Even though I’ve been to Pangasinan for quite a few times, each time, it felt different. Like today, the skies are unusually gray compared from the bright, sunny, briny breezy-kind-of-day in my recollection. There’s a bit of rain along the way and the winds are quite strong. It seemed liked the tentacles of the typhoon on the other side of Luzon, in Isabela where we came from, stretched all the way to Alaminos, Pangasinan.

We arrived a little passed 10:00 in the morning and decided to head out right away to the salt farms. We surveyed the landscape and, just like how I remembered it, wherever you stand, the landscapes are equally breathtaking — in any kind of weather.

We couldn’t fly Poquita, our drone, high enough due to the strong winds. We still tried but closer to the ground to get some flyby of the terracotta-lined salt beds. The timelapse of the grounds and the skies are stunning — with the running clouds against the purple sky. It was absurd yet arrestingly beautiful. 

Unfortunately, there was no salt harvest that afternoon due to the dark skies and drizzle that watered down the saltwater concentrate. The farmers advised for us to come back tomorrow.