As in any mall there were a number of restaurants to choose from and I chose to enjoy my dinner here before returning to the hotel for a relaxing night of TV, reading and much needed sleep.
As my stay in Baguio had been blessed with two days of sunshine I decided that I would descend using Kennon Road. Unfortunately Doris did not agree and complicated my attempts to exit Baguio via Kennon Road by insisting that I make a U-turn to take me back to the Marcos Highway. However, I had the last word by somehow, purely by accident, finding myself on the Kennon Road with Doris eventually silenced. I must admit to being a little fearful as I began my descent down Kennon Road as I had heard so many nightmare stories about it being deadly. What I did discover is, like much of the Philippines, the Kennon Highway has the potential to become one of the most scenic roads in the world but it is spoiled by tatty roadside stalls, shoddy little shops offering anything and everything – another tourist opportunity spoiled by lack of foresight and proper planning. But if one casts one’s eyes further than the immediate roadside but looks up at the awe-inspiring soaring peaks, the deep gorges cut by strong flowing streams one can forgive, just for a moment, what man has done to the beauty God created.