Petra | Jordan. A rose-red city half as old as time
San Vicente | Palawan. Counting solitary strides.
Taj Mahal | India. A teardrop on the cheek of time
Catanduanes Island. Postcard-pretty slideshow.
Keep Kalm (at Kalanggaman Island | Leyte).
Nikko | Japan. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil in this UNESCO heritage town.
Counting temples in Bagan | Myanmar.
Chasing UNESCO World Heritage Sites in Sri Lanka.
Where to Stay? | Luxury, Backpacking & Glamping
Inaul Festival | Maguindanao. In homage of a weaving tradition
Rishikesh | India. a morning walk inside the Beatle's Ashram
Cairo | Egypt. a surreal moment at the great pyramids of giza

The Kids of Chavayan Village Will be Alright | Batanes

It was windy all throughout our short stay in Batanes and the condition at Sabtang Island made for an early winter setting. The scenery along the way to the old village of Chavayan was one of the best I've seen. Highlighted by a seeming endless and varying depths of green fields dotted by loitering chewing cows and goats foregrounding the vast blue seas, it is unfathomable to even blink my eyes as we're passing through. When we arrived at the town, it was a full hour before sundown, giving us only a little  time for exploration that day.

Audrey Tangonan
The kids of Chavayan are alright

While some of my companions opted to rest at one of the homes, where a group of fellow travel bloggers stayed the previous night, I and Le Anne found time walk around. We ended up mingling with the kids from neighboring houses. I was always interested in observing how little kids live in their own environment. Growing up in the suburbs, I've always wondered about what it's like growing up in a provincial environment—such as a sea-side town and what more than in Batanes or the mother of all 'what more(s)' — in the rustic and charming old town of Chavayan in Sabtang Island.

They even have their own theater. A kid plays in front of Chavayan Theater

Chavayan Village: A beautifully conserved town

I swear it is among the most beautiful and well conserved town I've visited in the Philippines. Like a hamlet, it's where locals still live old stone houses and even though hinges of modernity connects the past to the present, it doesn't deplete the town's character and heritage. You could sense that some kind of a throwback vibe still lingers in the place, transporting you many years back. 

Chavayan Village in Batanes
Jump, Jump.

So the adorable kiddos, after we stepped out to the narrow street, were all over us asking "Anong ngalan mo?" (what is your name?). All giddy with excitement, smiling while clowning with each other. They would ask me to take pictures of them and like kids in the big city exposed to high tech gadgets as they were probably introduced to it by previous visitors, they would automatically check the LCD of my camera and scroll at the screen using their fingers, mistaking it as a touch screen camera. 

They always request for a groupie shot

With never ending energy they wrestled, shadow boxed, played tag and jumped all over like little kids do in any places. A few instances their parents would whistle at them and motion them to behave and order them in their local dialect to 'not bother the visitors' referring to us, but as they flash a smile we would affirm that 'its alright' and not soon after, the kids would be back to their playful selves. 

Audrey Tangonon friend Le Anne
Le Anne and the Kids

They might not experience a city life most of us are accustomed to, there won't be any of those weekend trip to the malls or playing with expensive toys but what they have right now are much better than any of us had, or anything I've gone through my whole childhood. Theirs is set in a paradise, in a picturesque town where every angle deserves to be printed on a postcard. 

Marky Ramone Go
at one of the many stone houses in Chavayan

They don't starve nor appear  living under poverty line. Modest, yes. Simpler than most people's definition of simple living, yes. In this part of the world though, they are effortlessly encouraged to live their childhood what it's supposed to be—filled with fun and innocence. Most of them are probably racking up a standard of life miles apart in quality over those deeply engrossed in the rat race of the corporate world in the big cities. 

The village church

The kids of Chavayan Village even though still unaware of it, has that something wonderful going for them. I imagine myself having thousands of things to do in between running around this town as a young boy. Amassing experiences that would infinitely guide and inspire me in the latter part of my life. While that never happened, I was glad that these wonderful kids have that kind of childhood right now. The next day when I saw them again, they were dressed in their school uniforms, waving and telling me that they were on their way to class. Down the road and a couple hundred meters from the crashing waves of the sea, a small school planted by the foot of a rocky hill, is where the kids of Chavayan Village feed on new found knowledge. 

All stone houses look alike in Chavayan

I assume that when the bell rings signalling the end of a school day, their routine leafs to a repeating page once again — that of boisterous, mischievous, playful little kids who are  milking every bit of their childhood to the max. If there would be a sequel to that bestselling book, it should be called "Everything I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten at Chavayan"

Chavayan by the Sea

I have heard a lot of travelers swearing they can live or retire in Chavayan (given there is a consistent and fast internet connection), but for myself, it's about the reverse. Oh how I would give up everything to go back in time and have a childhood in a place like Chavayan Village.