So we finished out drinks (water for me) and started the long trek down into the village. NOW - while I say its not technical at all and its not - its just stairs - it is very very VERY steep and there is nowhere but down if you slip so you really have to keep your wits about you. The locals skip down like its nothing of course but my hatred of down made me very slow and of course I'm sure enforced Denwil's "fat" theory but down we went and while Brad did have to help me a few times we made it down uneventfully and to the homestay around early afternoon.
Denwil took us to meet his in laws who live in the village which was really nice, aside from their very drunk next door neighbor who has (obviously) a rice wine drinking problem. The traditional houses are made from ironwood and square in shape. They are about 4 feet off the ground and have little ladders that can be pulled up at night to stop the domestic animals getting up we were told, but I'm sure there was probably some real reason for that - not so that you can't wake up with the pig sleeping next to you.
I still wasn't trusting of my burbling belly so rice for dinner for me but the boys hoed down on some more chicken curry and we all went to bed fairly early. Noah and Jake shared a room and Brad and I also and the rooms were more than comfortable and the bathroom and shower were also clean which is always a great thing when you've been sweating your arse off for the day.
So we get about two thirds of the way up and there is a waterfall. I'm seriously doubting my decision to eat rice for dinner last night and when I spot the Comfort Room (what they call the loo in the Philippines) at the little shack at the top of the waterfall path - I know I"m staying there for a while. I don't care if its the dodgiest loo this side of Calcutta - I'm sure I'm going to need it in an hurry shortly and there is no way I'm going to get caught short (so to speak) half way down to a waterfall I really don't need to see anyway. So I stay there and the boys head off to the waterfall. They are back in about an hour and turns out it was nothing special anyway so my decision to stay close to the loo meant I didn't miss anything at all.
We work our way out heading up and around the top of the terraces and I had a short 5 min game of basketball with some kids at the school at the top before we leave Batad and head up the track back out of the valley all together.
The terraces are amazing for sure but what is interesting is that the division of labour is very exact. The women pretty much plant the rice and the men harvest so when you see dozens of women bent over in the fields - the men aren't slacking off. Well actually I guess they are - but come harvest all you will see is men so their turn does come around.