Food hawkers at a toilet break on way down from rice terraces. The woman above was embarrassed to have her picture taken. After I took it she wiped her hand across her check. I didn't realize exactly what she was saying, other than it was a shy/embarrassed gesture. But now I do.
This stuff was just stellar. Unfortunately on the way up, I arrived rather late, and didn't get to appreciate the granduer. Then coming down, because I didn't know the view would be so good, I didn't set myself up to have a window seat till late in the trip, and by then light was fading then. But this 6 hour, $5 bus ride from Baguio to Sagada is actually one of the highlights of my trip. Well, mostly just the 2 hours closest to Sagada. 
Pics above taken around 5 at night out the window of the bus that I would later be throwing up on. Luckily the first time it was at a rest stop. The next, an hour later, I was equipped with a plastic bag, which I then dropped out the window. Six hours of non stop bumps and turns on a full stomach of food, beer, soda. Ouch.
Teachers at the school. Left lady was 65ish, other two on the right were 55 ish I believe.
The two pics above show a pre-modern house for "young women." According to the pics at the museum, this is how they were living in 1950. Now its the regular comfy, ugly stuff we live in.
This is the circle where young boys hang out with the elders and learn how to become men, or some such.
This box is the bedroom. I guess it keeps the body heat in.
See the bed box in back.
Just a couple of pics of the local bus I took from Sagada to Bontoc. The ride was think $.50 for about a 45 minute ride, 20 pesos. The woman in the forground was Swiss, about 50, I met her at my restaurant hotel. Her sister works for Red Cross in Manila, and she is her to visit her. This woman, whose name escapes me at the moment, lives in southern of France on a farm, and has six or so horses. She has also worked with the Red Cross in Sri Lanka with the Sinhalese, not the Tamils, and in Liberia, in a prison making sure detainees were treated properly.
Door to a field.
Bernard, the local guide in the foreground. He had a 6 year old boy who lived with his parents, while his wife was working in Canada. The fields were allegedly a bit drier than normal this time of year, and farmers were getting quite concerned.