You don’t go to Batanes for pizza. Heck, you don’t go to Batanes to eat.
But then again, sometimes, pizza becomes the only logical choice, especially when you just got out of the boat from Itbayat, enduring three hours of lying on your back while waves buffet the faluwa from all directions, sometimes causing you to roll over so suddenly to one side like a piece of log.
So yes, it’s pizza. It’s not even the best pizza in Basco (the crust was too thick). But for weak-kneed city dwellers who just got from one of their most daring rides yet, this freaking pizza will do.
Words by Nikka, Photos by Owen