There is something very satisfying about creating a bonfire. Perhaps this sense of achievement merely stems from the traces in us of our primitive predecessors. Whether it be used for tool-making or marshmallow baking, the smell of burning wood under a shimmering night sky surrounded by mountains is one to be savoured. We decided to cap off our first night in Baguio by turning up the car speakers and dancing around a bonfire, although my dancing was really just a cover for the fact my leg hairs were being singed off. Hair removal for the daring. (As if the other methods weren’t daring enough.) Anyway, I digress, it was a lovely way to spend the evening and our eyes remained fixed on the bonfire until the orange glow of the embers finally faded.