House on a slope, no doubt housing voracious consumers of "edible oil".
My mini-absence was due to a road trip out to Sagada, Mountain Province (that Wiki link is a bit weird and wanting), the farthest north I've ever been in this beautiful archipelagic country.
We left at night and woke up to find ourselves far away and high above my usual lowland environment. I'm not exactly sure where, but when people start making walls out of old tins of cooking oil, you know you are far away.
Handle to lift edible oil containers.
Faded drops.
A carrot farm beside the house. Deep-fried carrots?
