Tattooed by the legendary Apo Whang-od (Buscalan, Kalinga)

Like many others, embarking on a journey to receive a traditional tattoo from the legendary Apo Whang Od is one of the things I have always wanted to do. Read on to find out about our experience traveling to the small village of Buscalan in Kalinga and getting a memorable tattoo.

Nervousness battled with excitement as I rode on top of a full jeepney along the mountains of Cordillera. It was my first time riding top-load style. With goods surrounding us, we tried our best to hold on lest we fall into the river or cliffs below. We were strangers starting on a journey to reach Buscalan. What’s in there you ask? Not what, but who. No other than Apo Whang-od, said to be the last mambabatok.

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But let’s backtrack a bit.

As early as high school, I knew I’ve always wanted to get inked – maybe it’s the rebel in me. Inclining towards the arts, I’ve long dreamed that I would be wearing a permanent and profound symbol of my choosing. What that image was yet unknown.

It started with butterflies and stars and eventually evolved into something related to travel in the later years.
When I heard of Apo Whang-od (also known as Maria Onggay) during my university days, I knew then that my first ink would have to come from the oldest living master of batok.

It is an ancient tradition carried out by the Butbut tribe in Tinglayan, Kalinga. Over the years, the small village was featured in various documentaries and publications because of the backhand tap tattoo unique to the Kalingas. Tourists braved the long and tiring travel just to be tattooed by the living legend.

A scene from one of the roads to Buscalan, Tinglayan, Kalinga

The journey: Manila to Buscalan

That dream finally came to fruition in April this year – with strangers no less. See, I have never traveled solo with strangers before this. I had no clue how it was going to turn out. The fact that I have a low threshold for pain and needles was burning at the back of my mind.

The journey started in Ohayami Trans which brought us to Banaue. After an arctic 10-hour bus ride, a side trip to the famous Banaue Rice Terraces was in order. From there, we took a van to Bontoc to meet up with Will, The Broke Backpacker, who was to join us to meet the famous traditional tattoo master.

After arming ourselves with provisions (we brought candies and bread, as advised by friends) and a hearty lunch, our party of four searched for the jeepney heading to Tabuk. But luck was on our side and we stumbled upon the jeepney that heads to Buscalan instead.

Our party of four soon turned into a fellowship of seven. Seven strangers all aiming to be inked with a tattoo previously reserved for the headhunters and women of the Butbut tribe.

With the Chico River below and the Cordillera mountains on the other side, we bid adieu to Bontoc. The party was only getting started.

I couldn’t recall now how many times I held my breath and prayed every time we had to pass by a narrow road. One miscalculation and we’d all be tumbling down the river and rocky cliffs.

Afraid of heights, I begged to be seated in the middle of them all. With the wind whipping our hair and the strong summer sun bearing down on us, there was no other choice but to enjoy the ride. The saving grace, of course, was the scenic view of endless mountains, valleys, rice paddies, and the fresh air that you won’t get in the concrete jungle.

We finally got to sit inside the jeepney when we arrived in the town of Bugnay. The fun part was getting to see and chase the native pigs running around in the middle road as if they were like dogs playing with each other or scratching their itch by the cement.

The other fun part? Sharing the jeepney with a native sickly chicken ill-fated to become dinner later.

Tattoo pilgrims usually trek from the road up to the turning point. But since we got lucky, we bypassed that and alighted right in front of the end of the road. Although most of the path is already cemented, one wrong foot placement and you could be plunging to your demise. I had to take extra care with my jelly legs and fear of heights.

Around the mountains and the rice paddies, we marched on in a single pile, eager to reach the village before sunset. Finally, by 5 PM, we stopped for a dip in the waterfalls. Well, they swam. I was content to rest and watch them enjoy themselves.

Deciding not to take the time to dry themselves up, we continued the rest of our journey. Up, up we go, climbing the concrete stairs towards Buscalan.

The Destination: Buscalan, Kalinga

We all breathed one huge sigh of relief when we laid eyes on the village that was to be our home for a night.

Besides the children running up and down the mountain, one of the first few who greeted us was Apo herself. It was a surreal moment. Her body is a real work of art, with her arms showcasing the tribal designs. Tongue-tied because I was too star-struck to utter anything intelligible other than a good afternoon in Tagalog.

After a round of brewed Kalinga coffee, the rain came pouring in. And that was our cue to head towards Kuya Charlie’s house. We ended the night with a dinner of local food and pancit canton, mingling with the locals under the new moon.

The legend and the ink

Come morning, we made our way towards the small hut perched on the mountainside. This is where the magic happens. A few people were already eagerly waiting for Apo and Grace’s arrival.

Since Apo has no children of our own, she passed down the knowledge to her sister’s granddaughter, Grace Palicas. Another addition to Apo and Grace was Ilyang (Elyang), who’s also presently training to preserve the art of ‘batok/batek’.


For a small design, I was lucky to be worked on by all three, from the master to the new trainees. Ilyang did the stencil, Grace started the tapping and of course, Apo took it halfway to the end. It was an efficient system because sometimes there were 2 or 3 people currently being inked at the same time.

In the olden times, there were foods not allowed to be eaten by the Butbut tribe members after they were tattooed. Foods that can cause itchiness and irritation to the wounds like chili, taro, sticky glutinous rice, and salt. The application of an ointment or cream was also discouraged back then.


The needle, in this case, is a lemon thorn stuck on a bamboo stick. The ink is charcoal and is tattooed on the skin by tapping the bamboo stick with another.

Hands clammy with cold sweat, I tried to even my breathing. This anxiety won’t help with the whole experience, I thought. The first few taps weren’t painful but as it went on, the sting manifested. I tried hard to lose myself in the rhythm of the tapping. I tried hard not to let all that blood bother me. Soon my skin started to swell. With the charcoal ink now embedded inside it.

So this is what it felt like. My fears of fainting and crying were unfounded. Soon enough I was numb with the occasional bouts of pain when Apo tapped it harder than normal. All too soon, it was over. Apo wiped it with a wet tissue for the last time before applying oil over the new tattoo.

apo whang od

To be sure that we catch the last bus going back to Bontoc, we had to immediately go down the mountain after getting our tattoos. We had a tight schedule to work with.

It was no easy feat walking along the sides of the rice terraces with a leg tattoo. It made everything challenging. It almost made me feel regretful that I chose that location.

As much as we, Potpot, Jindra, and I, want to stay longer, luck was not on our side this time. Maybe when I go back, my heavy heart will be no more.


And in the middle of that cramped, cliff-hanging but scenic bus ride, I realized one thing. Not even getting a backhand tap tattoo from a living legend trumps the pain of getting your heart broken.

This physical pain, though it hurts like hell, can never compare with emotional pain. Like getting your heart broken. Or maybe I shouldn’t even compare them at all. But still, unlike emotional pain, the physical hurt goes away after the ordeal. You are only left with a scar or in this case, a mark. Getting your heart broken, you carry with you the pain even after everything is said and done.

Buscalan Travel Guide

How to get to Buscalan via Bontoc:

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Take the Coda Lines bus bound for Bontoc. Their bus station is in Cubao, Quezon City. The travel time is around 10 to 11 hours depending on the traffic.

From Bontoc, ask around for the terminal of the jeep bound for Tinglayan. There is also a minibus or van.

Where to stay in Buscalan:

There are plenty of homestays and usually, your guide can arrange them for you. A guide is required when traveling to Buscalan. You can either get a guide when you arrive in Bugnay, but preferably, arrange for a guide beforehand as the mobile signal in Buscalan is little to none. Our guide during our trip is Kuya Charlie.

Your guide will also help you register and get in line for the tattoo session.

Fees and costs:

  • Homestay: Around Php 400 per person
  • Tattoo Needle: Php 100
  • 3 dots tattoo: Php 100 (Apo Whang-Od)
  • Registration: Php 100
  • Guide fee: Php 1000/day | Php 1500 overnight for up to 5 people

Travel tips:

  • Bring a jacket for the bus aircon and the cold nights in the mountains.
  • Bring wet wipes and other aftercare items for when you get tattooed.
  • As always, take note of the Leave No Trace principles and travel responsibly!
  • You can opt to bring your food and just have it cooked in your homestay. You can also opt to bring “pasalubong food”/grocery items for your guide and/or the other villagers.
  • You can buy coffee from Buscalan. It is dark and strong and definitely should be taken black.
  • Take note that weekends are busier. So you might have to wait to get tattooed.

Apo Whang Od Tattoo Designs (Names and Meanings)

These are the usual tribal/traditional tattoo designs. Should you want a different design, it is up to Apo Whang Od or the other tattoo masters if they want to do it.

sample of tattoo designs done by apo whang od from buscalan kalinga philippines

It is said that traditional tattoo designs of Apo Whang Od in Buscalan have underlying meanings. Some of these are:

  • Shelf: Strength and sturdiness
  • Snake tongue: Strength, protection
  • Mountain: Journey in life, strength, sturdiness
  • Snake skin: Safety, protection from physical and spiritual danger, shield, strength
  • Ladder: To reach the heavens, achievements
  • Arrow head: Movement or direction
  • Crab: Traveler, protection, world before creation, guide
  • Dog: Protection, guide, loyalty
  • Centipede: Safety, long life, spiritual messenger, protection, guide
  • Compass: guidance
  • Fern: fertility, strength, health, safe passage to the land of the dead
  • Scorpion: strength, protection,
  • Serpent eagle: Heavenly guidance, protection, courage
  • Holding hands/family: harmony, unity
  • Python: protection, good fortune, health
  • Standing eagle: strength, freedom, guidance
  • Sun and moon: life
  • Day and night/hourglass/rice mortar: spiritual shield, creation, fertility, sustenance
  • Lightning/people praying: unity, union, faith

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Darlene is currently on the road again and traveling full-time after being an expat/overseas Filipino worker in Qatar. She's rediscovering what it means to travel solo and in her 30s while working on her blogs.


  • “This physical pain, though it hurt like hell, can never compare with emotional pain. Like getting your heart broken”

    – talaga ba sis? hahaha walang pwedeng maikompara sa pagiging heart broken hahaha
    love it..
    woot. I just read your post. I can’t wait to get inked by wang od too! X

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