Sagada might just be the last vestige of the South East Asia backpacking scene. This quiet little village is known for its stunning limestone caves, fruit desserts and, of course, its famous hanging coffins.

Beneath me is 110 metres of stale air and I find myself wondering when the last time the steel cable I’m suspended from was serviced. Around my neck is a metal tag that reads simply ‘136’. If it doesn’t return to the surface to be filed neatly between 135 and 137, a rescue team will be dispatched to retrieve me.