Another Traumatic Experience at Pico de Loro

September 2, 2012

Pico de Loro
Ternate, Cavite

One of the mountains that is special to me is Mt. Pico de Loro because all of my climbs there were memorable and near traumatic experiences for me. This climb was as special as the previous ones.

The commute to Ternate was difficult because a bridge in Maragondon was damage and needed to be repair. Hence, big vehicles like buses couldn't pass it. So we alight in Maragondon and crossed the said bridge by foot and rode a tricycle enroute to Ternate. Then took another trike to the DENR post that serves as the jump-off point. We were early but the problem was we were waiting for four more. And so we waited for more than an hour or so before they arrived.

After some introductions, we were off to the mountain. The trek was a long one due to lot of stops caused by photo-ops. We even took our lunch at the fork between the falls and to Pico itself.

At last, we reached the campsite. Because it was late, we were the only ones there. Only me, sir Dennis and Noli made it to the summit because the rest were too tired to go up. Even it was my third time there, I was still able to climb it without any ease. However, the view up there is still breath taking like the first time but this was special because it felt we own the mountain with nobody were around but us.

Sunset was nearing so we were a little bit in a rush as we were racing against time because we have no flash light with us. But the inevitable happened, darkness came and we were still at the trail. As a result, we were lost. Fortunately an old man so us and led us to back to the concrete road. Of course, his help had a fee but id did not matter as long as we are safe and back to civilization.

Manabu Peak: An Unexpected Hike

August 18-19, 2012

Mt. Manabu
Sto. Tomas, Batangas

This was an impromptu  climb as it was unexpected at all. It was supposedly a climb in Mt. Mayon but due to a long story we were not able to do so. Stranded in Alaminos, Laguna, I made an initiative to climb Manabu Peak instead. It really helps to have keen sense of geography so Noli and I did not have any hard time to go to Sto. Tomas, Batangas.

At around 9 am, we arrived at the jump-off point. This is where we rendevous kuya Tootz and his friend. Aside from us, a bunch of students conducted a tree planting activity at the mountain. We took the traditional route so my companions could have coffee at Mang Pirying's place. Unfortunately the old man was not around but his brother was as hospitable as the former.

We pitched camp a little under the peak. As soon as we have settled before lunch time, we decided to reach the summit. At the peak, one can see a giant cross built at its center.

During the afternoon, Noli and I decided to have some coffee again and refill some water around Mang Pirying's place. Through a radio, we learned about DILG Sec. Jesse Robredo's disappearance. One of the disadvantage of this hobby is being away from current affairs. When we returned at the campsite, there are a lot of hikers had arrived.

Rain came when it was nightfall. It was hard and heavy causing mud all over the campsite. Luckily, it did not last long and we able to eat supper without any rain.

The next day when we woke up, nobody bother to watch the sunrise probably due to the cold weather during the night. Anyway, our group were the first one to leave the camp as we would embark at the grotto trail.

It was also easy like the other trail except their were also some steep parts along the path to the grotto. In addition, there is a part whre you can plant trees like the students the day before. At the grotto, there is a water source that one can use.

Due to the rain, mud was all over the place that made it much more harder to trek the trail. Just before noon we were able to return at the jump-off point. We ate lunch at Lipa before we left for home.

Manalmon - Gola Twin Dayhike

July 15, 2012

Mt. Manalmon
San Miguel Bulacan

The rate I am going I thought I would never had the chance to be woth my old buddies but fate decided it will not happen. My group LMS decided to spend our second anniversary at Mt. Manalmon in San Miguel, Bulacan. Only Raffy, Dennis, Mark, and Vina were my companions.

I've been there once so I was charge to take the lead. Our itinerary was a little late but did not matter because of the fast legs of my companions. The weather was a little bit chilly due to the rain the day before but the sun was also present during that day.

My former guide was busy handling another group but he was genourous enough to talk with the other handler to gave us a discount for our twin dayhike. The first mountain was Manalmon. It ony 198 Meters above sea level and we made the easy trail ascend to its top. However, the water in the river is almost knee deep high so we were a little bit wet crossing the river.

Reaching the peak was not difficult like the first time I did it, it was relatively easy as we only rest when we were taking pictures. After some photo-ops and little chat at the summit, we moved ahead to Mt. Gola. It is just located across the river and facing Manalmon. Again we have to cross a river and it is now knee- deep high. The trail of Gola is not hard except to the 90 degree rocky path.

Mt. Gola
San Miguel, Bulacan
At the top of Gola is not as beautiful like Manalmon as it only boast around 180 degrees of view. Nevtherless, it is fun to reached a new mountain around this area.

At around 1 pm we reached the jump-off and supposed to have a spelunking at Bayukbok. However, I was tired so I begged off and the others were not in the mood as well so they instead swam at the river. We

Batulao Overload

July 8, 2012

Mt. Batulao
Nasugbu, Batangas

After our climb in Talamitam, a few of us went to its sister, Batulao to spend the night there. Only a couple of months ago when me and Noli went here as part of a twin day hike but here I am climbing my favorite mountain anew. Noli, Ben and I were the first ones to arrive at Evercrest. We ate lunch there and minutes later Ben's two friends came. Then came Ben's idea of bringing ice and beer to the mountain. It was crazy but cool so we all agreed to the plan.

We all took are turns to carry the ice box until we reached the camp site in the old trail. It was not easy like we imagined. Still, the pleasure of having ice cold beer at the top was in my mind to ease the pain.

One usual stopover was the halo-halo break. I chatted with the locals and realized they have moved to a new location because it was not there when I came there the first time.

Two hours later and about sunset, we reached the camp and rested there. It was already dark when the second group had arrived. As it turned out, Tootz, Dada and Rein to have a night trek.

The next day was like yesterday in terms of weather as it was hot and sunny when we made our turn to the new trail as well as in our descend. Again, we made separate groups as the latter three decided to stay there for awhile.

After spending our lunch in Mendez, Cavite, we all call it a day and went home safe and sound.

USAP Mountaineers go to Mt. Talamitam

July 8, 2012

Mt. Talamitam
Nasugbu, Batangas

As I have been involve in this endeavor for this year, I have joined various affiliations because of my passion on hiking. One of which is a club formed in our company. It was dubbed as USAP Mountaineers. The first official climb was in Mt. Talamitam in Nasugbu, Batangas.

More than 20 from almost all departments participated in this hike. One-fourth of which are first timers. Some are novices and some are veterans.

I was the first one to arrive at the jump-off point and a half an hour later the whole group had arrived. The ever controversial bro. Teddy designated two guides for us. Incidentally, one is a fellow Bicolano. He allowed me to left my bag in a house thus, I and Noli were the only ones who had no packs to carry. (we had another climb in the afternoon so we had heavy loads that day) However, it did not take long as one of our group suffered illness so Noli and I volunteered to carry his bag.

It was hot and sunny that day which made most of us soaked with sweat. The mountain was so open that we absorbed the heat of the sun. Fortunately, an ice cream vendor came so the group quenhed their thirst through cold ice creams.  There are two trails to the summit, one is a hard steep path while the other is a gradual but surrounded by tall grasses. While the rest chose the former, I and my kababayan guide picked the latter because it was easy. Hence, I arrived first at the summit and waited for almost an hour.

Even though the weather is not cool, our group spend the lunch at the summit. We spend there for an hour before we decided to descend the mountain. We all chose the trail I did earlier so presumably nobody did not endure difficulty on their descend. All in all, it was a success and so I thought. (Most of the first timers who joined us in this event did not ever had a second time)

Mt. Maculot (At long last)

Mt. Maculot is one of the popular dayhikes in the country. It is no wonder even on a Sunday, there are alot climbing the mountain. However, the irony here is that it took me almost twenty climbs (19th to be exact) before I reached Maculot. My group had been here last year but I was not able to accompany them because I was in Albay. Early this year, I had an invite but had to passed due to my work obligations. So when I plan a hike on this mountain on the first of July, I had no hesitations even though I had problems at work. 

The trail to the Rockies is not easy nor difficult. It is quite a moderate trail. No guide is required but there is a fork along the trail that you should take the left side onwards to the down trek of the mountain. Then another fork will be met and one should take the right side. The rest is a direct path towards to the mountain.

unloading the spaghetti while still going up

The view at the rockies is splendid even some portion is blocked by the mountain's peak. The Taal is seen in front and it was both elegant and scary at the same time. Elegant because the view was a close encounter with the volcano and it is also the reason why it is scary.

Celebrating Freedom at Mt. Gulugod Baboy

Just hours after an overnight climb in Tarak Ridge, I am again on an adventure this time at Mt. Gulugod Baboy in Anilao, Batangas. This climb is a minor climb just towering 525 MASL. As a trend in my hiking activity, I am with a new set of group most consist from the other departments of my office. The said climb was intended as an ocular inspection for the first climb of our newly formed mountaineering club in the office.The meet up time was five in the morning at a fast food chain in Buendia cor Taft Ave. I arrived just in the nick of time. It took another hour before we left Manila.After a couple of hours we alight at the terminal in Batangas CIty. We took a jeep en route to Mabini but offered addition fee so that the driver can bring us to the Philpan Dive Resort.

The Traditional Before the Climb Photo at the Jump-off point in Philpan Dive Resort

The hike was a contrast from the day before. The former was gloomy while the latter was sunny. Fortunate for me because I had no gears for the rain. The reports from past climbers here were accurate in sharing that the hardest part is the cemented route towards the mountain. It just commenced but I felt tired already. I almost beg a local to let me hitch in his motorcycle.

Single file at the pavement road

Alas, after a struggling uphill climb we reach the entry point of the mountain.  Of course, We rested before  restarting our climb. Compare to the initial assault, the trek was moderately easy. In fact, along the trail, one can find locals residing in the mountain itself.

In one of the resting station along the trail

Finally, after the residential part of the trail which also served as resting stations we emerged in the grassland that follows the summit of the mountain. It was like walking in a farm. The only catch is that it is over 500 Meters Above Sea Level.

A Farmland at the top of the mountain

Our trek coincided with the Independence day so we had an additional agenda at the summit of the mountain.Sir JR brought a flag so we had use it as a prop in honoring the freedom bestowed to us by our forefathers.

Oops, wrong tribute

There you go, much better (with Pico de Loro supposed to be at the background)

Notwithstanding the garbage along the trail, overall, the mountain is an eventful climb for both beginners and experienced ones.

(acknowledgment to Sir Dada De Silva for the photos)

EMPE LIGHT's First Major Climb in Mt. Tarak Ridge

It was a perfect Sunday for any Sports Junkie like me. The Belmont Stakes in the early morning. Then Game 7 of the NBA Eastern Conference Finals between the Boston Celtics and the Miami Heat. Just after that Manny Pacquiao will fight Timothy Bradley. In the evening, Ginebra will be against Petron. The day will be cap by the French Open Final between Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic.

I'll have Another, who won the first two Triple Crown legs, failed to participate in the Belmont so there will be no Triple Crown winner for this year. The Heat won against the Celtics. Bradley won over Pacquiao via a controversial split decision. Mark Caguioa scored seven fourth period points and finished with 19 points in a Ginebra win over Petron. Then a rain delay halted a historical final between Nadal and Djokovic. Nadal won an unprecedented seventh Roland Garros Title the following day.

All of these sporting events happened without me watching anyone of them. Not even one. It was a sad fact I have to deal with. Wait. Where was I when all of this have transpired. Ah, yes, I was with my so-called friends\ mountaineers who forced me to climb Mt. Tarak in Mariveles on that special day.

Me and the guys, who I still blame why Ninong Manny lose to Tim Bradley

 The day started as The Belmont went under way. We all met at the Five Star terminal in Cubao. Like the race, our travel to Bataan took awhile. it was past 9 am when we arrive in the jump-off point in Brgy. Alas-asin, Mariveles, Bataan. We went first ti the barangay hall just across the highway to register and pay the 40.00 fee. One of the officials asked me why we were climbing on the day of a Manny Pacquiao fight. So I answered them that I also asking that question to myself. They even offered me to stay and watch the fight with them.

Start of our epic journey

 The climb was in part of the Freedom Climb 2012. Thus, we had an outreach activity of providing school supplies for the kids situated in the mountain. Right before the trek began, we distributed in Nanay Cording's place. The old couple who claimed they own Tarak was hospitable to us so we return the same with them.

Group shot with the group shirt

 The first part of the trek was gradual indeed like the blogs that i have read. It was an uphill-downhill then uphill-downhill  again towards the river. There was a rock climbing part that one has to use a rope to cross the other side of the trail.

Ala Tom Cruise daw

 The first part of the trek was gradual indeed like the blogs that i have read. It was an uphill-downhill then uphill-downhill  again towards the river. There was a rock climbing part that one has to use a rope to cross the other side of the trail.

Thumbs up! Hindi halata sa edad. Halimaw daw ang pacing ng pacer namin

 Just we are about to reach the river, I received messages about the boxing match. As I have read it, frustrations and depression followed suit. I just wanted the trek to continue so that i could forgot what have had transpired. I ultimately ran towards  the river. As i reached the papaya river, I was like Hermes and brought the news to the other mountaineers resting in the river.

We had our lunch in the river. It holds the only water source of the mountain. As a result, we refilled our bottles in the river. after taking our lunch, we rested for an hour. Then we push on to the mountain. That was I thought. Again, like last year, I got lost. I was confused with the trail signs so I unintentionally get ourselves lost. However, when I assured myself that we are not in the right track I admitted it to my members and back trailed where we started.

Creating a new trail that leads to nowhere

 Fortunately, we met two hikers from Bataan who directed us the right way. As many hikers who conquered Tarak had claimed, the assault to the ridge is grueling if not punishing. It was a tough of couple of hours for us. Probably due to the load we carried. It rained but the group led by Noli already reached the campsite and my group was on the grassland already when it poured.

Parang sa bahay lang

 The dinner was prepared of course by our Idol ko sa Kabundukan, Chef Noli Hequibal. Due to water shortage, the rice was not cooked properly but it was still edible. The evening ended with the ever reliable emperador light brandy. As the Nadal-Djokovic affair was stopped, Kuya Bogs, Noli and I called it a night.

 It was foggy when we woke up. So I had an idea to test the guys. I kept on claiming that there is no view at the top so we should not go to the top. However, they still insisted to pursue the summit so I gave up and let them have their wish. It was a self-gratifying moment for me to see their eagerness to conquer the mountain minus the view. Thus, when they reached the summit, I handshake them and congrats to a job well done for their first major climb.

 I gave an irreplaceable sacrifice but I was happy that we had our first major climb as a success. Given the fact that we have a first timer conquering Tarak was an icing on the cake. Although I had no clearing that would mean that I have to return here but all in all it was a very meaningful and fulfilling climb in Mt. Tarak.  Noli, Oliver, Mae, Randy, Iris, Lee, Kuya Tootz, our guest mountaineers, Sir Dada and Sir Joroz.

Luzon 3-2-1: Mt. Timbak, Mt. Tabayoc, and Mt. Pulag via Tawangan-Ambangeg

The first time I heard this, I was in the Akiki trail of Mt. Pulag last March 2012. At first I had no idea what it meant. However, when it was explained to me thoroughly my mind began to clear. One has to climb three mountains in four days. And those are not ordinary mountains. They are the three highest mountains of Luzon. I wanted to do this. Hence, I am planning to organize a Luzon 3-2-1 climb this November 1-4, 2012. The adrenaline rushes every time I think of this crazy idea. I hope there are other "crazies" like me out there.To those who are interested, please be free to contact this blogger.

ITINERARY

Day 0
2300 Take bus from Manila to Baguio

Day 1
0500 ETA Baguio. Breakfast
0600 Head to Mt. Timbak
0830 ETA Highest Point of Phil. Highway System
0900 Arrival at Timbak Elementary School
0910 Start trek
1000 Mt. Timbak Summit.
1030 Start descent
1100 Back at Elementary School
1200 Lunch
1500 Arrival at Brgy. Ballay, Kabayan, Benguet
1600 Set up camp near Lake Tabeyo
1800 Dinner / socials

Day 2
0500 Breakfast
0600 Start trekking up Mt. Tabayoc
0900 ETA summit of Mt. Tabayoc
0930 Start descent
1130 Back at jumpoff. Lunch / Break camp
1300 Proceed to Sitio Tawangan
1400 Viewing of lakes along the way
1600 Arrival at Sitio Tawangan. Secure guides.
1800 Dinner / socials
Day 3
0400 Breakfast
0500 Start trekking up Pulag via Tawangan
0900 Arrival at Ta-aw River. Enter the mossy forest
1400 Exit Mossy Forest; start of grassland
1700 Arrival at Mt. Pulag Saddle Campsite
1730 Mt. Pulag Summit for the Sunset viewing
1900 Dinner / socials

Day 4
0430 Wake-up call
0500 Assault summit
0530 Mt. Pulag Summit / Sunrise viewing...
0700 Back to campsite / Breakfast / Break camp
0900 Start Descent
1100 ETA Ranger Station
1200 ETA Ambangeg, DENR (Log-out)
1230 ETD Ambangeg / Lunch along the way
1700 Back in Baguio City

A Tale of Two Mountains: Twin Dayhike (Mt. Talamitam-Mt. Batulao)

Double or twin dayhike is a term that refers on the itinerary of mountaineers planning two mountains in a single day. Proximity wise, there are lot of mountains that are near to each other so one can conquer one mountain in the morning and another in the afternoon. Nowadays, twin dayhikes are popular to mountaineers. And so, I engaged myself in doing one. My initial plan was to go solo but my officemate Noli, who bought a new pair of shoes, wanted to come along. There were a lot of choices to pick from but I decided the one closest to my heart, I opted for the mountains in Nasugbu, Batangas.

That's Mt. Talamitam

Mt.Talamitam

The first mountain for the day was Mt. Talamitam. It was my first time to climb this mountain. I  even don't know where will we alight the bus. Fortunately, the bus conductor knew where Sampaloc is located. From the drop off, it only took us five minutes to reach the registration ste. We just arrived on time because the one in charge was about to leave the house. After paying the 25.00 Pesos registration fee, we hired the services of Mang Rolly for the price of 300.00. After crossing the river, we went on to the mountain. The trail was covered by dried mud due to the rainfall the previous night. A few minutes later, we reached the open field. It was around 9 am so it was hot as in very hot.

It was unlike any mountain that I visited before because it was more of a farm than a mountain. Cows, horses and dogs were visible throughout the climb. It was a gradual walk towards the summit. However, a tough assault was waiting for us to reach the summit. Fortunately, another trail can be use and it is less stressful than the usual trail. But we took a lot of zigzag route just to go up stress free. However, I suffered a lot of scratch in my arms when I walked in a bunch of tall grasses.

At the summit, we saw Mt. Batulao and Pico de Loro as well. It was a pleasant view from the top. There was also a grotto at the top just like in Mt. Batulao. Our guide told us that it was donated by a well known educational and religious institute. Also present were cow dungs. I could not imagine setting camp there. After thirty minutes, we decided to descend because we have still another mountain to conquer. We even saw a couple of mountaineers who spend overnight there. Unfortunately, they did not reach the summit because the male companion was not able to figure out the right trail so they decided to just stay near the forest side of the mountain. It took us an hour to descend the mountain. Then we went on to our next mountain.

Mt. Batulao

Just 11 kilometers from Sampaloc, we reached Evercrest Golf Club. We decided to eat lunch first before resarting our trek. After we ate a not so delicious meal, we're off to another trek. This is my fourth time to be here. The said mountain was my first mountain to hike (July 2010). This is also where I had my first clearing at the summit after three unsuccessfull attempts (FEB 2011). This is also where I had my first rainless overnight camp (April 2011). Needless to say, this mountain is special to my heart. Because I know the trail by heart, I opted not to secure a guide. And also there were no kids at the front but we passed some persistent kids on the way up. One even offered a free service but I declined (for fear of DSWD and DOLE and other society groups. Joke.) I was somewhat disappointed because the usual suspects or the people you regularly meet there were not around. Of course, I understand because it was a Monday. However, we met fellow mountaineers on their way home. As we near the school, rain fall from the sky. Good thing we have umbrellas. Yes, umbrellas and not ponchos. Unusual pick but still it was good to have them. Moments later, the sun showed up again. Then when we settle on the shelter which was situated between the junction of the new and old trails, rain came back with a vengeance. Instead of going down to the old trail, I decided to pick the much easier new trail route.

parang endorser lang

When we reached the new trail campsite, the dogs sercved us our unwelcoming committee as they barked at us nonstop. After paying the 20 peso registration fee, I asked the person in charge where the fateful incident occured. (Last February 29, a first timer lost her life here in the mountain.) Peak 8, he answered. It so happened that it was just the top of where we stood from. I was curious that they went up there instead of just using the trail beside the peak. Again, curiousity kills the cat as they say, tempted me to go up there. When I got there, I pause for a moment in respect to that woman who unfortanetely lost her life. It was a sad incident and tragic news for mountaineers like me.

Reflecting at Peak 8. Site of the fateful tragedy last Feb. 29

As we near the summit, rain started to subside and eventually run out of water. But it had the last laugh as we did not have a good clearing at the summit. I just prayed in the grotto for having another safe and successful climb. However,Noli was kind of disappointed because it was his first foggy summit experience. This was his fifth mountain in three months so he should not feel so bad. After a few photos, we took the old trail this time. There were no one in sight in the old trail campsite so we did not registered and paid the required fee. It was almost for when we got out from the old trail. On our way down, we stumbled to fellow mountaineers who will spend a night there. At 17:00, Noli and I accomplished the twin day hike of Mt. Talamitam and Mt. Batulao.

And yes even I had scratches, bruises, body ache, and even sun burn as have achieved another milestone, they are just another reason why I enjoy this form of recreation.

Looking for another adventure

My Very Own Obituary: I Almost Died in Mt. Daguldol

An obituary is usually an article or message about a person who recently became deceased. A year ago, I did one for my lolo. It was hard because too much emotion were involved. This time around, I will do another but it is about me. (Sorry to disappoint everyone but I am still kicking and breathing) However I felt that I had to write it just so happen that I escaped death yet again. (It’s my seventh life already, If I am a cat I had two more left.) Before I lay down the details, I’ll tell you few things about me as a mountaineer.

Phil the mountaineer was a late bloomer. He engaged with this endeavor when he was in law school. It was almost two years ago. I can still remember it as if it was just yesterday. Being drank the night before; he was still tipsy but woke up so early in the morning to meet up with his friends. He wore a Bench T-shirt and maong pants. He had a sling bag with a jacket inside. He had his Reebok rubber shoes. Obviously he was a neophyte back then. The day started right but everything went wrong when they reached the mountain which was Mt. Batulao (811 MASL). His first venture with this hobby was a bit stormy because there was a typhoon when they got there. Even though he was unsuccessful to conquer it he vowed to return and someday reached its summit.

It was a long walk towards the mountain so Pictorial session muna Fast forward to 2012, the vinegar mountaineer turned into a seasoned hiker. He had climbed already thirteen times. (Indeed he had his unlucky number 13 in Daguldol). He reached eight different summits already. He conquered three major climbs. Also, he accomplished an Akiki-Ambangeg trail in Mt. Pulag under his belt. He even went to Visayas Island just to climb one. He had joined three affiliations just to suffice his indulgence in mountaineering. As a result, he had befriended all of its members. Speaking of which, he was with his third group, Explore Mountains. Preserve Environment. League of Independent, God-Fearing and Hospitable Trekkers (EMPE LIGHT for short). Being the most experienced hiker in the group, he was pinpointed as team leader. Although he sucked in this kind of responsibility, he still took the role whole heartedly.

Staring at where we came from

We all know that Phil was a planner not a doer. He want to do things according to plan. That is how he operated his life. Clearly, he had thorough research on their next climb so he decided to trek Mt. Daguldol in San Juan, Batangas. It stands more than 600 MASL. Even though, he had few monetary resources left, he still pushed on their chosen date. That was his character, even without money he still proceeds to his journey. To get there, four hours of travel time is to be allotted. That is why he wondered he decided to start their adventure at lunch time. As a result, he had no choice but to make the beach side trip as their first agenda.
He encountered different lot of people when he was in the mountains. He probably met every persona. It was inevitable. One has to interact with his companions one way or another. On this adventure, nine made the trip but only six reached the summit. The couple, Iris and Randy had to return to Manila early because of work. (It should be noted that mountaineering had not lost its magic touch. Like the two, It just so happen in my other group, a couple just met in the mountain last January and become sweethearts a couple of months later.) That is one of the good perks in trekking; you cannot expect what really will happen.
The other one who opted to wait on the foot of the mountain was MJ. She was exhausted during their 5 kilometer run the day before and she just recovered from a foot injury. Although Phil was against the idea of leaving a fellow mountaineer behind, he had no choice but to succumb to her decision. He did not force things. He doesn’t want to ask twice. Once is enough and twice is too much that was his principle. (That showed his immaturity as a leader. All stubbornness and no humility). The group left her in Sitio Biga. 

Chilling at Mang Lizardo's place

One interesting character is Noli. Although his age is at the twilight of the calendar, his body age proves otherwise. He had stamina of a teenager. His pacing was as fast as their guide. On their descend down, he even run so he could return to MJ early. He was thoughtful. That is the trait of an elder statesman. One thing that did not go his way and the others as well was their trek was windless. It was hard to breath. The sun was torching them and there was little air to breath. Fortunately at the midway point of the mountain, refreshments were sold. Halo-halo and buko juice. Koya Noli treated me a refreshing halo-halo.

Before we continue on our Journey, Mhae decided to leave her things. Innovative, she used her malong as a make shift bag. Pola, the pretty and tall newcomer of the group followed suit. She also engaged with that idea. Thus, the two were just like strolling in the park up to the summit. There were other two newbies, Ridge and Tootz. It was their first mountain. The former struggled a bit while the latter was alright. But they were handy when Phil’s life was at stake. They were lectured hands-on lectured through their mistakes. Ridge was making his own trail. It was wrong. Pola threw a piece of garbage on the trail while Tootz picked some fruits in the tree. They were informed on the LNT Policy which is Leave No Trace. In addition, the slogan, Leave Nothing But Footprints, Take Nothing But Pictures, and Kill Nothing But Time were taught to them.

Along the way, they passed through mountaineers who made a night trek the past evening. Phil started the courtesy greetings and the others followed. Interestingly, some were greeting Korean language to Ridge because of his K-Pop appearance. It was around noon when they reached the summit. It was not a 360 degree view and an amateur’s perspective it was disappointing. Of course for Phil, it was not disappointing and in fact it was amazing because he could see the mountains as well the calm sea beneath us. They rested their a bit and proceed on their descend. Phil’s plan was to be first because it was his forte but had no choice to become the sweeper again.

They were passed the midway mark when the near tragic incident happened. Noli and Mhae were no longer in sight because of their fast pacing. Meanwhile the remaining four were trekking at a little faster than the average walk when Phil suddenly slipped in the creek. Probably it was only 30 to 50 meters but there were huge rocks below. He could have suffered broken bones. But Tootz, who was behind him grabbed his hand and Phil luckily stepped on something solid then Ridge grabbed the other hand and raised him upward. It was a close call. But he never thought he was a goner. He lived this life longer that he realized that death is inevitable. Take it from someone who was threatened to be shot at point blank range or in the mouth to be exact.

I almost fell down there

Luckily he survived death yet again but unaware of the future events, how he wished he did not. There are certain things that really had to happen and not leaving the mountain is not one of them. Because of sensitivity issues, he could not reveal what transpired when we reached the jump off point. It is safe to say that they all survived and enjoy this adventure. Due to various reasons, perhaps this will be his last time to be with this group who he treated as his family. They were beyond friends because they were brothers and sisters for him. When one is sick, they cared for him, when one had his or her birthday; they celebrate with him or her. Yes, like a family there are quarrels and issues that unavoidable but it could be resolved as a family. But things happen for a reason. He hopes it will be turned out well like the way he survived literally the cliffs of Mt. Daguldol.

Saling Pusa: A force invitation to a CWC and Caramoan Adventure

Martin Buber said that all journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. The said quote suited well on my recent adventure this time in Camarines Sur. It was a birthday getaway weekend of Sek, who happened to be hailed from Naga city, Camarines Sur. Upon learning his plan, I invited myself to be part of it. It was a chance I would not grab because of my dream of Wakeboarding in CWC and island hopping in Caramoan, frequent shooting location of the Survivor franchise. Unknown to me there were more destinations waiting for me.

Day 0
19:00
Cubao, Quezon City
Our meet-up place was Mcdonald's Gateway. When I got there two minutes before the call time, no familiar faces were there. So I made an SMS to Corky then he told me to meet Sek in Starbucks Araneta. When I went thre, Sek was in the Food Plaza of the mall. It was like a wild goose chase without the goose. Finally, I saw Sek and Topher in one of the tables in the Food Court. We waited for Topher to finish his dinner while waiting for the others. Then, Jethmal called Sek asking where we were. To cut the long story short, we ended on the original meet up place. Dane arrived moments later then Jet returned there after entering the mall. Finally, Corky landed on the venue.

20:10
Ali Mall, Cubao
We boarded the Raymond Bus Liner enroute to Tabaco, Albay. I have a bad history with this liner but I have no choice to give it a chance. There were no empty seats on the bus probably because it was a Friday.

21:00
The driver step on the pedal and were off to our journey. It was a fast drive even if drove in EDSA's notorious points of traffic. We were in Alabang with in half an hour.

22:05
Calamba, Laguna

After exiting the South Luzon Expressway, the bus suddenly pulled over. Minutes passed and we were still not leaving. Some curious passengers went outside and found out that a flat tire caused the long wait. So we went outside, to get some fresh air. It took almost an hour to fix the problem.
 

Day 1
Calauag, Quezon
02:35
It was our official stop over. Jet and I went inside the canteen to buy some food. Shocked with unreasonable prices, we decided to go outside. And so we ate in a local burger chain just across the road. Topher bought a 50.00 worth of cup noodles on the said canteen.

05:25
Naga, Camarines Sur
 

 

Thanks to our driver who was in a fast and furious mode, we reached Naga City just before the sun rises. LG, who served as our welcoming committee, met us in the bus terminal. A short walk led us to SM Naga, which prompted me to the customary photo session of the mall. Then we rode a trike towards to LG's house in Canaman. After settling there, we wasted no time and went to the city.

06:00

Our first stop was a carinderia just in front of the E-Mall. There we ate a famous noodle dish there called Kinalas. It was something special because the tase was delicious eventhough the meat used was only pork instead of the traditional beef meat. We all enjoyed it however Jet who put too much spice on his soup was too sweaty while eating his meal.

06:45
Naga Cathedral

I have been here a few times during the Feast of Our Lady of Penafrancia but this was the first time it was not crowded. It was solemn. Peace and calm were present on the sacred place. It was a perfect time to pray. After a few shots taken, we left the cathedral.

07:30
Basilica Minore

A just concluded fun run welcomed us in front of the Basilica. Because of the event, there were a lot of people there. Howver, inside the church it was quiet as a sign of respect to Ina. I have a chance to touch her again after a long time. Then, prayed the novena in honor for her.

09:14
Canawan, Naga
After countless of picture taking, a super tiring long walk, a 1.5 bottle of coke and a piece of fried siopao, we returned to LG's house. Exhausted from the improptu visita iglesia, I just laid down on one of the matresses in the floor.

10:45

We ate lunch in one of the eateries in the city proper. It only cost PhP 225.00 for a group of seven persons. It included 5 different meals, 7 servings of rice and two liters of soft drink.

11:30
Pili, Camarines Sur

After lunch, we boarded a bus en route to Iriga. We paid PhP 10.00 for the trip. Then we rode a tricycle that will bring us to CWC, which located at the back of the provincial capitol of Camarines Sur. Yes, Pili is the capital of the province and not Naga who is the heart and soul of the province. We came just before the staff had their lunch break so after registering we just waited for our time to start. PhP 125 for one hour. PhP 40 for the rent of life vest and helmet. PhP 500.00 depositwas charged for insurance of the gears.

13:00
Winchpark, CWC

We started 15 minutes early because the staff was disturbed because of our presence during their break. The whole park was exclusive for the six of us. As my tradition, I was the last one to try. As a result, I had the best performance for the group.
I reached more than half of the park. The second try, Corky nailed it as he reached the other side. Not to be outdone, I also reached the other side but failed to finishe it minus the splash in the water. It took more than half an hour before other people showed up in the park that ended our exclusivity to the park. After an hour and so, we enjoyed this hobby. It was lot of fun even we had a lot of misses than hits. Surely, I will never forget this and I wanted to return so I could wakeboard in the
Pro's park.

14:35
Poolside, CWC

How time flies, it was time to surrender the gears back to the registration area. We spend time resting on the poolside. The guys were contented on sitting there and observing the beatiful views around the place while I took a dip in the water.
However, when I noticed that I was causing pollution on the pool, I decided to go back. There, I saw a former classmate of mine and had a conversation with him.

15:05
Lago del Ray, CWC

Just beside the wakeboard park is the Aquapark in Lago del Ray, which is also a man made lagoon. Bunch of children were having fun with the inflated stuffs floating in the water. It costs 120 per hour but we did not try it believing it is just for kids who want to have fun. Thus, we just loitered in one portion and have an instant photo shoot of ourselves.

16:10
Naga Coliseum

I went inside to the coliseum in order to see Gawin who is playing for the Ateneo de Naga but he already went home immediately after their game. Then I saw the guys wrestling with each other inside a boxing ring near the complex. Another long walk ensued. We boarded a jeepney that transported us to another one that will bring us to LG's house. (of course, the 7 of us only knows what happened there)

17:15
Canaman, Naga

We have to prepare quickly because we have to leave immediately so we can go to Nabua, where we will spend the night. Because of unforeseen events, we have to go there. Before we left, our host's mother insisted us to eat dinner first so we obliged.
Then we went back to the terminal minus LG. Eventhough we were going to his dad's place, he cannot go with us so I was tasked to be the lead guide to our destination. The said town is along the way going to our province so I know where it is. The plan was to ride a bus but there were no more bus so we rode a van going to Nabua.


20:45
Nabua, Camarines Sur

Our new host is a Physician but opted to be in the business sector. He fetched the six of us through a motorcycle. It was no habal habal so it took turns of fetching us. Topher and I were almost forgotten to be brought in the house, were the last one to arrive. Doc made dinner for us. It was plentiful. I really enjoy home made dishes especially in the provinces. After dinner, we went inside our room which was airconditioned. For a moment, we had first class accomodation.
Moments later, we went outside to have our drinking sessions. Although tired and exhausted due to our non stop activities, we decided to chill out. Doc shared some cool stories about their place and town that quite suprisingly true.

Day 2
00:21
When the bottle of brandy had its last drop, I decided to call it a night and proceed to our room. Inside the room, Sek and Jet were already asleep when I saw them. I turned off the lights before I slept in the other bed.
05:05
It was the second alarm of my phone thaw finally woke me up. Due to the long travel ahead of us, we have to leave early. I turned on the lights so the guys could wake up. Due to a few hours of sleep, we were quite sleepy to wake up. But we have to leave, so one by one we prepared our things and move to our next destination. Meanwhile, Doc prepared us some breakfast that includes pansit bato. It was made from their neighbor town, Bato. Sek was the only one who did not ate breakfast because of his diet. We had a short tour of the house before we eventually leave the place. LG's father even rented a trike to transport us to the town proper. He even paid for our fare. I really admire his hospitality for accepting strangers in his humble abode.

07:15
Pili, Camarines Sur

We alighted the van in a diversion road to ride a vehicle enroute to Sabang port. While waiting, the guys bought some bread and shared to everybody. My stomach was unfriendly during that time so when I saw a gas station, I hurriedly went to their comfort room. After I unloaded my dirt, I was shocked to see a bidet spray there and it was working. You have no idea how I envy that rest room. Then I saw my friends starting to load their things to the jeepney so I rushed towards them. Because the PUj was almost full, they decided to go topload meaning at the roof of the jeep. I had no plans of toploading so I seated beside the driver.

08:54
Sabang, Camarines Sur

We arrived on schedule on the port. After writing in the passenger's manifest, we waited for the boat to arrive. Few minutes later, it came. All passengers were anxious to get on board but have to wait for awhile to unload the passengers inside. To board the boat, one should walk in a makeshift bridge that men had to carry in order to reach the vessel. After settling the things, I seated beside Corky. Then a lady seated besides me. I was quite fortunate to seat besides her. She's the type your eyes would not leave its sight. It was a two hour ride so I thought God gave me 120 minutes just to talk with her. Of course, I wasted almost all of it. Blame it to my shyness. However, I did have quite few but interesting conversations with her. She was nice and very accommodating to my queries. Although I got some details about her, the sad part is that I did not even got her name. :(

The girl in blue dress was the one I let go away.  I hope I can met her again.

12:00

Guijalo Port, Caramoan

The port in Guijalo is diffetent from Sabang because it is more commercialized than the latter. However, to cross on the mainland, we should board a small boat. When we got there, Jet already hired a tricycle driver named Manuel that will bring us to Paniman where we will get our boat to deliver us in the islands of Camaroan. It was quite a long drive to the other side so we settled our things first in the town proper. I suggest that we eat in Lutong Bahay. My friends had no idea what I was talking about so they laugh. Then Manuel stopped right in front of the said eatery. Of course, they were surprised so I shared a secret of a traveler like me, i.e. Research. Hungry and thirsty, we wasted no time to eat lunch there.


13:24
Market Side near St. Michaels Church, Caramoan
We bought a fish and a cooking pot to cook rice. Then we went to a store that we had bought all the things we needed in our camping trip. After settling all the necessities we have to bring, our sojourn continued. Kuya Manuel led us to her sister in Barangay Paniman. After some deliberation, we agreed to used Christine 2 (the name of the boat). We were asked which island we want, so I said loudly Matukad Island. At first, I was kind of disappointed that the said island was close because of the Survivor Franchise but was shocked and happy upon hearing that it was opened a day earlier.


14:41
Matukad Island, Caramoan Peninsula

    Aerial shot of Matukad Island

To reach there, it will only take 15 minutes from the shoreline. When we got there a handful of island hoppers were already there. I instantly looked for a good camping site. Corky led the way in setting up the tents. Jet and Dane were game on learning how to pitch the tents. Meanwhile, Sek and Topher were the ones in charge of the food because of their culinary skills. Upon settling down, another boat arrived composed of other island hoppers. It included my preaty seatmate. As always, my shyness were all over me so I just went to the lagoon where the mysterios giant bangus is residing. However, one should climb the rocks in order to reach the lagoon. Jet accompanied me on this exploration. I am an experience hiker so I thought it would be easy for me. Luckily for me, I did have any injuries or scratches because of the edgy rocks. Jet took some photos of me at the top of the rock but when it was my turn to use the camera it shut down automatically. I tried three times but to no avail.

I was not spooked but I just surrendered as a sign of respect to the things that science could not even explain. I did see the milkfish which is about two feet. However, I did not see my "future" when I returned to the shore. Apparently, they left. Another blown chance for me. Haissst.

16:55

I had a chance to talk to the boatmen about the myth surrounding this island. One of them was even possessed when he went down in the lagoon. Also, one foreigner could not go back after swimming there. However, I was interested on the mythe of the two giant bangus. Before there were two milkfish over there in the lagoon, however, a fisherman caught one of them and ate it. According to one of them, the son of the fisherman died instantenously with no reason at all. Upon hearing, I hurriedly go back to my friends to share what I have discovered.

17:22
Just before sunset, we had the whole island by our lonesome. We were on Survivor mode. Six castaways stranded on the island. Later, we decided to have dinner. Topher and Sek prepared inihaw na isda. Then, they fried some luncheon meat. The meals were awesome.

18:32

We started our socials right after dinner. Three Empe Lights were just fine for the six of us. We shared some stories while drinking. Then the researchers from the Survivor show returned to study the seasnake found in one of the rocks. When one of them passed us, we asked him if the snake is venomous. The foreigner gladly answered, "Yes, they're venomous but they don't like to bite. Just stay away from the rocks. I was not bothered by the snakes instead I was still trying to uncover the mysteries I witnessed in this island. But I was not avail to do so. I even so an image of waman walked behind Sek. It was probably the goddess who guards the island. Our bonfire also makes an appear-disappear act. It happened four times. Still, we lied down in the fined sands of the islands and relaxed with our booze.

Day 3
05:45
For the second straight day, I was the one who rose up first signaling all of us to went out of our tents. The sun has not yet to rise so we decided to go swimming. The water is clear however lots of see weeds were all over the place. Stll, it was the best beach I been to. Sorry Guimaras, Bolinao and Nagsasa (which all are pretty beaches). After a while, I brought them up to the lagoon. It was high tide so the water reached the shores. I went up first so they could see where to climb. Sek followed suit. Then Dane was next. Jet, Topher and Corky followed suit. IT did not took us long to reach their. However, Dane failed to reached the other side because of fatigue. My camera worked at the top of the rocks but after one shot of the lagoon it mysteriously shut down again. When we descend to the island, bunch of people were already there including our boatmen. It was time for us to leave.

07:15
Just before we leave, the DENR people came to close the island. It was ironic because it felt that we really had to be there. One day it was close then when we arrive it opened then when we left it was closed again. Ironic, isn't it. We did not go to any islands. Probably it was my fault because I did not force my friends to do so. Still, I was satisfied with what transpired. I was able to enjoy a nice weekend with my brods. (This was the first time; a weather forecast went wrong, I am very thankful for the good weather).

When we reached Paniman, we took a bath just beside a well. We took turns in reaching the pail of water just like what Jack and Jill did minus the hill. Few minutes later, Kuya Manuel arrived to fetch us.

09:03

Before we go back to Guijalo port, we bought some souvenir shirts in the town proper. Then we stopped by shortly in St. Michael's church to pray for our safe trip home and also thanking for giving us a fine weather and all of us are still safe. When we arrived in Guijalo port, the boat was about to leave so we hurriedly went inside there. We did not even pay the terminal fee. But we wrote in the passengers manifest.

12:00
Sabang, Camarines Sur

We arrived sound and safe in Sabang Port. This time, i did not have a beautiful companion beside me but I could not complain at least this was the first trip that I have long conversation with a pretty stranger. Next time, I will try to befriend one.


At around 14:30 we arrived in SM Naga. We ate there. I will not name the restaurant because of my bad experience to them. I will not advertise for a business establishment that employs people who are stubborn to bring soups and serve rice to their customers. (FU) Then the five of us except Sek went to the comfort room in order to load extra baggages. WHile waiting for Dane and Jet, Topher made conversation with one of the saleslady. He asked, “Nakapunta ka na ba ng Caramoan, dun kasi punta namin. The pretty sales lady replied, Di pa po sir. Topher answered back with this, Bakit po ang gaganda ng mga sales lady dito. In which Corky shouted, Boom!

17:30
Naga Bus Terminal

All good travels have to end and it was time ti bid farewell on this fun and exciting province of Camarines Sur. I vow to return and visit the other islands of Caramoan and try to do well in Wake boarding. Probably next year but as I always say, Only God knows when.

Thank you Casper, Topher, Jethmal, Dane and Corky for making me part of this awesome and unforgettable adventure. This was the only available weekend on my calendar and yet I able to fill it thanks to you guys. Til next time!

How to get to Caramoan:

Ride a bus to Naga via Tabaco or Legaspi
Ride a van or jeep or bus to Sabang
Ride a boat to Guijalo Port
Ride a Tricycle to Paniman

Mt. Pulag the Second Time Around (via Akiki-Ambangeg Route)

Merriam Webster defines the word DIFFICULT as hard to do, make, or carry out. In layman’s term it just simply means hard. For a Filipino mountaineer, Akiki is synonymous to the said word whenever he or she took that route upwards to the summit of Mt. Pulag, which is Luzon's highest mountain. One popular website rated the said trail as 7 out of 9 in terms of difficulty. Thus, it is safe to say that it is a hard climb to the summit. Even though there is an easy trail to the peak of the mountain that is the Ambangeg Route which is also known as the Executive Trail because of its wide pathway and accessible trail, many seasoned mountaineers or hikers opt the alternative route which is known as the killer trail. Most mountaineers who have conquered Mt. Pulag, which stands majestically at 2,922 Meters above Sea Level, via the Ambangeg route, dream to use the Akiki trail when they come back there.

That's where our story starts. Almost a couple of years ago, the author together with his classmates in law school conquered Pulag amidst the non-stop rain and violent winds surrounding the mountain. He reached the summit, unfortunately there was no clearing at the time so he vow to return but will use the traverse trail i.e. Akiki on his next climb there. Alas, after one and a half year since climbing there, he had the opportunity not only to return to Mt. Pulag but also the chance to trek the treacherous Akiki trail. In this sojourn, he accompanied new faces i.e. the Edge Outdoor Group. Actually, he is the new guy in this group because he only has one stint with them during their climb in Mt. Cristobal last month. Even though he provided constant communication problems with them, he eventually made the trip. As expected, he was the last one to arrive in Baguio.

 

Despite weather forecasts of heavy rain, the group decided to climb Pulag but agreed collectively will use the Ambangeg Route for safety reasons. On their way to Benguet, the weather was perfect. They even had pictures in Ambuklao Dam which was recently reopened last year since it was closed during the 1990 earthquake. Over in DENR station, the group had a change of heart and chose Akiki instead. They secured a guide there. His name is Teddy Aguinse. He was dressed like a regular mountaineer. He was different from the other guides who just wore t-shirts and sandals. He was kind of strict at first because he overheard the author's intention of buying alcohol which was prohibited at the mountain. From DENR, they went to the jump-off point of the Akiki trail which was an hour and a half drive. After the customary picture taking, the group went uphill to the ranger station. It was a difficult assault of around 200 meters due to its cemented surface. They settled the guide fees at the Ranger station, which served as the luncheon area for the hikers. After they had lunch, they prepared for their trek to Eddet River wherein they will settle camp. Moments before they leave, the rain made a heavy downfall. In an instant, they were looked trapped inside the station where all doors and windows were locked and closed. Minutes later, the rain started to subside. It was a sign that they start their journey. Indeed they did. And so the eight of them (Sir Jhun, his brother Zandro, Sir Geoff, Ma'am Ana, her sister Ma'am Lorna, Sir Dennis, Shane, and the author) commenced their adventure that supposedly would not happen. 

Eddet River

They passed by in a school just above the ranger station. They saw the Castle Mountaineers there where they settled for their lunch. It was a long trek. Really, it was. After climbing a hill, they have to go down and push forward to another one before reaching the river. One cannot deny the presence of Mother Nature. There were trees as huge as the skyscrapers in the metropolis. Of course there was lots of grass between the established trails. Then there were the cows that were busy doing their business. Although it was raining, it was fortunate to see those marvelous things in the landscape beside Mt. Pulag. Few hours have passed and after a lot of upward-downward trekking, the group had reached the Eddet River. As if intended by the grand design, heavy rain fell down before they start to pitch their tents. And so, a classic Bayanihan was inspired. As instructed by Teddy, some held the ground sheet upwards to cover the tent from the rain. Pitching the tent is not difficult but given the extreme circumstances, it was not easy either. However, five tents were set up in just minutes led by Ma'am Ana, which according to her was her first time. It was an amazing feat. After setting up, all were tired and went inside their respective tents. No session not even dinner were done during the evening because of the rain.

 
End of Day one

It was still dark when their eyes started to open. Even though feeling drowzy, they have to wake up early so that they could commence their real journey to Pulag. Because none of them had dinner the night before, everyone was hungry for breakfast. Hence, it was like a feast. Rice, Maling, Daing and Tinapa. The leftovers served as packed lunch later in the morning. It was still twilight when they broke camp and proceed to their trek. Most of them had run out of water so they have to gather some from the river. However to cross the river, one should use a bridge made of steel which is hanging from each side of the river. Obviously it is dubbed as the Hanging Bridge. Again, customary pictorials arose near the bridge. Then comes the assault. The pathway is steep. One has to burst energy to every step he takes. The assault was like a zigzag route. You turned right and then you will turn left and vice versa. Way up to Marlboro country boast scenic views like the neighboring mountains of Pulag. Moreover, trees were all over the place aside from the chirping of the birds. This is when the group was broke into two. 


 
Shane, Zandro, and Jhun together with Teddy were on the fore front while Anna, Geoff, Dennis, Lorna and the author (who served as the sweeper) were in the tail end. The pace of the former was normal while the latter was not so due to constant photo-ops(mostly of the author). In one long break, the five noticed that the others were already far away from them. Grievances such as Teddy were just guiding three people instead of eight. In an instant, warm heads prevailed on a cool weather. Then as if planned; Teddy appeared like a mushroom from out nowhere.
 

He was blasted from all directed by the two siblings. Imagine a guy being shot by an AK-47 them shot again by a Glock-9 pistol. Yes. It was murder. Although is sounded a brutal beating or bashing which depends on your interpretation, the two were still on the side of the fence meaning they argued with reason. Nonetheless, it was too much for Teddy who was not able to defend him due to the non-stop onslaught of the two. In fairness to him, he acknowledges his faults although it seems that he just surrendered from the unlimited bashings he obtained from the two. As penance perhaps, he volunteered to carry one of their bags.
Aside from the hot tempers, the sun started to make it presence felt. Fortunately, they were all in the E-camp that protected them from the sun. While the men were topless because they put their wet things under the sun to let it dry, the others were savoring their long awaited breathers. Minutes have passed when they decided to move forward to Marlboro Country which serves as place to eat their lunch. On their way there, the sun was already scorching but thanks to the huge trees surrounding the trail, they were shielded from the heat. Nevertheless, going upwards is still a struggle due to the loads they were carrying as if they were like the cross burdened by Christ. That is when a sort of entertainment arose just before they reached their target site. The two sisters agreed to take turns of carrying the bag. They collectively decided to take turns every thirty minutes. Of course being the younger of the two, Ma'am Ana was the first to carry the bag. At first the idea sounded good but when minutes before the arrange time, the eldest sister was already far from her so she cannot take her turn. Intentionally or not, she took her bag moments after the agreed time but when it transpired, they were minutes away from the camp. It took another couple of hours before they arrive. A bunch of mountaineers were already there. Some were resting while others were already preparing for their ascend to the saddle camp. Because their lunches were already packed, it took them only less than an hour in the said camp.

The afternoon was the exact opposite of the morning. It means that while the sun was there to witness their struggles during the morning, it was absent in the afternoon because rain took over in penalizing these poor souls. Even though they were inside the mossy forest that is also covered by a bunch of huge trees, they still cannot escape the wrath of the rain. Rain drops were falling inside and out of the forest, which somewhat transformed into a maze because it was so long and tiring. It seemed that it was endless that it will have any exit to the grasslands. The forest is quite beautiful but because of the rain, it was hard to notice. Beauty was blocked by the beast. No one can appreciate it because the minds were already set of overcoming the rain by moving out of the forest.

It was still raining, when they finally reached the grasslands. This time, another obstacle has to overcome and yet another pain to endure, the water flowing in the trail. Some paths were already flooded but had no choice but to step on it. As a result, water entered the shoes. Thus, the socks and feet were wet. Hunger also became a factor. Due to fatigue, food really became a necessity. A pair of cloud 9 bars and a piece of flat tops were the only ones available but it was enough for the final stretch to the saddle camp. It was about half a day when they could hear the sounds of the hikers who were already in the saddle camp. Then there was a SWOOSH. No, it was no Michael Jordan jump shot. It was Ma'am Ana's signature move whenever she nears the destination. And then finally after twelve hours of journey to the land above the clouds, they arrive to their to the saddle camp. Upon reaching, they respectively put up their tents simultaneously. Just like the other day, the night seemed to be fast because of fatigue and the unfriendly rain.

Later that evening, the rain had died down. It was replaced by a magnificent show in the sky. It was perfect for stargazers or astrologers. In fact, a shooting star appeared out of nowhere. The stars were so splendid that one cannot see it in the metropolis due to the pollution being made every day. It was one memorable moment that can only be trumped by the sea of clouds in the morning.

End of Day Two

 
What promises to be a perfect weather in the morning was shattered into pieces by the rain and the fog it created. No clearing in the summit is the only clear message when they woke up. Better luck next time. It was like the mountain played the mountaineers as if it was just a little kid making pranks to his elders. Bitter. Perhaps. Painful. Extremely yes. Sad. A big no. Despite the fact that none of them had the chance to see the clouds froming like an ocean just below the summit, the experience going up there is always be treasured. It was one of a kind experience for mountaineers, either seasoned or novice. It is a kind of fulfillment in climbing this mountain that one had to endure physical and mental challenges in using the Akiki trail. In fact, some were teary eyed when they reached the top. Remember, in life you have to climb the mountain before you reach the top. Literally, they had done it and were successful in doing it.

Enough of the drama. Going down is now easier because of the Ambangeg route. However, it is still long because again the mountain is so high that it stretched the whole Epifanio Delos Santos Avenue (EDSA). It's the third day already but the bags are still heavy but not as the same weight before. Still it was a burden to carry. In fact, a hiker almost fell on his way down from the summit because of the loaded bag he carried. It was kind of scary because it was face first. His two female companions just stared at him. Sir Zandro gladly helped him who survived the ordeal with minor bruises on his hand. It was quite envious because he got a souvenir from the mountain. Kidding aside, easy or difficult there is nothing wrong in taking precaution because one's life is the exchange here and it is indeed a serious matter.

Fortunately, there were no winds like the last time the author went there. Only muds produced by the rain were visible in the trail. In every step, there was mud. But it was kind of helpful for the mountaineers because it prevented the path to be slippery. As proof, there were no incidents of slides made by any member of the group. It's probably a record. Still. A long way ahead. They just reached the camp 2 site where they prepared their lunch. All remaining canned goods were opened. The remaining rice was cooked. And the surviving daing were finally eaten.

Going down was like a walk in the park but it did not felt like that because of fatigue. All were set of reaching the ranger station. The route is really easy because of its wide path. There were no difficult trails other than a 400 meter surge from camp 1. After that it was just a long trek to the Ranger Station. And after six hours of trekking, they arrived safely and unharmed. After what have transpired and happened in three days in the mountain, the aftermath of surviving the treacherous Akiki-Ambangeg route is Hope. Hoping that someday will return with a new quest in mind. Hoping it will be gracious of experiencing the sea of clouds every mountaineer had dreamt of. Hoping that the magnificent Pulag will always remain magnificent. Hoping next time that it will not play games anymore to its visitors. Hoping for another safe adventure in this mountain.


The End


(Author's Note: Acknowledges the great organizing skills of Ma'am Ana who had done a splendid job in organizing this climb.And Thanks to Brods Geoff and Jhun for assisting me in evey step of the way. Also to Sir Zandro for providing me the pacing I needed during the darkest hour of my climb. Moreover, Sir Dennis and Ma'am Lorna, thank you for sharing me your sheet in covering my tent so that I have a relaxing sleep. And to Shane for supplying the Daing who served my dinner in the saddle camp. Of course thank you all for sharing this experience with me. 'til next time!)