I asked you to come with me in that convenience store. Not because I want to buy something but because I want to tell you something. This has been going on in my mind for months now and I can’t hold it anymore. So that store will be my alibi to be with you, to get your time, and to tell you the truth.
My heart’s pumping out blood faster than it should. Beads of cold sweat, even though I’m wearing a jacket and the weather’s fucking hot as hell.
You willingly accompanied me even though you said there is nothing you want to buy. Not really sure why you’re doing this but it seems like my persuasiveness overpowered you. Thankfully it worked this time. Out of a million tries of inviting you to go out with me. This time is different. Thinking that the universe has conspired to make this moment happen.
We walked towards the store together. Me asking you random questions, not so that I can know more about you but to distract myself with what I’m about to do. I must not fail this mission as this might be the only chance that I’ll have.
I opened the door and held it until you come inside. Got separated a little later so that we can sort out and grab what we wanted to buy. I don’t really have anything. I was just thinking how I should approach you. My introduction, my speech. Ugh. I’ve practiced this on my mind a couple of times already but ..
You went round the corner and came towards me. You caught me staring blankly into a stall of soaps and dishwahing liquid. What in the world am i doing here?! You even asked me if I have to wash a lot of dishes. I faked a laugh to ride your joke. Haha. Shit. Then you asked me what will I buy. I don’t have an idea yet and you’re not holding anything. So I quickly walked towards the food section and picked whatever snack is there. Panick mode.
I’m running out of time. I walked in another aisle to pretend I’m looking for something, but there’s really nothing. All I really wanted to do is tell you how I really feel.
I’m in line for the cashier. You’re near the door already. Waiting for me, wanting to go back from where we were. I slightly look at you from time to time, trying decipher your mind. I tried to calm down. For five seconds, my mind was floating, I never realized that the cashier has already been asking for my stuffs. I beamed to my foolishness. I saw you smirked. Bar code done. I reached for my wallet and then paid.
Should I really tell you? Fuck it. I will. I will tell you the real reason why I asked you to go with me. I’ve waited for this day to come. I’ve gathered all the strength I got. No more excuses. This has to be it.
So this is it. We were already walking out and I said, “Hey, I’ve got to tell you something”. Your body language told me, “Ok. What’s it? I’ll listen”. So I blurted out, “I love you”.
I was on the edge of canceling this event. Tropical storm Jolina has been pouring heavy rains up north and it was also affecting us in central and south Luzon. Despite having second thoughts, I still want to push it through. I wanted to climb again and bond with my friends. It has been almost five months since we last climbed. I asked them one by one if it’s alright to hike even if it’s raining and they said it’s just fine. So up we go, rain or shine.
It was the second time we planned to climb Mt. Maculot. The first time was last April but it was cancelled because a natural calamity has happened weeks before: earthquake. We feared it will happen again so for our safety we cancelled it. Then, surprisingly weeks before this event another earthquake happened again. Coincidence?
I was able to get a contact number of a guide through the blog post I read. Still skeptical about going, I called him and asked how was the weather like in Cuenca, Batangas. He said it wasn’t raining anymore. But the weather app indicated it was. Doubting that the guy just want us to proceed. In the end, I just held on to the hope that he was telling the truth.
So at a cold 3AM morning we all gathered at McDo Buendia. After eating breakfast, we aboard the bus bound to Lemery Batangas. The fare was P147 each. We try to catch up more stories while we also catch some sleep.
It was heavily raining when we left. It’s good they are still willing to go even if there was a big chance that it will rain.
We reached Lemery at around 6AM. It wasn’t raining like our tour guide has told us. Great! Mark left his umbrella at the bus. Regretful. Later on, we registered and met our guide. RJ got his own separate guide. We started ascending after a few minutes under a cloudy weather.
We headed first to the Rockies. There were 14 pit stops all in all. It was good as we can recharge from time to time. Mark showcased his app showing how high are we above sea level. Ram on the other hand shamelessly farted whenever he wanted then blame it to RJ! Haha. Wind of change!
While on our way, we can’t stop comparing this adventure to the one we had at our mother mountain Mt. Balagbag. That one was more challenging than this they say. Maybe? Perhaps because it was our first time and didn’t expect what it would entail. But now, three mountains later, we got used to the drills. We gained experience and were stronger than before. Our pacing was within the itinerary I set.
The tourists guides also told us stories about climbers who died in this mountain. Their bodies were just found several days later. The community wasn’t strict on hikers climbing without a guide. Since then, in order to prevent such regrettable suicides and deadly accidents, they required one.
The weather fortunately went from cloudy to sunny. Something that we didn’t expect. It was around 8:30am when we reached the infamous store called 7/11 by the people. Why? Because the price of products were incredibly expensive. We paid P40 each for a single serving of pancit canton, P12 for a hard boiled egg, P100 for 50ml water. We didn’t have a choice. But it was just fine. Somebody have to go all the way top to replenish their stocks so perhaps that puts the equation about the prices. They have to pay someone else which adds cost.
As we went along, Jayson got his head bumped by the low lying branches of wood several times. Three to be exact. One of the worst was the woods with thorns. Good thing his head didn’t bleed. Ugh. Be careful.
The rain was a blessing in disguise. Had it not rained, a lot of people would have come. Edwin our guide said sometimes it would take three long hours to wait for your turn to take awe-inspiring pictures at the Rockies due to the blockbuster crowd. Luckily only a few groups were with us. We took our time.
Rockies was the most popular spot in Mt. Maculot. You’ll be able to see the majestic view of the lake and also the mountains covered in flora and fauna. It was serene. We stayed longer and took a lot photos to our hearts content while appreciating the grand beauty of it. Truly spectacular. Especially when you’re experiencing it together with your close friends.
Later on we headed to the summit. Another rocky road. We rappelled to the steep ascents along the way. We held on to the ropes tightly while firmly stepping forward. It was quite fun and also made my heart thump, like when I was with you.
There was no clearing at the summit. Fog was all around covering the picturesque view of the lake. We went on the other side where a lona was spread on the ground. We seated there and then rested a bit. A charming lady we met earlier from another group took a picture with us.
Later on we took solo and group pictures at the summit. Rain suddenly poured. We wore our raincoats and then continued what we were doing. Few moments later we decided to descend and head to the grotto, our last stop. Intermittent drizzling and muddy footsteps ahead.
Random talks. Little chats. Quick updates. We try to reach out as much as we could, or rather as much as I could to them. Since I was no longer seeing them on a daily basis, I wanna squeeze any information they want to share. Haha. Five years, ten years from now or more, I’d still want to be close to them — hike, hang out, go to places. Aahhh. I’m just happy.
We reached Mama Mary’s grotto in no time. Down below we could clearly see houses and buildings which look miniscule. From afar are the cities and other mountain ranges. Another mesmerizing view from the top of the mountain. This grotto is a popular destination for people who penitent during the holy week. Stations of the cross depicting Jesus Christ crucifixion were built along the way.
I prayed to Mother Mary. I hope it will become true one day.
Cemented stairs made it easier for us to descend. It was a long way going down. Some went first and others just followed depending on our paces. When Hazel and Luigi catch up, Hazel told us that Luigi went rolling down because he slipped. Good thing he wasn’t hurt badly. When we reached the end of the trail, we rode a tricycle going back to the site where we could take shower. Sore and starving.
Then, we paid our tour guides. Fee was P600 per guide for five persons for the Rockies-Summit-Grotto traverse and an additional P100 for succeeding people. We ordered food afterwards. Lomi and silog meals were served. Full and ready to go home.
In the bus going back to Buendia, Mark said his phone has an IR receiver which can control any IR enabled device as long as its brand is supported. I said he try to change the channel of our TV but he was feeling scared.
I’ve also though them how to edit their pictures using Google’s SnapSeed app. So they were enhancing their photos while we were on the bus.
It was such a great day. Another planned event turned into reality. Til our next event!
It has been a while since I last updated my blog. Busy — not properly allocating time to think what to write about — and uninspired — not motivated enough about what has been happening around — were my two reasons, I think, why I was on hiatus. But now, I felt the urge to tell an invisible crowd whatever random suppressed thoughts I have. One of this blog’s main purpose is to serve as a therapeutic tool in expressing myself and I am compelled to take advantage of it.
The best is yet to come. A phrase which has become my mantra from last year. I was really looking forward to it. This year, I think it was answered. I’ve just been from Malaysia and things turned out pretty well than yesteryear. I am really grateful for the unexpected opportunity given to me. Despite the stress it brought along, there are still far better things I can hold on to: learning something new, travelling farther, gaining experience, meet nice people, work with an amazing team. And yes, the best things in life will keep on coming.
I’ve been to different places around Kuala Lumpur — all touristy spots. I’ve told myself I should blog about it. I wanted to, and I will. Dozens of pictures and videos are already stored on my photo library. Motivation and inspiration are all I needed to write about it. Might take some time but I will make sure it will be worthy to read. Memories, memories are all we have. Cry, try not to cry.
Someone divulged an information I’ve withheld for a while. Actually, it was more like an open secret. People in my circle already knew about it a long time ago and I neither confirm nor deny because I think it is better if it remained as it is — stay the same on the surface but nonetheless be bold and loud underneath. Oh well, but as I said, it was already revealed so there is nothing more I can do but to add more fuel to the fire. Unless there will be a stream of water ready to kill the blaze and leave the ashes onto the air — take everything into nothingness. Fortunately for me, that hasn’t been the case yet. Let’s see how it goes. I hope this is unlike those fireflies which got burned because they were too much attracted with the light coming from the gas lamp. Keep your distance but never leave. Keep your presence and feel the heat. Give me a chance, make my heart beat.
Gladly, no one’s ever gonna read this post in full length. Because who would? Who will bore themselves with something uninteresting as this? It is a relief that I could tell the world what’s on my mind. Publicly reveal my inner thoughts without causing too much attraction. Even if I post this on social media, nobody would give a shit and that’s a reality I have accepted long before. After all, this site is all just about me. People perhaps will just glance at it, never comprehend what is written. I am free to speak out. Gladly.
It has been a while since I deactivated my Facebook account. Mixed emotions — mostly frustration — led me to do it. I was at a cozy cafe that time, sipping cold chocolate frappe drink to temporarily ease my mind. I already had a couple of attempts to deactivate it before but then I also immediately diverted my thoughts about it by doing some other stuffs instead. But that night was different. I was so physically and emotionally distressed so I decided to finally put it into action. The burden I felt inside must be relieved and it seemed like there was no other way but to channel my extreme unhappiness into deactivating my account, be gone for a while. Poor target. Bye Facebook.
Will it be worth it? Will I miss something? Will people look for me? I really don’t know. I highly doubt it. All i know is I just wanted to release the pressure and be off the grid for a while.
The following days was just fine. Even though I was uncertain how I will contact some of my family and friends, I was still commited to my decision. Moreover, Twitter, Instagram and iMessage still connect me to the world so I ain’t completely a cave dweller yet.
When people ask me why I did it, I tell them I just wanted to and I feel the need to give myself a temporary “social media detox“. Another follow up question was “Who made you do it?“. Like seriously? There must be someone behind this? Is it always about another person why you do this unusual thing?
I was still in the stage of denial.
After a few more days, I realized why I really deactivated my account. What my friends said to me was actually true. There was this one person who made me pull the trigger.
You made me upset. And so my stomach. I wanted to puke and get rid of this bitter taste. Your decision to choose that other person over me made my heart torn into pieces. It could have been us. But you never gave me a chance. This feeling again. The experience to be in another situation of unrequited love. If only you have a clue about the pain and rejection you put me through.
I wanted your attention so bad. I was hoping you’d notice me and ask me why I did it. Your curiosity towards me would make me feel I am still important to you. I could have given you the truth rightaway. Then I could have stopped my insanity. If only you knew how crazy I am about you.
Getting away from you was another way to protect myself from further breakdown. I still love me. I wanted to prevent myself from holding on to false hopes whenever you view my days or whenever you react to my status updates. Silly. I could have just blocked you, unfriended you, added you to my restricted list or hid your posts from my timeline. I should have just refrained myself from viewing your profile. I should have just restrained myself from sending you messages which you’ll predictably turn seenzoned. Rather, I chose to disconnect from the other people who care more. It still amazes me how love can make me do mad things.
Days have passed and you still don’t give a fuck. You didn’t even wonder why. Even a slight amount of care wasn’t shown, not a single bit. Either I failed miserably or I just expected too much from you. Heartbreaking double damage. I should have no feelings like this to you but surprisingly I have and it slowly tears me apart.
But eventually, I have come to my senses and it’s quite a relief. It started by accepting the fact that some of the things I desire don’t go according to the way I wish them to be. Reciprocating my feelings for you is one of them. It’s easy to like you. It might be hard to unlike you but it’s doable. After I finished publishing this, expect that I got better and I’m ready to be back to Facebook.
DIY Travel Philippines is a Facebook group where people share photos, expenses, itineraries and hacks about their travel experiences. Lots of information are posted here which other travelers alike could be interested with. Like the one I was tagged by my friend Hazel: a trip in Laguna entitled “5 destinations in 1 day”. At first I was skeptical about it. Could we really go to five different places in one day? Well, others have done it so I think it’s feasible and I want us to give it a try. Few days later, I created an FB event to invite my friends and colleagues from SM Retail ITS. I was glad they showed their willingness to join.
It was a cold 3AM morning when we all gathered at McDo Buendia except Mark. I was astonished by the punctuality of everyone. We were off to a great start. What was more was that RJ began the day with an epic fail. His bottled water accidentally spilled on his bag and most of his stuffs got wet. One by one he put out his things to check them. From that we learned that he brought a hotel-room sized towel. Going in a beach my friend?
Few moments later, we rode in a bus bound to Lucena, Laguna. We asked the driver to alight us from our destination as we were not familiar with it. Learning it as we go. Where we should go off was in the itinerary but of course it’s better to be safe and double check. Then, most of us grabbed the opportunity to catch sleep. Later on, we thought we should already alight. RJ on his thuggish manners, awakened his seatmates and asked them to make way for him. Jayven woken up Tats, who in turn walked automatically like a robot. Then we found out that we weren’t there yet. Candid laughs can be heard around and I was still trying to process what was happening. Did this really happened or I was just dreaming? What else did I missed?
It was more than hour more when we reached San Pablo. The darkness and mild rain showers kept us cold. We stayed in Jollibee to wait for Mark. He came after almost an hour. We went off and then asked the locals to point us where to ride a jeepney to Sto. Angel. They kindly helped us. Lost and found.
Sto. Angel South Trail was our chosen path as it could lead us closer to the twin lakes. We reached the barangay in no time. A kid guided us to Pandin Lake. After a few minutes of walking, we witnessed the tranquility it offers and got mesmerized by it. We reserved a floating cottage and ordered meals so that it will be immediately prepared when we get back later.
We started our hike after all of our tour guides came. The path was relatively easy but muddy. So easy that we walked like we were just having a window shopping in a shopping center. I wonder why we moved so fast. If I wasn’t mistaken, two veteran mountain climbers were first on the trail – Gerald and his childhood friend Leonard. These twins hurrying for something sale?
I couldn’t get much video because we were walking fast. And it was raining intermittently. I opened my Bluetooth speaker — blasting upbeat songs mostly sang by black people. They were lively that even Tats danced at the tune of Juju on that Beat and sang the chorus of Black and Yellow while his girlfriend Quency got slightly amused.
We fetched banana leaves to prevent ourselves from getting wet from the drizzle. I thought this could only happen in my grandma’s stories. She told me that when she was still a child, they do this as an alternative to umbrella. It wasn’t that effective but it will be a treasured experience.
When you bring your special someone with your group of friends, expect some grilling from them for fun. That was what happened with the three love birds in our group, especially to Sir Brian. They were trying to catch and trap him by interrogating him while his wife was near. But still, their love prevailed. Both of them were a good sport for riding the jokes. I’m still wondering though who is sir Bryan’s cousin they were talking about?
We reached the peak after a few hours. There was no clearing — clouds hid the view. We went into a hut as it was still raining lightly. There we ate, talked, relaxed and laughed.
There was a wooden made bed where RJ comfortably laid until a disastrous event made it broken — Ram sat on it and it suddenly collapsed. Obviously it can’t support their weight plus the other people sitting there. It happened so fast and we were a bit shocked. But then, we saw the humor on this and just moved past by it.
From there I started to witness an act done so naturally by Ram and RJ. It was as if I was watching a play in a comedy bar. They started to jokingly blame each other for the mishap. RJ sometimes tried to use rhyming words he learned from watching flip-top battles to beat Ram. But Ram doesn’t want to lose so he used his wit to fight back. Punch lines from each corner that made us all have a real good hard laugh.
There could never be a dull day whenever Ram and RJ are together. These two always tease each other for fun. Criticizing one another with the way they look and calling names like they were still a child have already become their habit. Pork Chop duo gave memorable turn of events to this adventure.
Jayven shared a bit about his unrequited love with a girl he likes. He said he has already moved on but his sadness was still visible on his face. Anyways, he seem to be dating somebody else already and that’s a good sign. Moving on.
Sir Eric was was enjoying and appreciating the beauty of the nature around him while he was in his usual calm demeanor and executive aura.
We had three GoPros that day. We were not so prepared were we? I wonder who is going to buy a drone and bring it next time? But for now, to mimic a drone shot, Ram timed his cam and then threw it in midair. He wasn’t able to catch it when it fell to the ground. Its casing broke. Needed to practice and break more. We just took a normal shot then.
Thick layers of white cloud still hid the view. We just started to descend after accepting to ourselves that they won’t go away now as we would like them to be. Well, let’s just say we experienced a sea of clouds.
RJ already felt the stinging pain on his legs. One of the guides, on his native dialect whatever it was, said that he’s quite scared to be pinned by the weight of RJ. He didn’t talk in Tagalog but all of us understood what he meant! We all laughed as he looked serious.
Meanwhile, Tats has been tirelessly assisting Quency. But most of the time it was the other way around. Just kidding. Seriously though, they’re perfect fit for each other.
In almost two hours we reached our start off point. The foods we ordered were slowly being served on the floating cottage while we clean our shoes, legs and pants from mud. I quite feared for Hazel’s fragile arms it might break anytime while she was pumping water for Luigi to clean their shoes.
A few minutes later, we rode in the floating cottage. Pandin Lake was beautiful and serene. Our guides slowly pushed our cottage to the other side through a rope. We ingested our lunch — Tilapia, mixed vegetables, small shrimps, pork liempo and rice while we drift away.
We had two hours to stay, relax and swim. Life vest is required to be worn at all times during swimming to prevent us from drowning in this deep lake.
Jayson was really afraid. He must have tried all of the life vest and never really trusted their capabilities to support him. He was still cautious even if we assured him that it was really safe. Eventually, he did swam after several hundred years of fighting his fear.
A few minutes walk was all it took for us to reach Yambo Lake. Just a glimpse on it was enough to make me relax and forget about something. Anyways, we captured group shots which were a bit shocking for me. Jayven did something silly behind Sir Eric’s back. Haha. But on the bright side, those pictures were funny. Some frozen moments that could show that we really had a great time.
Nagcarlan Underground Cemetery was our next stop after our twin lakes excursion. I’ve really wanted to go here because it was featured in Kapuso Mo Jessica Soho before. It got me curious ever since and I have taken a note that one day I’ll visit this place. So I really pushed our team to go here.
The vicinity has a wide open space yard with a well maintained lawn. A small old church stood steadily at the far center end. Both on its sides are walls stack up with tombs. If you could imagine, kids could be running around here, playing and laughing. They don’t seem to care whether the living see them or not.
We went ahead inside the church. Its interior was under construction. There was no caretaker so we went right away downstairs to see its mausoleum. It was just a small underground layer of tombs, a burial site for the wealthy people hundred of years ago. I thought it was really a big tunnel of catacombs like in Paris. But it wasn’t. We just took photos afterwards. Not really spooky at all.
Our last stop was at Bunga Falls. We rode in another jeepney, tired but still excited. Hoping that the falls was good enough to recuperate our weariness. As we walked, we could already hear the rage of the free falling water. A few minutes later we were able to catch a glimpse of it. Honestly I was a bit dissatisfied as it wasn’t majestic as I’m expecting it to be. Others were not enlightened to swim. Nevertheless, we still rented a cottage where we could stay, waiting for each other who would swim or not.
Later on, we saw an adrenaline filled show from the cliff drivers. I was quite nervous even by just watching them at the edge. To jump or not to jump? Actually, waiting for them to do it was more tense than the act itself. Other people scream as if they were the one jumping.
Moments later, Mark, Ram and Sir Brian felt the rush in their blood to try cliff diving. How did they feel? Did their knees shake too? Did their heart beat faster than it should? One thing is for sure though: I will never, even once in my life, dare to try this kind of activity. I’ll just let these courageous and brave young souls to do what they wanted to do.
I was tasked to capture videos for them. Sir Brian was the first one. The look on his wife’s eyes say how much she also felt nervous. Moments later, after he has mustered his courage, he jumped right away. Within a split second he was already swimming vigorously. His face and body was red. His wife on the other hand was proud of him though. It was like she was shouting inside of her “that’s my husband”.
Next was Mark, and then Ram. I’ve already witnessed these two cliff dive before. I know this one was just easy peasy for them. They will jump wherever and whenever it’s possible. They enjoy the thrill it gives them. I bet they wanted to try it again.
Later on, we started taking a bath. An hour or more was consumed for us all to finish. We were supposed to go to Laguna Lake and try biking but we run out of time. It was getting dark already. Everybody just agreed to go back to the city, eat and then go home.
I was really happy that day because we once again made this trip come a reality, not another drawing. Even though I was already not working with them, somehow I still had a way to get along with them, bond with them. They still trust me to organize our activities and I really appreciate them for that.
Unraveling about something I’ve been wondering about for a long time has also been my side mission and it was a success. Disappointment and change of mood weren’t how I reacted as someone expected it to be. Rather, I was just be cool with what I’ve learned.
I’m with amazing people and I really had so much fun.
Is it about trying out something new? Is it about the captivating view? Is it about falling in love with the beauty of the nature? Is it about the social media worthy pictures you take? Is it about conquering your fears and doubts whether you can make it or not? Is it about getting physically fit? Is it about the moments you have with the people you are with? Is it about the satisfying feeling of reaching your destination after the tremendous effort you put in? Whatever your reason is or whatever your motivation is, you’ll surely gain a memorable experience in climbing a mountain. Adventure is out there. You just have to say yes.
It was a cold Saturday dawn when me and my friends met at Jollibee Farmers Plaza Cubao — the usual meeting place of hikers. The meeting time was 3AM but I was already within the vicinity at around 2AM. We left at around 5AM because we have to wait for everyone to come. We rode in an FX going to Rodriguez, Rizal which was readily available outside. After almost an hour, we rode in a tricycle. When we reached the barangay hall of San Rafael, I was shocked to see the surplus of the people there. Lots of hikers registering their names, ready to start the day with their respective tour guides. I thought I won’t experience that scenario. I have seen pictures posted on FB Groups by other hikers where there were lots of them climbing a mountain. A prominent example is Mt. Ulap. I never thought this would also happen here.
The locals are selling rash guards, gloves and other hiking equipment at an affordable price. There is an available market and they clearly took advantage of it. Tour guides have also been roaming around, looking for groups which they can have contract with. It is required to have one per five people, P500 per mountain. The first to approach us was Arnel. After learning that we were nine in the group, he recommended another one — Baby.
I registered our group at the DENR for Php 50 per person. Initially, I indicated that we’ll climb two mountains: Mt Binacayan and Mt. Pamitinan.
My friends and I started climbing Mt. Binacayan at sunrise. We set out just fine. The weather wasn’t too hot. Our tour guides helped us all the way — they even carried some of our bags. It was a steady uphill climb, just the right amount of effort and we can reach the peak in time.
Within a few minutes, Hazel and her boyfriend Luigi already felt the burn on their legs with every step. I heard them calling each other “bhie” (short for baby) followed by an instruction to do this one or that one to protect each other from any mishap. You never know if this trail could break or make their relationship stronger. LOL. They still persevered though. Lovers on the mountain.
RJ had improved, he got stronger and faster compared to our first hike in Mt. Balagbag. But he still uttered lots of complaints. Haha. Anyways, he told us that he had been running to increase his physical endurance. He even had the courage to bring a heavy bag full of groceries because he already knew that he can ask the tour guide to carry it for him. Hazel’s been teasing him though — calling his name and shouting “ano bukas na lang?”. Magic beans and its wonders.
We just stop every once in a while to recuperate our strength. Big boulders along the way. Some were even sharp. Good thing our gloves were strong enough to protect our hands.
Mark was teased because he looks like a field reporter because of his outfit. Atom Aurallo as they say. He ever wore shades which resembled him to Neo of The Matrix. Though because of these, when we were on our way, some girls were giggling and then asked his name. He then shyly smiled and said “Mark”. Atom and his electromagnetic field.
Jayson likes to keep his thoughts to himself. Whoever knows whats he’s thinking about. But then, he couldn’t contain his emotions whenever he sees someone he likes. There were lots of girls and he has been silently checking them out. Hokage mode activated.
Sleep deprived Ram was on his usual joker persona. Even though he was sleep deprived because he played dota all night, he still had the strength to throw punch lines whenever he had a chance. Mr. Bean on the loose.
Gerald seemed to enjoy every step of the way. He has already been hiking before and had already climbed several mountains. I guess every fiber of his body really missed this kind of activity. He even positioned himself as a sweeper at one point. Dragon awakened.
Jayven carried on even though he gasped from time to time. He also experienced knee locking. We just advised him to stop for a while, stretch it and just continue whenever he can. His burning desire to trek this mountain was still visible though. We’re happy he came with us on this trip. Better late than never.
We haven’t even reached the pinnacle when my newly bought jogging pants got ripped apart. It was embarrassing. I will just buy a durable trekking pants next time to prevent it from happening again.
We reached the top after a while. The view was worth it. It was really magnificent. We could see Wawa River and several mountain ridge. It would have been better if there were less people. My friends and I have to patiently wait for other groups to finish their selfies. We’re alert when they are about to go so we could easily takeover their place.
Buwis buhay selfies here and there. On the big boulders, on the cliff. One by one we took our best shots and best angles. I even took videos for compilation. We decided to go back down when we were satisfied. It took us about two hours to ascend and two hours to descend.
Honestly I was a bit unsatisfied on this trek. First, there were lots of people and I hate the crowd. Noise pollution was high and the unnecessary traffic on the trail was disappointing. We couldn’t even stay for long on the peak because the time to stay there was limited. Other groups would also like to relax and snap pictures so we have to give way. Second, I think this was an easy trail. Moreover, this was really unlike the first two trails I had in Mt. Balagbag and Mt. Makiling where I could take my time to walk peacefully and talk in depth with the people I was with. So next time, as much as possible, I’ll choose more challenging and less popular hiking destination.
It is an advantage for the tourist guides to have their team climb multiple mountains in a day as it will make their earnings bigger. Imagine Php 500 per mountain. But that’s not our case. The second mountain where we should go, Mt. Pamitinan, has been experiencing unwantes foot traffic as told by the locals. So we didn’t proceed. Despite this, there was already an alternative activity which was to visit Wawa Dam.
Binacayan cave is inaccessible. I was told that somebody built attractions near it without government permit. So it was already shut down on the very first day of its opening. It has been like that for a year.
On the dam, there were floating cottages made with bamboos. We rented one for P500. The soaked flooring made our shoes wet. Our bags ended up on the table where foods should have been. They should have stack up more bamboos for the flooring until it is high enough not to be reached by the water.
The water was cold and green. And you are cold and blue. The water was deep. Just like how deep I was thinking about you and me. The water was calm. Just like how you make me calm whenever you’re beside me. But when it flows on the edge, on the falls, it was raging. Just like my raging heart when I fell for you. Why do I have to think about you, about us, even though I was in a better place far away from you? #hugot #huU?
One stared blankly into space. Some relaxed. Some napped. Others swam. Others ate. Others danced. Everyone was happy. Everyone felt tired. Everyone got satisfied. Everyone did whatever they want.