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The Sagada Connection

2012-01-22T02:19:00.002+08:00

THE SAGADA CONNECTION
Date: August 27-30, 2010
Buddies: Reno Tolentino, Rick Baculi, Mark Ballesteros, Chummy Chua, Roshel Esteron, Carisa Jose, Rochelle Fuertes, Richard Galido, Charity Galido

Day 0, August 27 (Friday)

My siblings Richard and Charity were all getting ready for our first outdoor trip together. We left the house early for the 10PM trip to Baguio. We arrived roughly 30 minutes before the trip and found Roshel and Carissa already on the station. Reno’s group was also in the station and we all are waiting for Chummy and then we’re all set on boarding. Chummy arrived just in time and we all boarded the bus, getting ready for a 5-6 hour trip.

Day 1, August 28 (Saturday)

We arrived early in Baguio at past 5am. We saw a jeepney and told the driver to drop us off in the bus station to Sagada. We don’t know how he got the message but he took us to the wrong bus station – we learned later it was going to Banaue. There was several drivers who offered us to take to Sagada by van but we felt it was way too expensive. We realized we haven’t told the driver earlier the name of the bus station itself. Lesson learned. We decided to walk towards central Baguio where the Sagada bus was. After around half an hour we finally reached Lizardo Bus station. We’re just on time as the bus was about to leave. Leaving around 7AM, we passed by the long and winding Halsema Highway. We had one short stop before finally getting off the bus. We thought we’re already in Sagada. We we’re told were just halfway the trip. Due to a landslide, no vehicle can pass through the remaining part of the road going to Sagada. We we’re told to go down and pass by the rice fields and walk towards the bridge leading towards the “other half”. So down we go towards the rice fields. Exciting. Classic rural connection. Then on we go boarding the second bus. We reached Sagada before lunchtime. Looking around, there seems to be a mystical spark that surrounds the small town. The atmosphere was quiet, the kind of place you would want to unwind. Rustic and mystical Sagada!!! We spent our lunch at a nearby restaurant named Salt & Pepper (quite modern) and went to the tourist guide center to secure the guide services for the rest of our trip. The rest of the guide suggested we take the caving that afternoon and take the rest of the trip tomorrow. We thought it was not such a good idea since we kind of still feel the travel fatigue and have no energy for such a strenuous activity. So we took on the hanging coffins tour instead. Just a pinch of advice to fellow travelers – you need to weigh your options before agreeing to the suggestions of the guide, otherwise, just stick on to your original plans. After much discussion, we then proceeded to the “town” tour. Our guide, Kirky led us to the Episcopal church, the town’s cemetery, the Echo Valley where you can see the vastness of the forest and get a bird’s eye view of the coffins sprawling across rock walls and the famous Hanging coffins. It was a surreal experience seeing coffins literally hanging on to the rocks. For the local folk though it was more than just a tradition, it was more part of their being. We went on to the Underground river, not so fabulous though compared to that of Palawan’s. We crossed past the river and went up towards the main street. We spent roughly half an hour passing along fenced walk path and narrow trails towards Bokong falls (a.k.a. “Small falls”) and spent time taking pictures instead as we were running out of time. We hurriedly went back as some of us (especially the girls) felt something “eerie” and scary on our way towards the falls. I would rather consider it as “adventure” instead of actually making a big deal with it. But of course we cannot ignore the fact that there was something unusual with the place and the trail we took. We even discussed it on our way back to the inn. It was just something you cannot simply ignore but what the heck, it was still a good awakening…. Ehhhhh… me scared… After cleaning up, we ended up the day with a hearty dinner at Salt & Pepper with some local delicacy (though I did not eat).

Day 2, August 29 (Sunday)

We set off early and had our breakfast on the inn that we’re staying. Roughly past 9AM, we took off to our Lumiang-Sumaguing Cave Connection tour. We specifically chose the Cave connection instead of just the Sumaguing cave because we thought that is where the adventure is. And true enough it was one hella of an adventure. We started off at Lumiang where we saw some coffins sprawling across the entrance of the cave. Our guide first oriented us on the do’s and don’ts inside the cave. After the meeting, they arranged the lamps and we then headed downhill towards a small opening. It was traffic. It was a small hole and only one person would fit in. I kind of like this adventure. We continued to descend around small rock openings until we reach one area where we need to hold on to the makeshift rope and slide down to reach a flat ground. We continued the exciting trail, a combination of somewhat a huge dance hall, a sudden drop, water source akin to that of the river, mini pool of water, downhill trek and small openings wherein you have to crawl and maneuver your way out. It was scary but exciting. Adventure rush again! We never failed to miss opportunities of taking great shots of the view inside. I was getting more excited and at the same time a bit concerned with my 2 siblings who were with me. My brother who can be more daring than me would sometimes do his own way than what was planned or said. He can be so hard-headed sometimes. I both gave my brother and sister trail foods and lamps to use whenever they need it and oriented them of being prepared all the time. My sister who is more obedient might be a little scared of the adventure as she is not the outdoor type. But she managed to conquer her fears along the way. I was so proud of both of them. Though I was a little uneasy on having them on this trip, I really wanted them to experience the thrill of adventure and having to commune with nature. After more than an hour of traversing the cave, we reached the detour part of the tour. It was the end of Lumiang cave. The group can either decide to exit the cave or continue with the cave connection via Sumaguing or Crystal Cave. Chummy and I decided we’d push through with the cave connection. We told them we can split the group into two. Chummy, Rick, my brother Richard and I decided we’d push through with the connection. I was a bit worried for my sister but Reno and the rest are with her so I just trusted my instincts. We’re already there and we can’t ignore the temptation of adventure and exploration. After the split-up we then carefully walked through the tricky descent trail of Sumaguing. It was dark and narrow afterwards. Lots of tricky path where you have to walk barefoot and be submerged in waist-deep super cold cave water, like it was just taken from the freezer. Next stop was a small pool where our guide maneuvered & led us one by one. It was not easy. We have to hold on to the rope and make our way to a safe and flat surface. Then a thought suddenly popped out of my mind. What if, for some reason, there was a raging water from the inside and runs towards us. We will surely be swept away. A sudden terror swept over my body. O God let us all be safe. The small opening, narrow path, total darkness, icy cold water, meters below the ground --- it was all such an uncomforting combination. But having travelled to places and climbed mountains made me immune to dangers and terrors. That is because I knew behind those terrors and struggles, there is “a pot of gold” as the old adage would always say. I knew that when we reached the so-called Cathedral, it will be worth the struggles. And so after nearly an hour of the same icy cold-darkness-narrow path ordeal, we finally has an oh-my-goodness sigh! It was indescribably amazing!!!! The Cathedral was like a big curtain towering before us. How could this sight be not worth the struggle???? For like half-a-minute, we stood there, just staring at how awesome the cave was. Mini rice terraces. Huge curtains of stalagmites. Big wow! Chummy, Rick, my brother Richard and I were equally stricken by how beautiful the sight was. Our guide advised us to remove the slippers which was way better to feel the total cave experience. He was right. Barefoot and charged up, we moved to bigger and taller stalagmites, this time we either climb or crawl… Now, it was getting more exciting. Moving from the lower deck of the cave to the upper part have two options --- climbing through the cathedral around 5-7 meters high by vertically walking on it (just like the action movies where the protagonist would walk on the building as if walking on walk path) OR take the longer route which was way safer. But of course, we would choose the more challenging one – walking on the cathedral. It was superrrrr fun!!!!! Yeah this is what you call adventure!!!! We spent another half an hour reaching the detour where we need to put back our slippers and walk a little bit more to reach the mouth of the cave. Just before we had our final stretch, our guide asked us if we wanted to take the Crystal Cave which he said was also visually appealing but much more difficult than what we had earlier. We decided we had enough fun and can always come back for it. And so off we go for the last stretch of this wonderful cave connection adventure. We’re just so happy we finally reached the mouth of the cave and glad we all came out safe and sound. After that, we then had our late lunch near the place we we’re staying in. After resting, together with the rest of the group we headed towards the “Big Falls” which they call Bomod-ok falls. Before getting there, we are greeted with the rustic view of small rice terraces and vast rice field. It was a welcome treat for us! I personally felt nostalgic in places like these because it would always remind you of the simple life, the fresh air and the laidback living. After passing through rice fields, we then reach the Big Falls. Oh yes, it was literally big and scary too!!!! Its force and power overwhelmed me. For one, you cannot come close to it because you’ll be carried away by its force. We decided to just swim around the sides to avoid any untoward incident. We never stayed long as the sun started to set. We arrived at the hotel just in time for the dinner. This time, we went to another restaurant along the major road, just a walking distance from our hotel. Dinner was all about how we enjoyed the cave, falls and the whole of Sagada. It’s rustic experience is something that would make you forget all the worries in the city. We then decided to continue the “celebration” on our hotel where 3 Koreans started joining us. (We think they kind of bored that night). We started playing some games and things began to be so noisy that the owner has to go down (we were in the basement room) and warned us of other visitors. What a night!!!!

Day 3, August 30 (Monday)

We got up early for the special breakfast we requested and to negotiate for our transportation back to Banaue. So roughly past 9am, we left Sagada. We stopped by one of the view decks to see the famed Rice Terraces. Though it was beautiful, we kind of felt sad that there are houses around the area and it becomes some kind of an eye-sore to the once-beautiful Banaue Rice Terraces. I think we all ( not just the government) should preserve and maintain what was once included in the 7 Wonders of the World. Though a bit disappointed, I’m still kind of amazed by how the farmers are able to form such wonder. Amazing human creation!!!! After spending sometime on the view deck, we then go to bus stations to secure tickets. It wasn’t easy at first. There were few tickets left so we had to jump from one station to another. We thought of actually getting our tickets when we were still in Sagada but we’re not yet sure what time we’d arrived in Banaue. After a few more tries, we’re glad we got reserved tickets back to Manila. While waiting for our trip which is hours away, we took some stroll along Banaue and got ourselves ready for another long trip by a well-deserved lunch. Around past 6pm, we left Banaue and arrived in Manila roughly around 6am (was a really long trip). Overall it was a fun trip, no, much more fun. Sagada to me is a hidden paradise, one place you would want to come back over and over again.

My First encounter with the Heights

2011-07-07T04:36:00.008+08:00

Date of travel: Sep 12, 2005
Buddies: Jeff, Meong, Mike Angeles and Cris Sison

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http://www.geocities.com/akamug/ -- by Mike Angeles

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I have always been a nature lover. The thought of beaches, mountains, caves, and all of nature’s bounties always gives me a feeling of enchantment and a deep sense of peace. Though I loved mountains and I’ve always wanted to conquer it, I never had the willpower to pursue it. I remember my first "trek" was when I am with my high school buddies. That was one of the most tiring activity I had in my life. Not reaching the top, I deemed it "unsuccessful". From then on, I always wanted to do the "real" stuff --- getting at the top and having a feel of the clouds.

It was when I was working for four years that I happened to know a colleague who was a mountain climber. Cris invited me to join them but more often than not, I am unavailable. Then finally on the 12th of June 2004, I said yes. I excitedly searched for things to prepare, what to bring, what to wear, what to buy. I have so far prepared everything that a newcomer would do – except for one thing. I forgot to prepare myself for the physical demands that mountain climbing would require.

Come June 12 and no wonder I was the first to arrive. I have always been a latecomer during meetings, classes, gatherings and all sorts of group assembly. But on things that interest me a lot, I have this early blood in me. Within a group of 5, I was the only female climber. Two were experienced climber and the other two are semi-neophytes like me. Being the only female in the group and the first time climber, I felt a little bit of an underdog. Not that I see it as a competition but I just felt a little pressure from the way things are presented. I just don’t want them to see me as someone that they would look after simply because I’m a woman and I am a neophyte. I want them to see me as another mountain enthusiast like themselves who only want to experience the feeling of being on the peak and feel the beauty of God’s creation.

I’m just too lucky that these bunch of guys are really cool and are really good companies. After signing in the DENR logbook and having lunch, we started the trek at around 12 pm. The first 2 kilometers was already difficult for me as I struggle for the ascent. I can hardly breathe. I was way behind them and even though they stopped once in a while, I still had difficulty catching with them. Our first stop was like a food given to a person who has never eaten for 2 days. From that time, I was fighting for any negative feeling I have during the climb. For 2 grueling hours, we walked under the extreme heat of the sun. The trek was not yet uphill; it was still a bit refreshing because it is an open field where you can see other mountains, lakes and other awesome views. We met a lot of other climbers along the way, though I cannot remember which group they were associated with. When we reached the first water source, the group had to rest for a while and munch for some trail foods. Jeff was always checking on “limatiks”, and has to request me to see if there are any parasites on his clothes. Despite the constant checking of the group, the “limatiks” were still yearning for our precious bloods. Mike’s back was bleeding and some of our group mates have one or two bites from the slimy creature. Even I was not spared of the bite. I have to prepare alcohol for the easy removal of the creature. We are only halfway the trail and it is already getting dark. Jeff and Cris went way too ahead of the group and we were never able to catch them up. We headed on the path we thought was the right one, unaware that it would be the start of our breathtaking predicament. We were halfway through the trail when it rained hard. The path was getting steeper as we face large rocks. It became difficult for us because it got darker already and the rain kept on pouring in. Mike was shouting to both Jeff and Cris for help, and was actually feeling frustrated for not telling us that their trail was the right one. We thought of going back and following their trail but it was so dangerous and more difficult. Meong came in first and was also complaining about the difficulty of the situation. I became so nervous and thoughts of whether it was the right decision to pursue this adventure flashed into my mind. I slipped as I reached for another big rock above me. Good thing that I got hold of another rock just beneath my chin. As I looked back, I can only see total darkness. My flashlight fell off from my hand as I was clinging on to those big rocks ahead of me. Cris tried to go down and help us out but he got cramps and was yelling from above that it was difficult because it was very slippery. As Meong get on to a secure place, we tried on a new strategy – move up our bags, then ourselves. It took us more time doing that but it was the safest way possible. At around 9:00 pm, we arrived on the campsite --- wet, tired and hungry. Mike and Cris set up the tents but as if one misfortune is not enough, one of the tents broke down. The guys have to let themselves fit in the small tent. Since I am the only girl, I slept over to another tent where Ma’am Connie (I forgot what group she was from) was already sleeping. With much difficulty in changing my clothes, I hurriedly got into the tent as I was already shivering from the extreme cold. Ma’am Connie was very kind and as we are conversing, another female climber got into the tent. Their group also had problems with their tent. Thanks to that another climber because I might have ended up shivering the whole night if not for her.

I woke up the next day with blood on my right arm. It was then that I discovered that the whole night, the dreaded “limatik” feasted on my blood. As I opened up the sleeves, there was her still clinging on my skin. It was also the time that I have discovered I have lots of “limatik” bites. When I went out of the tent (“Nagpasalamat naman ako kay Ma’am Connie”), the rest of the guys are already preparing for breakfast. After the casual photograph taking, our group headed first for the descent. It was doubly hard as I have to literally slide down using my butt since it was very slippery. Halfway through the first water source, Cris had to carry my bag as I was feeling extremely exhausted. When we arrived at the water source, we prepared for our lunch. Cris have to help me get rid of all the "limatiks" setting in my feet. While we were having our lunch, the other climbers started also to prepare for their lunch. There was some commotion between 2 groups of climbers but was then settled by some senior members of the group. Finishing up the other half of the descent, I had to endure having my feet and arm bleeding from the limatik bites. As we passed through the same path we took the day before, I find it hard to believe that I was able to hurdle the first test of one of my worst fear – the heights. It was so exhilarating to feel the cool breeze that dampened my spirit --- possibly whispering to me it was worth the pain, that it was just the beginning of another adventure that life has to offer. I was just so lucky to have a group of reliable mountaineers to go with… My first encounter with heights will not be that memorable and exciting if not for Jeff, Meong, Mike and Cris. Thanks guys and see you on the next climb.... This is a climb I will never forget....

The Filipino mountaineer

2011-07-07T04:30:00.000+08:00

The Filipino mountaineer

Oct 10, 2006

Recently, just read some interesting blog entries from mountaineers and aspiring ones. And suddenly I thought of coming up with an interesting piece based on my observations.

And so here it comes:

A typical Filipino mountaineer:

(1) Have been bitten by the dreaded "limatik" in one of the climbs.
(2) Is respectful (Aba tawagin ba ang lahat ng Sir at Mam...)
(3) Is a nature lover ( I think this is what binds us all..)
(4) Have eaten unique foods (e.g. adobong isaw na may ulan at dahon ng puno na nalaglag habang nagluluto -- di napansin)
(5) Have sweared not to go on mountain climbing after 30 minutes of continuous steep ascent, but still continues to climb... (naaddict na)
(6) Have slipped, fell, been injured, suffered cuts, bruises and broken bones all for the love of mountaineering
(7) Have been warned by their parents about not going on another trek after hearing the news of a mountaineer who died during the climb
(8) Have smelled and hugged the clouds.
(9) Have planted "something" on the ground. (Sana nagbubungkal ang iba no.... Be a responsible one!)
(10) Have been wasted. (No water, no trail food, have not even reached half of the trek going to the campsite, etc..)
(11) Have literally used his/her butt on a descent. (Whew!... sakit!!)
(12) Have eaten on a plastic, cookset cover, or any available "food holder" using bare hands. (Minsan sa sobrang gutom kahit hindi pa nahuhugasan.. hehe)
(13) Does not care how a food tastes as long as its a FOOD...
(14) Have been stunned, mezmerized and awestruck after reaching the summit.
(15) Have been lost (even after the nth climb on that mountain)
(16) Have been drunk.
(17) Have fallen in love with a fellow mountaineer (kagrupo o hindi)
(18) Have drowned at least 1 buko after the trek( or can be during or before)
(19) Have bathed in alcohol or cologne (wala ng tubig, haba ng pila sa paliguan, tinatamad n maligo, wlang damit na pampalit, etc.)
(20) Have tried drinking water from the falls or any water source.

...And there are so many things I can add up to this list... But for now, that's all I can think of..

A Visit to Paradise - The El Nido Adventure

2011-03-14T01:01:00.004+08:00

Date: March 30-April 3, 2010

Buddies: Mariecel, An, Bagsy and Carmela

Day 1 - March 30 (Tue)
My friend An and I walk up early for the 9:30 AM Manila-Puerto Princesa flight. To avoid the rush hour, we thought of going there early. We ended up getting a cab around EDSA crossing. Carmela, who was coming from Laguna, was first to arrive in Terminal 3. Bagsy and Mariecel already had the earliest flight from Cebu to Manila and booked the same flight with us from Manila to Palawan. After checking in, Carms, Ann & I went to the boarding area wherein we created a rowdy scene when we saw Bagsy and Mariecel. Meeting long-time friends have this effect in us. Getting on the plane, I sent my last text to our guide, Kuya Marlon. After less than an hour, we arrived at Puerto Princesa airport. Kuya Marlon was already there waiting for us and as soon as we get in the van, excitement was all over us. We then proceeded for a buffet lunch at Leslie’s restaurant which was around 30 minutes from the airport. Having been to Puerto Princesa myself three times, it was refreshing to know restaurants so refreshing that it offered not just great food but such good ambiance. After the refreshing lunch, we headed for a 2-3 hour long drive to Sabang. At past 4pm, we arrived at Sabang bay, headed to Taraw Lodge and took advantage of the beautiful sun and beach. It was a good thing that Kuya Marlon was a good photographer. He got us beautiful shots with unique views and positions. We continued frolicking on the beach until the sunset. Such beautiful view! Around 7pm, we had our first dinner at Palawan with of course the all-time favorite --- seafoods. Come 9pm and it was bonding time. It was Bagsy's turn. Being on the hotseat, it was never easy but he handled it well!!! Kudos Bagsy for putting up a brave front...... It was one hell of an evening!!! Bonding time ended around midnight as we had to wake up early for yet another long drive.

Day 2 - March 31 (Wed)
Kuya Marlon woke us up for an early drive to El Nido. He already told us that it will really be a long drive, longer than what we had from Puerto Princesa to Sabang. We left Sabang at around 5AM. Half of the way towards El Nido was paved and the rest was well --- an exciting ride!!! I think I now know why El Nido was really expensive because a lot of people prefer to take a chartered plane from PP to El Nido or Manila to El Nido. The drive was really long!!!! We had to stop for a couple of times for some peepee and stretching. After a seemingly rough but exciting ride, we arrived at El Nido at around 8AM. Having to see docked boats, we felt excited on the thought of us already on El Nido, a place we only dreamt of going. After a simple breakfast, we then headed to our beautiful rooms to prepare for our first island hopping adventure in El Nido. And yes, we loved our room at El Nido Beach Hotel, the best so far along the shores of El Nido albeit more expensive than its neighboring accommodation. It was simple yet clean and cozy. At around 9AM, we took a small walk towards the center of the shore and boarded the boat. With us onboard were tourists from Czech Republic and Sweden. We instantly bonded with one of the girls – My(that’s her real name) who was with her boyfriend and were all the way from Sweden. We took Tour B on our first day which scoured around the southern part of Bacuit Bay, a combination of white sand beaches and lagoons. We first went to a white sand beach which some called Pangalusian and enjoyed the crystal clear waters. Refreshing feeling and a good start for a tour! We then headed to Snake Island which at first glance was just a long strip of white sand connecting a mangrove and another island. When we got off the boat, we headed for some trees serving as shade from a scorching sun that greeted us. We decided to explore the “snaky” island towards the mangroves. When we reached the middle, and looking back where we docked, the sand was blindingly white and oh-so-amazing! Even when we reached the farthest area towards the mangrove, one can tell the place are well-protected by the locales. And you can’t just stop being amazed. El Nido is so captivating you can’t close your mouth in great awe. And in retrospect, we’re proud that we have these beaches in our country where we can be proud of. After more than an hour of exploring, we headed towards the shore for a hearty lunch of seafood, veggies and fruits. After a little rest, we then headed to the caves. First stop was Cathedral Cave where a small cave opening greeted us. One has to get past a big rock and crawl towards the opening to enter the cave. Inside was why it was coined the Cathedral Cave – its magnificence a striking resemblance to the church. After a couple of minutes of touring around, we then headed to another cave – Cudugnun Cave. After entering the cave, we got a sudden rush of adventure and the reason was obvious. Sitting on the middle of the cave is a tall structure with a flat surface on top – a good place to take pictures with. We climbed through the rocks to reach the middle and voila, a fantastic view! It was worth the pain of climbing it! After taking numerous shots from above and below, we then headed back to town arriving at El Nido bay before sunset, enough for us to take a well-deserved bath. The first night at El Nido was enchanting, not that we felt that kind of magical feeling but because strolling the beach shore with less people was for me enchanting enough. We had our first hearty dinner beside the beach on a serene environment, a far cry from the famed Boracay where the noise will kill the night’s serene atmosphere. We ended the night with light stroll before heading back to the hotel.

Day 3 - April 1 (Thu)
We woke up early for a well-deserved breakfast. It was a quiet and lazy morning but the sun beamed brightly you can’t resist its temptation for adventure. After the prep for the tour, we headed to the shore and boarded the banca along with some foreign tourists and a couple of local ones. We took Tour A which spans Miniloc Island, among its most popular resort being Lagen Island, venue for Amazing Race. The tour of course does not cover landing on the Lagen Island and Miniloc Resort because non-guests are not allowed to tour around it. We passed through the hotel and it was just enticing – really something to look forward to in a special vacation. We started off with Simizu Island, one of the white sand beaches along the Miniloc area. We then headed towards the 3 lagoons – the Small, Big and Secret Lagoon. First off was a small lagoon, which is not accessible by the boat. The only way to enter is through kayak or swimming through the small entrance. In high tides, you have to dive in to enter inside as the entrance would have been blocked by the water, We decided to swim towards the entrance and again, another wow experience! It’s actually akin to the Twin Lagoon in Coron Island which I loved so dearly. We swam towards the center and an inviting secret place drew us nearer. Our guide told us there’s a hidden place only seen when you crawl towards the small hole where you see a mini cave enough to fit in 10 people. Secret indeed! After spending roughly an hour in the Small Lagoon, we past through what they call the Big Lagoon where its so open you can just jump in and swim your hearts out. We decided to just enjoy the view, be amazed on the corals and wonders of the water and took numerous pics as we crossed past the Big Lagoon. After lavishing through the crystal clear waters in the Big Lagoon, we headed to the “real” Secret Lagoon. Greeted by a white sand beach, you can never tell what lies behind the limestone rock formations. We were told there’s a secret small lagoon once you unlock the secret entrance. It was indeed a view to behold, much like the movie “The Beach” where you never know there’s still some hidden beauty behind rocks and enchanting islands. After beholding the beauty, we’re now off to a small island where we spent our lunch. The island has no entrance fee and the beauty is comparable to the other white sand beaches that require some fee. We snorkeled our way towards the small rock around 5 meters from the shore while waiting for our foods. I think that’s the comfort of being on the tour. Instead of spending time cooking and preparing, all we need is just enjoy the sun and the beach. And that’s exactly what we did!!!! Minutes later, we had our sumptous meal of veggies, seafoods and fresh fish with of course fresh fruits to complete the feast. After spending half an hour, we then headed to our last destination – 7 Commando beach. From afar, its looked like another white sand beach with other tourists frolicking on the sand. Setting it apart from the other beaches we’ve explored for two days was the fact that there’s a mini store that sells fresh buko --- which is heaven on a sun-drenched afternoon. We ordered buko and spent our afternoon lazily lying on hammocks hanging on trees – a welcome treat for a tired but enjoyable tour we had so far. While Che, Mike and Carms enjoy the hammock, Cel and I gun for another last ditch of snorkelling adventure. And again, this paradise we call Palawan never ceased to amaze us. Revelling to another set of aquatic meetups, I was astonished to find not only Nemo but a black version of his kind, quite unique as our guide said it only appears seldom on this beach. I must be too lucky Black Nemo let me show he too is beautiful. Just when we are about to return, we saw 2 sets of Nemo friends playing around their porose abode. Pahabol , ika nga. We spent almost the rest of the afternoon in the beach and it was time to go back to town. Before sundown, we reached the town and prepared ourselves for some shopping before heading to the restaurant where we’ll spend our last dinner in El Nido. Dinner was one of the best we had – crabs and shrimps are simply heaven! After dinner, we thought of visiting some of the bars sprawling around town and we ended up in one of those local bars where singers sang original songs (Balay Tubay) – the ones we never heard of in the city. It was so enticing you want to dance along with it. Some reggae songs are also played. And we are told the audience can sing along with them – not on the tables but ON STAGE. And what a way to celebrate a good experience in El Nido than to sing our hearts out! No question on who should represent the group -- Mike (Bagsy) being the singer of the group. He agreed only if he’s with some company and so Cel and Carms went along. Che and I shouted like crazy as we cheered with them, Bagsy singing the classic favorite “Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang”. It was one helluva of a night – one of the most memorable night we truly enjoyed, a good mark to leave for the night. After a few drinks, we decided it was time to go back to the hotel, time to pack and rest for an early trip the next morning.

Day 4 – April 2 (Friday)

It was around 4AM that Kuya Marlon knocked on our rooms. Its time to go. Carrying our backpacks, it was goodbye to a beautiful island that was worth the experience. Once we get in, we we’re shocked that the driver was on the passenger seat and Kuya Marlon on the driver side. My initial thought was that this might have been the plan, a switch so as not to stress the driver. But there is something wrong and we can feel it from there. Our instinct says this is not supposed to be the setup. Too tired and too sleepy, we just accepted what it is at that moment. We’re going the same way we treaded 2 days ago, the same unpaved road halfway. Full moon was up and the roads are visible from our seats. Half-awake, half-asleep. Rocky road down would temporarily wake me up. Then the struggle to go up on rocky & tricky terrain somehow created some stress on the van. I was awaken by a smell of burnt clutch. Cel and Bagsy were wide awake, Cel being scared that things aren’t going well. And she told us later when we were at Puerto that she deliberately did not sleep because she’s scared we might fall off on some ravine or some accident might happen. At that time, anything can happen. We can be stopped by a group of robbers or kidnappers, or be trapped in a rocky road or van died out. At that moment, fear enveloped me. All of us are silent. Mike volunteered to take a sub for Kuya but he said he can still drive. Silence again. God, please let us be safe. I knew at that moment all we could do was pray. Things are getting difficult as we continue to pass on difficult roadpaths, some with a small bridge, some requires expert maneuvering. After a couple of hours of difficult terrain, the sun started to shine brightly ready to shake our dampening spirit. We were still not comfortable until we get into the paved road. We heaved a long sigh after the early morning ordeal was seemingly over when we stopped on a gasoline station. There, the driver seemed to be past his “wastedness” and we knew he will receive some word from Kuya Marlon. After roughly 30 minutes, we arrived at Liberty Inn at past 9AM. After settling in, we then proceeded to the Honda Bay adventure which was originally a Dolphin Watching adventure (we we’re too late for the dolphin watch). We were already familiar with the tour as we had it the other year, except for Carmela who had this as his first time. Cruising past Luli island, we arrived first at Star Island and spent little time as there were a lot of tourists already on the island. We proceeded to Snake Island and planned to spend our lunch there but there were too many people also that nipa huts are running out. So we decided to stay and spend the rest of the day on Pandan Island, which was the best idea as the people are quite manageable, plus the island is bigger. It was seafood time again and it was worth the second trip for the group, a third for me. Bagsy, Carms and Che decided to try the massage while Cel and I were still reeling from the sunburn we decided to just enjoy the view and snorkel some more. At past 4pm, we left the island and headed to the port and off to the hotel. We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up and getting ready for the last night at Palawan. We had our sumptous dinner at Balinsasayaw restaurant where Kuya Marlon thanked us for the patience despite what happened earlier. The bond was instant as we consider Kuya Marlon as part of the group and not as our guide anymore. The food was a celebration for the trip that was all adventure and fun. We ended the night with a little chat in the hotel and prepared for tomorrow’s departure.

Day 5 – April 3 (Saturday)

We woke up with a hearty breakfast provided by the hotel and prepared for the trip to the market and stores to buy pasalubong before heading to the airport. It will certainly be not the last time I will set foot on the beautiful island of El Nido. Palawan is a paradise worth visiting! Thank you Palawan and see you again!!!!

Puerto Princesa, the Second Time around

2009-07-12T02:03:00.002+08:00

I had the taste of Puerto Princesa's awesome beauty 3 years ago. I then vowed to return.. It was all worth it.. Palawan is a paradise that coming back is not an option but a must... There were a lot of things that I did this time which I failed to do 3 years ago when I was with my cousin Ate Cathy and her friends. Just look at the list and I must say I really did miss a lot of things the first time around:

* Hold a small crocodile at Crocodile Farm after the wails and cries (I wouldn't dare touch a part of this reptile ever before but due to "peer pressure", I was left with no choice..) -- It was scary at first with me crying like a baby but when you get to hold it for half a minute, you would just be feeling the cold and rough surface of Little Croc.
* Eating the famed Tamilok (we planned to eat this on Kinabuchs but our amazing guide Kuya Marlo gave us this on our lunch prior to our Underground tour --- at least we did not spend a single dime)
* Do jump shots on almost all the beaches we've been ( Oh yeah I've been doing this to some of my trips but I never did this the first time around in PP)
* Dine to the famous restaurants and cafes like KaLui, Kinabuchs, and Itoy's Cafe
* Got a video of the whole Underground River experience
* Stroll along the boulevard and bike around (we never get to do this 3 years ago, I just can't remember why we didn't even if we're just a walk away.... )

With all the memories to remember, I can't help but sigh that Palawan is forever be a paradise to me...

Some photos and blogs can be viewed on my multiply site:
Puerto_Princesa_The_Second_Time_Around

The Coron Escapade

2009-05-31T21:16:00.019+08:00

Date: May 31, 2009
Information: Photos are also available on this site - http://tinagalido.multiply.com/photos/album/51/The_Coron_Adventure_

Day 1, Wednesday, April 8, 2009 (Coron Town)

Our CEBU Pacific flight was scheduled on a 10:50AM Manila-Busuanga, departing from NAIA Terminal 3. All three of us decided to meet at MRT Taft area to head on to Andrews Avenue. Taking the MRT going to Taft from Shaw, I coincidentally met Carissa and both of us headed to meet Rochelle who was confused initially because of the "confusing" diagram I provided her a week before. Around 8:30, we alighted one of the Nichols bound jeepney near MRT Taft area. After arriving at Terminal 3, we then have our baggage checked in and the body weigh-in thing which I learned only applies to 2-seater planes such as the one we will be boarding. Whew.... This was my first time on a 2-seater and first time to have the weigh-in thing. After some standard picture-taking and a little waiting, we then boarded Cebu Pac 2-seater plane bound for Busuanga. I was holding 1C so I was seated on the very first row facing all the other passengers... Another first time … There were a lot of foreigners on board but majority of the passengers are still Filipinos or Filipino-looking, that is. After an approximately 1 hour of travel, we then arrived at Francisco Reyes Airport at Busuanga, an hour away from Coron town proper. As we were waiting for our baggage, we spotted a familiar singer (Yeng Constantino) and Rochelle got too excited that she asked for a photo. Yeng, in fairness, was nice and friendly. After we took our baggage, we then saw my name on one of the cardboard being flashed by a local, which I assumed was Jay2 who was our contact for the van. Passing through ranches and hills, we arrived at Coron around 12:30PM. Ate Lani, who I was contacting for the past months greeted us and led us to our room which is just enough for 3 people. Coron Reef Pension House, which is a stone away from the Coron bay was a walking distance from the market, port and the main town area. After settling our baggage, we troop out and scouted for small restos to dine in. After lunch, we then walked around town and began looking into our itinerary which covered touring around Coron town. We asked the locals for the Everly Souvenir shop and after around a 15-minute walk, we then reached the shop. I figured it is the only souvenir shop that sells variety of goods from T-shirts, local handicrafts, key chains, and accessories to foods. Spending half an hour, we decided to hike Mt Tapyas on a later time as the scorching heat was way too hot to handle. We then took a tricycle to Coron Plaza and City Hall, took some photos and then headed to Lambingan Bridge which we thought at first was far we had to take another tricycle [It was just several meters away from the Plaza]. Erected atop Coron Bay, Lambingan Bridge seemed ordinary but if one walked through the end, a rewarding sea breeze, a great view of Mt. Tapyas and a serene feeling greets one who reaches the end. After talking to some local tourists who was on their way to Boracay after leaving town the next day, we then decided to go to Coron Harvest. The driver did not know the way so we decided to go horseback riding. He recommended Kokussnuss and Horse Valley which he also mentioned to be a little too far. We then went to Kokussnuss, another pension house and the girl told us the horses are already out. At this time, we don't know where to go next as it is still too early to trek Mt Tapyas. I suggested Mabentangin Watershed which we saw on our way to the pension house. The driver agreed and told us we can drop by Horse Valley as it can be on our way to Mabentangin Watershed. After passing tall and thin trees, the Horse Valley was indeed way far from the town proper. It was kind of secluded from the main town and transportation is scarce [It is recommended to have the driver wait and drive you to the city.]. Horse Valley was a small land with a few number of horses. For a reasonable price of P100 for a 15-minute horseback riding, Carissa and I decided to try it. It was my first time riding a horse in motion. It was a bit scary at first but once I settled in, I got Otto's [horse's name] “approval”. After circling for 2 rounds with the initial one a struggle for balance, I decided I had enough. So Carissa then settled in for her turn. After her ride, we then proceeded to Mabentangin Watershed, a quiet place and served as the source of water for the whole of Coron town. It was not really a popular attraction but there was a slide indicating one can take a bath on the shed. After spending sometime around the shed, we then headed to Mt Tapyas, which our driver told us to be a 726-step towards the big cross [By the way, the fare to & from Mabentangin was similar to Maquinit which is P300/whole ride]. The driver had us referred to another driver who will wait for us after our trek to Tapyas.
We sort of underestimated our time with the trek as we realized we're only halfway the climb when the sun had slowly settled down. We also met Rodel and his group who were our tour mates the next day for the Calauit-West Busuanga Bay tour. After a tiring trek towards Mt. Tapyas, we descended at around 7pm (Our driver was already waiting for us) and then headed to Maquinit Hot Spring, a 45-minute ride from Coron town [Entrance is P100/person]. After the travelling and walking and hiking all day, the soothing effect of the spring did some wonders to our tired bodies. After roughly more than an hour of dipping on hot waters, we then headed back to town to have our well-deserved rest. [Note: Transportation to Maquinit costs P300/ride back & forth]

Day 2, Thursday, April 9, 2009 (Calauit Tour)

On our Day 1, we already contacted our tour mates through Roel and agreed to meet at around 3:30AM for our long travel to Calauit. Prior to our Coron trip, the Calauit Tour one was one of my dilemma (I was tasked to make our 6D/5N Coron Trip Itinerary). A 4-hour boat travel (one way) means long travel and costly boat rental. Since it was only the 3 (Carissa, Rochelle and me) of us on this trip, we need other joiners (the term used for a group who joins another group for a certain tour or destination). I tried looking for other joiners online including DIYCoron, Pinoy eXchange and other travel reference sites but there was none -- only 2D/1N which costs more than 3k/person -- obviously not on our budget. Good thing Carissa happened to know Roel's trip to Coron (April 7-10) and learned that April 9 was open for any tour. Roel, who happened to be our officemate (Carissa, Rochelle and I are with the same company) have his group consulted for the tour. When they agreed to join us, I then changed our ITI and put Calauit on the agreed date (April 9). Then I made inquiries on the possible expenses and scouted for the possible islands to hop in after visiting Calauit Wildlife Sanctuary. There were 3 options for the group to choose from: Option 1 - Land travel through van and a half-hour boat ride which would only cost us around 1.2k each with no meal yet (Van - 8k; boat - 100/pax;entrance - 250/pax;truck - 1k); Option 2 - Boat Travel with island hopping which would cost us 1.5k each with no meal yet (Boat - 12k; entrance - 250/pax; truck - 1k; island fee - 100/pax); & Option 3 - DIYCoron Tour which would cost us 1.9k each including meal, entrance fees, truck and island fees. Majority chose Option 2 because of the Island hopping.

As agreed, around 3:30AM, Roel's group (8 pax) & ours met at the loading area and we then prepared to sail off. Leaving Coron town at around 4AM and passing through islands and rock cliffs, we reached Calauit at past 8AM. The Sanctuary seemed to be a hidden piece of land only you would know that there was something to see on it after the makeshift wooden path bridge and one or two anchored boats seen on the island. We walked for about 200 meters and reached the cottage which holds the visitors and guests. One may notice that there was no "receptionist" to welcome you or any information desk to inquire from regarding schedules. I was aware the week before that there was some change of management on the Safari so some inconveniences are expected, including waiting for more than an hour for the availability of the truck. Some of the staffs later revealed that they were not expecting the sudden influx of tourists so they are not quite ready for the big number of guests. We learned there were only 3 trucks available: the big one which can carry more than 20 people which at that time was used by character actress Cherrie Pie for their special tour; the jeepney-type which can cater to 10-12 people and the 4x4 type for small groups. We rented the jeepney-type and I decided to go top-load. It was scorching hot but whew, I did not mind. I was only thinking of one thing at that time ---- feeding the giraffe while on top of the truck. Indeed, the feeding time was an exciting activity for us. We were able to feed them on close contact. After some time feeding the giraffe, we then headed towards a small trail. On our way, we took some time to take photos of the Calamian deer which we saw along the path. Inside the small trail, there were cages that house squirrel, wild boar and some wild animals. After a quick view on these cages, we then headed to the crocodile cage. I did not go down to see this as I saw only a small wooden makeshift cage that probably houses one or two of these scary reptiles [I've been to Puerto Princesa who has a Crocodile Farm so I may not be that too impressed by these crocs in Calauit]. Wrapping up the "short" tour, we then headed towards group of zebras roaming around the trees and took some close photos. Roughly around 1230 PM, we left Calauit and made our way to the West Busuanga Islands. First on our list was Black Island. We were more than a hundred meters away from the island when the boatman suggested we abort the Black Island part and head to Dibutonay because of the waves. Melvin, who was one of the joiners, seconded the motion. I was willing to push through with the Black Island because for me, the waves are somewhat manageable [One of the boatmen seemed to be overacting]. But these people have spent all their lives on the sea so I figured out they knew better. Being a risk-taker, I knew when to go forward and when to back out. And that would mean backing out because there were other people involved in the trip. I would have pushed forward then if I was the only one involved.
Submitting to the decision of the majority, we then headed to Dibutonay Island, a half-kilometer stretch of semi-white sand beach. Due to its proximity from the main island, Dibutonay is somehow untouched by commercialism. When we got there, only a few docked boats anchored on the beach were seen. I guess this can be considered as one of the non-commercialized and untouched beaches in the Calamian group of Islands. After spending roughly half an hour of snorkeling and swimming, we then headed to the nearby North Cay Island fronting South Cay Island [Both North Cay and South Cay have entrance fee of 100/person/island]. We decided to stay in North Cay and excluded South Cay which was somehow the same as that of the former. We were advised by the boatmen to limit the stay as we still have a long travel to go. Leaving North Cay at past 2pm, we then headed to the main island. Passing islets, mangroves, rock cliffs, wreck sites, snorkeling and diving areas, we reached Coron Island at past 6pm. It was one of the most exhausting trip I ever had. Some of the boatman suggested having a 2D/1N package tour to enjoy Calauit with an overnight stay in one of the secluded island resorts around Calamian. When we reached the pension house, I hurriedly took a bath, forgot about dinner and retired on bed early.

Day 3, Friday, April 10, 2009 (Coron Island Tour)

After the exhausting Calauit Trip, we were now excited for the next trip which I considered to be the highlight of our Coron escapade --- the Coron Island Tour. This time we never took a package nor invite other joiners. We decided it would be just the three of us (with the boatmen, of course) so we can decide on where to go and not worry on how much time we spent on each destination. With only 1.5k boat rent (can accommodate 3-7 people), having the boat to ourselves wouldn’t hurt our pockets. After having our breakfast on a nearby carinderia & buying our packed lunch, we rented a single-seater kayak from the nearby resort (Seadive Resort rental costs P250 for single-seater & P450 for double-seater). At past 9am, we left town and head on to Coron Island. On top of our list is Siete Pecados (a.k.a. "Seven Rocks"), an aquatic & marine sanctuary. I enumerated the areas to go & the sequence of the trip to our boatman, excluding Twin Peaks which I assumed to be the same as Twin Lagoon, only to know the next day that they were different. Our boatmen suggested another way to navigate. So instead of Siete, we head on to Cayangan lake --- with a magnificient lagoon welcoming us as we docked on. The natives of the island, the Tagbanuas (they preferred not to be called as such but as "natives"), charged P200 entrance fee for every guest on the lake. We had to take several steps before reaching the "view deck", a stone away from the peak. From there, one can see an amazing view of the lagoon where we took off. The view was simply breathtaking! We then followed the path down towards a semi-hidden lake. After 5 minutes, we reached one of the cleanest lakes in the country -- Cayangan Lake. Walking past bamboo walk paths, this jaw-dropping sight made me proud being a Filipino. Foreign and local tourists alike were in awe of this lake. I was in a hurry to dive in and experience my first ever lake snorkeling. It was one amazing experience! The water, the sword fishes, the rocks, and the people --- it was all too much for a feast. I can live forever on this island!!!! We we're so much hooked on swimming and snorkeling that we forgot there are still more to visit. More than an hour have passed, we decided to proceed to the next destination. Wrapping up our trip to Cayangan, we took some pictures on the view deck and the cave where we can take a glimpse of the spectacular view of the lagoon. Leaving Cayangan at past 12 noon, we decided to take our lunch on the nearby Kalachuchi Beach (no entrance fee). After lunch, I decided to try on the kayak. There was a small islet in front of the beach so I decided to kayak around it and then back to the beach. Carissa and Rochelle also tried to kayak around the beach.
After enjoying the kayak, we then head on to Barracuda Lake (Entrance fee is P75 each). Only few boats were docked. Only then we knew why. The sharp-edged rocks on the way to Barracuda have somehow shied away some safety-conscious tourists especially those with children. After traversing some knife-edged rocks and stones, we passed a small pool below bamboo walk paths and big rocks that somehow prevented one of the full view of the lake. Donning on our snorkel, we then swam our way towards the lake. The water is crystal clear, akin to the waters of Cayangan. The rocks beneath are sharper and bigger. Compared to Cayangan, Barracuda is less crowded. There were only 2 groups of tourists when we arrived. Spending less than an hour, we then head on to Banul Beach, a small stretch of white sand beach with tranquil waters (Entrance fee is P100 each). I tried to kayak again and this time, put on the camera in the middle of my knees while snorkeling. I felt like I was on a travel show & I wanted to record my kayaking adventure on this side of the island. Carissa and Rochelle also took turns on kayaking their way on the beach. After spending half an hour, we head on to Twin Lagoon (No entrance fee). So off we go to what they call two-sided lagoon separated by a small rock opening. When we arrived, there were already more than 5 boats docked in. Children were feeding the small fishes around. And when the boatman finally pointed the small opening, I saw heads getting in and out. Wow, what an exciting way of traversing two lagoons!!! I can't wait to join these heads swimming in and out of the lagoon so I dove and swam my way towards the opening. I took a video while making my way towards the inner lagoon. It was an amazing experience! Carissa then followed swimming her way inside. Rochelle who was struggling with the size of the life vest, decided to kayak her way inside with one of our boatman guiding her (we called her Madame after that because she looked like a VIP with her bodyguard guiding her) , which is also one way of navigating the inner lake. After spending roughly an hour in Twin Lagoon we proceeded to one of the shallow ship wrecks in Coron Island -- Skeleton Ship Wreck (Entrance fee is P100). Fishes were abundant around the wreck. As soon as we dropped crumbs of bread, fishes soared from everywhere. I was ecstatic of this communion with the aquatic vertebrates. I remembered when I had the same feeling when I visited Puerto Princesa, an equally abundant marine sanctuary. That was one great experience! Although paling in comparison with the varieties of fishes at Puerto Princesa, I still enjoyed playing with the fishes at the Skeleton ShipWreck. At past 5pm, we left Skeleton Shipwreck and head on to our last destination --- Siete Pecados (Entrance Fee is P100). A marine sanctuary nested on the eastern side of Coron town, Siete Pecados is teeming with abundant marine life. Surrounding 7 rocks, I excitedly jumped in the waters and snorkeled my way in the middle. Different and unique aquatic display of corals, fishes, anemones and marine animals lay before me. While taking pictures and videos underwater, I was cautious of the pricking sea urchin lying around large corals. I swam my way outwards and can still see unique corals and marine creatures. Wha.... what a thrilling adventure!!!! I wanted to stay more but the clouds are getting dark so we head back to Coron town. We arrived past 6pm and had our hearty dinner on a nearby carinderia afterwards.

Day 4, Saturday, April 11, 2009 (Culion-Malcapuya Tour)

On our Day 4, we decided to be joiners in a DIY Coron Tour for our Culion trip. It was supposed to be Culion-Lusong tour but Jing (the initial team for the tour) changed it to Culion-Malcapuya Tour. Owen, who was the organizer of our tour, asked me if it was okay. I agreed and so together with Jing's group (12); all 15 of us were on a DIY Culion-Malcapuya Tour costing P1.2k per person including lunch, snacks, boat, & entrance fee. The tour included visiting Culion town (a famed leper colony in the early 80's) in the morning and Malcapuya Island in the afternoon. We were told that if we include Banana Island and Bulog Dos Island, we need to shoulder the entrance fee of P200 per person for both the islands. We decided to include both the islands for the tour (which makes our total expenses P1.4K). At 8am, our tour guide Jhoan texted me the meeting place. At roughly 8:30am, we headed to Culion town, an hour away from Coron town. Passing mangroves, turquoise waters and uninhabited islands, we saw the symbolic structure of Culion's famous priest and their ancient currency lying on top of the hill as we docked in. We then took a brief walk towards the church and museum. Culion is a sleepy small town. Besides the church is a college, a Loyola college, then the old hospital and museum, a high school and small businesses. One can probably tour around for less than a day. We entered the gates of the old hospital and found our way towards the museum. We were restricted to take photos and videos inside the museum except for an area outside the Audio Visual Room. As we entered the Museum, we were led to the AVR and attended a 20-minute video clip of the history of Culion. Soon after, we got glimpses of the photos of leper patients before and after they were treated, medicines, old hospital equipments & office machines, documents & letters, and all things related to the colorful & significant history of Culion town. We then proceeded to the church and the fort which stood tall atop the whole of Culion. While on top of the fort, one can really see how small and beautiful Culion is. From its struggling years to its autonomy as a town, Culion is magnificently peaceful & beautiful. As I stood there taking photos, I can't believe I was really in Culion. This is one of the stigma-laden places I wanted to visit here in the Philippines (others are Siquijor, Basilan, Tawi-tawi, Sulu, Capiz). I got a nostalgic and rustic feeling about this town. After taking last minute photos in the church and fort, we then headed to Malcapuya Island. Passing vast mangroves and tiny islands, we docked on at the back side of the island. We then took a little walk towards the main beachfront which was one big surprise. The beach was as bright as the beaming sun. The white sand was just an awesome view!

It was one of the best white sand beaches I have ever seen. The sand was powdery white and the water-beach-sky patterns were truly a visual feast. We spent taking pictures and took a short swim on the waters. At past 12noon, we took our buffet lunch, which was part of the package and took last minute photos on the beach front. Around 2 in the afternoon, we left Malcapuya and headed to the next destination. Though it was not part of the package, we can have the options to add other islands but we have to shoulder the entrance fees and additional fuel charge. We reached Banana Island and were amazed by the presence of a small bar and few local and foreign tourists snorkeling their way on the water and resting on makeshift wooden beach chairs. The island was a good place for relaxation, with the bar attending the guest’s needs. There are also some small cottages which can be rented overnight. I thought of coming back to this place because it was really serene. We paid 200 pesos for the entrance of both Banana Island and Bulog Dos, which was our next destination. We were told the owner of Banana Island were also the owners of Bulog Dos.
After a short swim and stroll along the beach, we then headed to Bulog Dos Island, a 15 minute island across Banana Island. As we were nearing the island, I was awe-stricken by the island. I was reminded of the Lahus Island in Caramoan. The island was really beautiful. The rocks, the sand, the serenity ---- it was unbelievably beautiful… We’ve only had a very short stay as we need to reach Coron town before the sun sets. We wanted to stay for long but we were told to hurry so we then took our last photo shots of the island. We reached Coron town before sunset. Our last night was a celebration as we enjoyed eating one of my favorites – crab.

Day 5 – Sunday, April 12, 2009 (Bye Coron)

On our last day, we managed to take last minute photos of the area, the bay and the town. I already texted Jay2 and agreed to meet at around 8AM for our 10AM flight. After breakfast, we hurriedly went back to the pension house where Jay2 was already making his way to our place. Ate Chinette, the warm and friendly owner of Coron Pension House, hugged me as we bade goodbye to her. As we left Coron, I promised to come back to this tiny but beautiful island. The whole experience on this island captivated me. It was, in fact one of the most enjoyable island adventures I had for years. Palawan is indeed one great paradise!!!!

Francis Magalona (A Tribute to a True Filipino)

2009-03-08T14:19:00.000+08:00

By: Cristina Galido; March 8, 2009

Francis Magalona (A tribute to a True Filipino)

When I went home Friday night and opened my TV, I was wondering why Pia Guanio was in tears. I thought maybe she broke up with Vic or maybe she found out something from him. Then I saw Vic teary-eyed. "Ano ba yan? Love talga cguro nila ang isa't isa.." Then the feisty and controversial Joey de leon cried like a baby. This must be something. I pushed on the "+" button on the volume side of the remote. Then the photo of Francis M being flashed on the screen. "Ha patay na si Francis M.?" I was shocked. I may not be a super mega fanatic of Francis M who followed all his gigs and concerts and collected all his songs and videos. On the contrary, I am but a simple fan. Yet there were a lot of things common to me and the Master Rapper. We have the same birthdate , October 4; the same blood type, blood Type O; and the all familiar "dugong makabayan" ideology. For me, Francis M was more than just an icon, a performer and a singer. He was a personification of a great Patriot and his embodiment of nationalism were all over his craft. Unlike other commercial musician and artists, he saw things beyond pure art and music. On a country dragged by colonial mentality, cynicism and indifference, his patriotism inspired lots of Filipinos, young and old alike. Through his songs particularly "Mga Kababayan Ko", he sent a very strong message of how we should feel as Filipinos - of how we should be proud of being one. I felt bad another TRUE Filipino left us. But I am happy because he gave us a legacy we cannot forget. I knew I am just one of the million Filipinos who wanted to do something for our country. And in my little way, I hope I was able to do something for our country as what FrancisM did. To Master Rapper Francis Magalona, a true Filipino artist -- may you rest in peace and we thank you for the legacy that you left.

The AXN Big Challenge selection

2009-02-05T23:50:00.011+08:00

Date: February 5, 2009
By: Cristina Galido

Two more days to go and it's the Big Day we have been waiting for --- the AXN Big Challenge. It all started when I learned that AXN was coming up with another race, sort of mall race that is. Never been dampened by two failed attempts to be included in the AXN Mall race, I began to think of joining the race again. This time the group is composed of 3 players, unlike that of the previous one which only have 2 players each team. So I forwarded the email subscription ad from AXN to my two fellow consultants at AIU -- Chummy and Adah. Having the same adventure spirit as mine, I knew they will be as excited as me. Then came the registration online. Adah took charge of the essay part and chose the recent picture we've had together. There must have been some magical elements on the picture. Taken from our Mt. Maculot dayhike last year, it exudes spontaneity and naivety only seen on candid shots. With the actual race (February 7) fast approaching, we began to be anxious on the results of the registration as there was no indication of how the selection would go about. And then last Sunday evening as I was about to go home from SM Fairview where I met my cousin and her children, I received a call (mobile number) from an unfamiliar voice with that slight American accent (he is a Filipino, by the way). After confirming my identity, he then asked me if I joined any AXN contest with my friends. Notwithstanding the noise at the mall and my hearing problem, the question was as loud as a resounding gong. As I moved to the "less-noise" area, it all became clear that we we're one of the 24 teams selected to race on the AXN Big Challenge. All I could mutter was "Okay", "Yes Sir" and "Thank you Sir". After the call, I could not believe what I just heard. It was the most thrilling news I had for years. Excitedly, I tried to call my teammates. Though I can't contact Adah at that time, I was able to talk to Chummy and gave her the good news. We we're both at a different level of excitement and joy. Then came Monday. I told the good news to Adah. We can't help but share it with our friends in the office and convinced them to cheer us up on the date of the race. We began discussing our strategies and plans for the race. Came Tuesday. After our work, we went to Mall of Asia to scout for the place and familiarize with the nooks and stalls around the place. Came Wednesday. As instructed, I called Mr. Kerry of AXN for the details of the orientation. Telling Adah and Chummy of the details, we resumed planning of additional activities that would be included in the race. Came Thursday (today). Two days before the actual race, we engaged in a wall climbing activity at Sandugo (Market Market) indoor climb facility. And now as I am writing this blog, I still can't believe that we really made it to the competition. Win or lose, I knew this would be one experience that would spell change and distinct fulfillment to three women who dared to be different. To Chummy and Adah, I hope that we can make it through the end of the race. Go go go girls!!!!

The Caramoan - CWC Adventure (June 6-9, 2008)

2008-06-29T19:41:00.002+08:00

Day 1, Friday (June 6, 2008)

When my officemate Carissa invited me for a possible wakeboarding her classmate mentioned to her, I was ecstatic and instantly said "Yes, go ako dyan!" The thought of wakeboarding triggered the adventurer in me. Expectedly, I did some research on where to go in CamSur (short for Camarines Sur). It was my first time in Bicol and I was really thrilled. A day before we planned to leave Manila, I made reservations on one of the bus lines at Araneta Center Bus Terminal. But since we were not able to pay at 12:00 noon (which was the deadline), I left the office early to buy our tickets. As soon as I reached Cubao, all of the bus lines I went on were fully booked. I was beginning to be pessimistic about the trip when I heard there was an extra trip coming. So I hurriedly bought 3 tickets at Gold Lines on a 9:30PM trip. Carissa and Rochelle arrived at around 9pm and were glad to hear about the "nearly cancelled" trip. On board Gold Lines, we left Cubao at around 10PM.

Day 2, Saturday (June 7, 2008)

After bracing heavy traffic and an exhausting 11.5-hour trip, we reached Naga at around 9:30AM. We met Carissa's classmate Dennis and 2 of his friends -- Melvin & Chris. We then headed to CSSAC which was where the MFPI Luzon Summit participants camped out after climbing Mt. Isarog. We met Mam Joyce & some MFPI senior officers who were camping out inside CSSAC campus. Initially, we we were supposed to join the "Falls Tour" (part of MFPI Luzon Summit Itinerary) which already started earlier that morning. Joining halfway on the tour was impractical so we decided to just take on the other option which was to do wakeboarding instead. After having reached a decision to just make our own ITI, we asked Mam Joyce and some MFPI members on where to go around CamSur (I also showed the printed copy of places to go in CamSur). After leaving CSSAC at around 10AM , we headed to CamSur Watersports Complex which was a 30-minute trip via Bus and tricycle plying inside the Provincial Capitol Complex. After the initial glimpse of the famed CamSur Watersports Complex, I was literally drawn to the majestic Mt. Isarog towering over the amazing location. It was picture perfect ---- the wakeboarding structure over the man-made lake, the spa houses & the towering Mt. Isarog ---- all made a perfect vista for photographers. After munching on their Bicol Espesyal Pizza (which tastes more like Laing), ginataang pusit and local cuisine Bicol express, we registered and got a 3:30PM schedule. Carissa, Dennis, Melvin and I plunged in first for the 3:30PM schedule. All of us except for Dennis (who had his initial wakeboarding experience earlier this year) were first given instruction & mini-training on the proper way of wakeboarding. As first timers, we need to do the knee-boarding before the actual wakeboarding where you have to stand on the board. As I was kneeling and strapping the belt over my thighs, I felt a bit nervous on my first attempt. Holding the rope handle & waiting for the green light, I muttered a carefree "Bahala na..." The first pull was sudden and fast. I almost lost hold of the grip. Then as instructed earlier in the training, I leaned forward to maintain balance and as I saw the 2 orange buoys (floating round markers), I made a quick lean on the right side. After passing on the buoys, I didn't expect the sudden pull that eventually had me lost control of the rope handle. The guy manning the area where I fell shouted at me, "Ma'am, tingin po sa likod." Then a wakeboarder was coming towards me so I burried my head on the water to avoid him. As soon as he passed over me, the guy swam towards me and helped me get off the water. I then learned I had my helmet incorrectly positioned. Afterwards, I jumped on the shuttle (this would drive back the wakeboarders back to the starting point) and headed towards the starting point. On the succeeding turn, I completed one round but as I attempted for the second round, the rope was so loose I fell off the board on my own. I attempted 3 more rounds but could only finish one round then fall off again. Only after we have finished have I learned the right strategy. After our turn, it was Chris and Rochelle's turn to have a shot at wakeboarding. After all of us have our share of wakeboarding, the boys availed of the free pool rent. Just before dawn, we left CWC at 6:00PM. Dennis suggested we go to his friend Sir Jojo who owned the outdoor shop in the city to ask for suggestions on where to go the next day. At that time, we have no real and concrete itinerary yet. It was a classic case of "we go where our feet lead us." We all agreed and headed to Kaddlagan Outdoor Shop. We came at the right time as Sir Jojo was closing his shop & was surprised to see Dennis. As Sir Jojo narrated his own island adventures in the Caramoan Peninsula and gave suggestions to Dennis, we managed to buy some native & unique pieces on his store. We then headed to look for our accomodation for the night which according to 2 mountaineers whom I met while we registered at CWC and Sir Jojo himself, we went on to find Sampaguita Inn. After leaving our stuffs, we left the inn to have our dinner. We then discussed & finalized our activities for the next day.

Day 3 - Sunday (June 8, 2008)

At around 5:00AM, we left the inn and headed for Terminal 1 where vans going to Sabang were stationed. Terminal 1 was less than a hundred meter away from Terminal 2 where all buses are found. I suddenly remembered to take on the dizzy tablets I bought earlier on the trip. Quite funny that despite having travelled to a lot of places, I still have these annoying motion and sea sickness. Roughly 30 minutes of waiting, the van left the terminal at around 5:30AM. Passing through rice paddies and the majestic Mt. Isarog, we reached Sabang port at exactly 7:00AM. We then hopped on to the next available boat going to Guijalo port. As the boats engine started to roar, the group settled for the best positions trying to get better views of the islands. Owing to good weather & calm seas, we reached Guijalo port at 9:30AM, a brisk 2-hour scenic tour of the surrounding islands. Mang Islaw, who Dennis contacted the day before, was already waiting for us. On board the tricycle, we then headed to the market for some stuffs only to realize later that we left some of the goods we bought for the island hopping on the boat we took from Sabang to Guijalo. I rode on the backride (as usual -- my favorite place) and later transferred on the rear side. The place was rustic and simple which I really loved. At around 11:30AM, we reached the house of Mang Islaw at Barangay Paniman. His neighbor's house was our humble abode for the rest of our stay at the place. We were happy to know that the house was also rented by some crews of French Survivor when they were shooting around Caramoan Peninsula. The newly finished kubo was there to welcome us and quite interesting to know we were the first visitors to use it.

After taking lunch, we left Paniman Bay at 1:00PM. Heading towards the Caramoan Peninsula, we first reached Tayak Island which at first glance reminded me of the beach front on the Underground River at Puerto Princesa. The island had a hidden lagoon which was quite unique and unusual. One of our boatmen mentioned about their plans of setting up a mini-boat around the lagoon for a future tour of the area. After a quick stay, we then went on to Lahus (or Bitchara) Island. It was such a magnificent sight to behold!!!! Imagine a two-sided island where you can literally walk within minutes from one end to another end ("tagusan kumbaga"). The sands were powdery white -- this one is a fave of mine. Though fishes were not as abundant as compared to Palawan beaches, we were delighted to see a couple of colourful fishes swimming around small reefs. Utilizing my Olympus waterproof camera, we all took individual shots under water. Though wanting to stick around longer, we cut short our stay and headed towards the next one. Our ITI included passing by Gota Beach (which was the location of French Survivor) but we were dismayed when we were unable to because the boat cannot pass by the narrow passageway ---- it was low tide. [It is recommended to tour around the island in the morning where tides are high]. Next stop was Manukad Island where the sand was even finer as any beach I have been to. Dennis, who have been in the island before, convinced us to have a look at a small lagoon seen on top of rock cliffs. [I then realized what he meant when I saw one of the pictures in the internet where you have to climb the cliffs and see the island itself on top --- it was breathtakingly beautiful!!!] Donning on swimwear, it was sort of risky to climb on to those sharp and vertical rock cliffs. We just decided to swim around and stay for roughly 30 minutes. Leaving Manukad Island, we then headed to Sabitang Laya (or Bitang Laya). While going to the island, one of our boatmen spotted dolphins swimming around. We were surprised to see them and we tried to take a video but they were too quick to disapper. Reaching the island and spanning across the long stretch of the beach, unique sand formations & some human-like rock formations were some interesting sights to behold. It was as remote as that of Anawangin (a year ago, that is). We also found a group of campers on the rear end of the island. Having only few more hours before dawn, we then decided to go back but our boatmen Randy and Manuel suggested we go to Omang Cave. At 5:30PM, we reached a semi-hidden mangrove towards the cave. Since it was low tide, we have to walk around 50 meters on muddy trails before reaching the foot of the cave. After reaching the base, it would be a 10-15 minute trek to reach the cave. It was unique on its own way. The sight was akin to some scenic locations on a teleserye --- quite a good location for action-fantasy movies and tv shows. As we were told, the cave was a symbolic proof of our rich ancestors --- with some expensive porcelain and kitchen wares found before on the location. There were 2 openings on the left and right end where the latter was an entry point to a community near Gota Beach. Leaving the cave before sundown, we reached Paniman Bay at roughly 6:00PM. After the dinner and a little conversation with our boatmen, we ended Day 3 with a well - deserved rest.

Day 4 - Monday (June 9, 2008)

At 9:30AM, after saying goodbye to the hospitable families who adopted us (Mang Islaw and his wife & 2 caretakers of the house we rented), we left Barangay Paniman with a happy heart and vowed to come back again. It was truly a nice experience having stayed there for a day. After an hour of semi-rough road, we reached Guijalo port and waited for the boat going to Sabang. At 11:00AM, we started boarding the fully-loaded ferry boat going to Sabang port. After sailing through a bright, sunny day on a calmy sea, the boat docked on a new port --- different from where we took off the day before. There were swarms of big-muscled port men shouting to the passengers. At first, I thought they were there to act as "kargador" to our baggages. I then noticed there was no makeshift stair usually laid out after the boat has docked on the port. I never believed my eyes when I realized we have to be literally carried by these kargador on their shoulders. I thought it was really funny --- especially after I saw Dennis being carried by one of them. It was a really funny experience!!!!!! Such an amusing scene only seen in the Philippines! When it was my turn to be carried, it was a mixture of excitement, fun & slight fear of falling that have me giggle and shout all at the same time. One heck of an experience! Truly amazing! Truly Filipino!

After the enjoyable docking experience, we boarded the van going to Naga at 1:15PM & reached the city at 2:15PM. When we reached the Bus Terminal, we then hurriedly bought our pasalubong and took the 3:00pm trip of Raymond Lines. After an enjoyable 3-day first time trip to Bicol, I had an amazing & truly enjoyable trip I never had for months. The Bicol Experience was indeed memorable despite the 9-hour trip back to Manila. Thanks to my new found friends Chris, Melvin and Dennis --- and of course to the equally & surprisingly adventurous officemates Carissa and Rochelle.

The Mt. Apo Expedition (Tamayong-Kidapawan trail) Part III

2008-05-11T16:59:00.007+08:00

Day 5 - Thursday (March 20, 2008) - Too Much Expectations

At around 7:30am, we started to summit Apo. Crossing past through the lake, we ascended through a wet & muddy path. The view on the way up were akin to typical views of mountains. As we were nearing the saddle, we met people coming from different peaks. There were around 4 peaks around the saddle. With little time, we asked the DENR person manning the area which one offered the good view of the crater lake. He recommended the one on the far right offering views of Kidapawan, Davao, the Kapatagan trail via Digos, the full view of the crater lake & the sea of clouds. Zigzaging through narrow paths, Ronnie, Nehl, Nera, Ricky and I reached the rocky part where the full view of the crater lake laid out on us. It was so cold & the breeze was so strong I had to literally crawl towards the peak. We thought Cecille & the other trail leads were there but we didn't found them there. We figured out they took the other peaks. We reached the peak and saw the "bouldery" Kapatagan trail. I suddenly remembered Mt. Guiting Guiting, another "chilly" trail. Standing on top of the country's highest peak were mixed emotions to me. Mt. Apo, being the highest, was worthy of adulation & reverence of any mountaineer. But there was something lacking in her --- she was short of that unique distinction , that spectacularity that would behold anyone of a mountain. Yes, she was beautiful. But I was not too pleased. The clouds were there --- naturally -- but it was nothing spectacular, unlike the sea of clouds of Mt. Pulag and Mt. Ugo.

The crater was big enough yet so simple. Not enough to even compare with the beauty & awe I got from the craters of Mt. Pinatubo & Mt. Kanlaon. I was on top of the country's peak, adored her beauty but quite disappointed of what she could just offer. Not enough to even compensate for the 4 day struggle just to get a glimpse of her. Though quite short of my expectation, she was still something to be revered. After spending some quiet moments, few pictures & videos, the cold breeze hampered our stay. It was time to go. When we reached the saddle on our descent, we caught up with the rest of the group then quickly borrowed the group's banner & managed to snap some photos with it. At around 11am, we started our descent from the saddle. Female soldiers and young porters were common sights on our way down. Such toughness often seen on the mountains. We reached the campsite at nearly 1pm and took our lunch. After taking final photos, the group was dreading to go down. We first logged on the DENR's logbook and weighed our garbages before heading towards the Kidapawan trail. Leaving the foggy camp at around 3:30pm, we expected an easier and faster trail down as we would have on other mountains.
I, for one, thought it would not be as difficult and dangerous as that of the Tamayong trail. I was wrong. The way down was steep, muddy (because it rained the day before) and narrow. There were continuous flow of trekkers going up & with the steep and narrow walkpaths, we had to give way, wait & precious time was wasted. From the initial assessment, the trail seemed manageable and less "punishing" than that of Day 1. Yet as we continued to descend, the trails were beginning to be a curse. With an estimated hundreds of mountaineers who have passed through the Kidapawan trail that day alone, the trail was obviously & badly destroyed. The once established walkpaths turned into deadly ravines. I thought we were done with those scary "nothing-to-hold-on-to" ordeal after that initial day we had on Sicao falls. But these were sort of mocking reminders that we're not done yet ----- that the "punishment" was not yet finished. "Good heaven, how long will this punishment last?" All I can do was close my eyes and mutter, "Ayoko nang umakyat." I was crying inside, no longer happy with the kind of adventure I took in. This was not the kind of adventure that spurs excitement & enthusiasm in me. This was the kind that breathes danger and great fear. Unforgiving & punishing the trail may have been, we were still occasionally "entertained" & slightly interrupted with unusual sights of young porters (average of 10-years old) carrying bags & loads heavier than themselves. As if it was not enough to caught our attention, the sight of a toddler carried by her father on his shoulder and less than a year old baby being carried by her mother on the way up to Lake Venado rendered us all dumbfounded and shocked. How could parents expose their children to such risk and danger. Whew!!!! Only in the Philippines... Rappeling via slippery roots and passing through a couple more "nothing-to-hold-on-to" ordeal, we kept on our descent with less or no rest at all (except on cases where we gave way to mountaineers going up). People we've asked on our way down would display some slight disbelief when we told them we'll proceed to Agco, where they thought we would camp out on one of the e-camps before the river. "Malayo pa ang Agco. Gagabihin kayo sa daan." One of the mothers going up told us. So there it was ---- we will surely have another Delta 5 ordeal..... Whewwww.... We passed through 2 camps where several campers were cooking and preparing for the rest of their trek up. With the muddy trail, I again have to literally use my butts on the trail. With the occasional root traps, slips and cuts, the trek went slower as some of us have dimmer headlamps which included me. (Damn, I should have bought a new one) It would have been a great help. Another lesson learned. As we heard the river flows, we sort of heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize we still did not see any flowing body of water an hour after we first heard that tricky sound of water. "Bwisit naman tong river na 'to, ang tagal magpakita." I was beginning to hate this river. At around 9pm, we saw some lights just meters away from us & first heard and felt the real rush of water. The trail leaders Ces, Gladys, Melai, Dan and Jomar (one of the porter) were there waiting for us. Wasted and tired, we took our first real break after leaving Lake Venado. Everyone thought we only have one assault and were out of the Apo's trail. When Ces announced that based on the guide & porter's assessment, we still have more than an hour of river trekking, I was literally crushed. "Oh my. Akala ko after ng river, isang ahon na lang", I quipped. "Sabi kase ng mga porter meron pang mahabang river trekking." After roughly 30 minutes of reconditioning ourselves, we headed for what we thought was a light river trekking. After initially passing through waterless rocks and boulders, we were then led to a series of mini-log crossing ordeal --- where you have to literally be walking across 2 or 3 miniature log bridges, trusting that these logs would hold on to our weight and dear life..... Some crossings were really terrifiying because the river current was strong and some logs were a bit slippery. One wrong move and we either break our heads or drown into the current. After the crossings, there were some gradual walks which seemed to be longer than what we thought of. I knew we were all wasted and hungry but all we could think of at that time were to finish this off early, and as soon as we could. Walking like zombies, we relieved one of the most exhausting treks we ever had ---- Mt. Pinatubo Delta 5 trail, where we trekked in the middle of the night under the bright moon passing along rivers and rocks. This was in fact Pinatubo Extreme. James, who was walking on barefoot now after his shoes and slippers were damaged, assured us it would just be less than 30 minutes before we reached the end of the river trekking (It was his second time on Apo; his first was via Kidapawan trail so he was familiar with the trail). It was not long until another technical trail challenged us all again. For the nth time, this ravine ordeal would still not leave us until the very end of this trail. Mang Jun made a small hole for us to step on as we make another terrifying and fear-stricken maneuver. I felt that even for the last remaining paths we've had, we still had to struggle --- a complete opposite of what others claimed of Kidapawan to be a "walk in the park" trail. Total and complete hearsay. Passing through the last stretch of the river trek, I was relieved the bridge logs were more stable, sturdy & safer than the ones we've had earlier. After the last crossing, we rested again and Kuya cooked some soups & hot beverages specifically for the guide and porters who were equally as exhausted as we were. Gaining some energy after that "dinner", we have one final assault before reaching Agco. After passing through sulfur vents, in an amazing 10 minutes, we reached Agco as quick as we never even realized. When we had the glimpse of the highway, it was one of the most satisfying & greatest relief I had ever felt in my whole 4 years of mountain climbing. From the initial trek starting at 7:30am to 1pm for the summit trek (5.5 hours) and resuming at 3:30pm until we reached Agco at exactly 12 midnight (8.5 hours), we ended Day 5 with a punishing and unforgiving 14 hours of trekking.

Personal Assessments

On board the rented jeepney, wasted and exhausted, we cannot hide the fulfillment and gratitude to the Almighty that despite the gruelling & unforgiving Tamayong-Kidapawan trail, none of us were badly injured and were all safe and sound. Eventhough Mt. Apo did not impress me much, I would say she is still the King (or Queen) of Philippine mountains. She is dangerous, powerful and fearful. And definitely, she is not to be underestimated --- not because she is the highest but because she is capable of giving the most punishing and unforgiving trail that would challenge the human spirit at its end. After "conquering" (I don't feel comfortable using this word) Mt Apo, I have been humbled by the experiences I've had with her. It was a turning point and sort of a reality check for me. I have been climbing for more than 4 years now --- and honestly, I missed out on the very reason I was fascinated with the outdoors and nature --- away from the bustling sight and sounds of the city ---- away from the RAT race. And yet without realizing it, I was still succumbing to the same RAT race principle I have been avoiding. And it's true, I'm one of those egoistic mountaineer who, after climbing the toughest mountain, would feel proud and brag about it ---- without even looking inside me for the things I learned after a tough climb. Yes, mountaineering is full of egoistic self-centered craps who glorified themselves after conquering mountains, competing with other mountaineers, trying to outdo others just to show they were tougher, stronger and faster. Without realizing it, I was swallowed by the same system I have been avoiding for years. And it took me a Tamayong-Kidapawan Mt Apo expedition to be totally knocked off. This expedition was significant because she made me realize so many mountaineers missed. I was grateful for the challenges that she gave me. On a last note, I may not be the fastest "RAT" racer, nor the strongest climber, but I am sure I am a lot tougher now, not because I have conquered the highly technical & toughest mountains but because I have learned the toughest lessons these mountains gave me.

For now, I will leave the RAT-racing to those who were not contented with the city version and extend it to the mountains. For now, I will leave the ego-tripping mountaineering principle to those who lacked attention and thought they'll succeed by competing with others. For now, I will leave my own baggages of egos and moved on & hopefully embrace a more meaningful mountaineering expeditions and treks. And this would mean breaking from the old and existing system. It would also mean choosing the right trek that would not require me to speed up like horses being paddled on competitions. So much for the RAT-race, it brings nothing but STRESS. This time, I will make sure I will not be missing out the tiniest details on every trek. From now on, I will start out on a new perspective on mountaineering --- no pressures, no RAT-race, no deadlines, no baggages --- just pure, light, and fun adventure and commune with nature.

Mt. Apo Expedition (Tamayong-Kidapawan trail) Part 2

2008-05-11T14:58:00.005+08:00

Day 2 - Monday (March 17, 2008) - Trapped By The Raging River

On our second day, we woke up early, prepared the breakfast, took some photos and packed our things for the next adventure of the day. Water source was not a problem for our Day 2 as we were 3 meters away from the Mabo river. We continued the trek at around 8am with another exciting river trekking. This time the trail was a refreshing one -- flat, mossy and shady. Such perfect scenery!!! After 4 hours of gradual walk, we took our lunch at one of the mossy old trees along the trail. As we sped up, I accidentally tripped off an unnoticed root protruding on the right side. It was so excruciating I cried in so much pain. Kuya had to put some bandage on it. As we moved ahead, we were refreshed by a slight drizzle which for an hour turned into heavy rain. The walkpaths were slowly turned into miniponds.

Everywhere water was coming from the upper end and finding its way to the trails. It was more than 2 hours of continuous pouring. Slowly, the water along the trails grew bigger and deeper. There was one part which was higher than us so Bong (our guide) who was on the lead now, had to find logs to step on. He himself was even carried away by the current. It was a bit scary crossing the logs as any wrong move we will be swimming on deep muddy waters. One by one we got through that floody trail. As we continued descending, we passed through small flood waters flowing and slowly finding its way towards the Mabo river. At that time, we can hear the raging current coming from the river. It was ferocious, and its powerful & raging current sent another chill to us. We knew we were trapped. All six of us --- Nehl, Ronnie, Melai, Jeff, Kuya and me (with Bong and 3 of his mountaineering buddies) were separated from the rest of the group. Mang Pao who was on the middle group came back and told us its impossible for us to cross as the current was so strong. No need to question him as we saw in our very own eyes how alarming the river was. There was a sudden recollection for York. We made an e-camp near the river which can only accomodate 2-3 tents. Though raining, Kuya, Jeff and I have to immediately pitch the tent as we were all freezing in cold. My tent can only accomodate 3 people but all 6 of us have somehow managed to fit in my tent. Jeff wore his poncho and slept on one of the 2 vestibules. The couple Nehl and Ronnie were on the upper portion of the tent, while Melai and I were on the bottom part (hirap pala, para kaming fetus). Kuya managed to squeezed himself inside. Thank God that the rain stopped in the middle of the night. As we prepared and finished off with our dinner, we heard other mountaineers descending towards the campsite. But when they learned that there was no space available they headed back and camped out on the upper bank. We had an early lights out. None of us slept much as we were all assessing the river & we knew that any sudden change in the weather or a sudden pour of the rain, we were all be in great danger. An hour of continuous rain would immediately overflow the river & engulfed us all --- not to mention the small river on the right side finding its way towards the river. So we were in the center of two "scary" flowing waters ---- a raging and fierce Mabo river on the left & a mini-river slowly building its trail towards our camps. We have to content ourselves with short and shallow naps, silently praying for rain not to pour again.

Day 3 - Tuesday (March 18, 2008) - The Refreshing Trail

We woke up early and prepared our breakfast & packed lunch. We kind of regained our spirits as we saw the rocks on the river, an indication that the water level went down tremendously. We then left the Mabo river at around 6am and headed for Camp Dalag. The Camp was huge with few houses which at that time have no inhabitants. As we reached the Camp at around 10am, we dried our wet stuffs as the first group were still there and were not ready to go. We had breakfast and decided to shift the sweepers and trail leads. We left the camp at around 11:30am and took our lunch along the open and cogonal trail. Surprisingly, there were sugarcanes along the flat and open area. After taking our lunch, it was "rat-rat" time again. I was beginning to hate this "rat-rat" principle & with people pushing you to go faster was one of the most unpleasant things I don't want to pursue after this expedition. Despite feeling pissed off, I tried my best to push and level with the group's pacing. After 2 more hours, we were greeted with an amazing array of red shrubs that we can't help but take pictures with. After the initial awe with the red shrubs, we were then greeted with a refreshing splash of mountain water. A few meters from the water source, we reached Camp Cabacan at around 3pm and stayed for the rest of the night.

Day 4 - Wednesday (March 19, 2008) - The Long and Winding Trail

As early as 7:30am we left the camp and headed for the steep assault. There were some of us who were injured and the pacing kept at a slow pace. We reached the upper portion of the trail & took our lunch. We needed to reach Lake Venado before the sun sets so we tried to improve our pacing. Good thing, we were rewarded with a gradual and easy trail after that gruelling steep assault. Passing through diverse & densely forested paths made me utter "Thank you I finally got the trail that I liked" for the first time since the start of the expedition. The trails were good, very similar to Mt. Kanlaon, with towering, century-old trees, unique grasses, exquisite moss formation and mushroom hanging on trees. For the first time since Day 1, I appreciated this part of Tamayong trail. It was the kind of trail that brings about hope and a sense of serenity to any nature lover like me. I occasionally stop and look above me & let myself be amazed by tall powerful trees towering over me. Amidst these beautiful scenery, I can't help but be worried because I have run out of water. My other groupmate Glen had run out of water too. My survival instinct taught me to use the droplets on the leaves for temporary hydration. And it did work, though I have to be cautious because some leaves are poisonous. Moving on with the trek, there were many stray signs ahead of us and before we knew it, we were lost. Glen and I backtracked after we met Mam Nera and the rest of the sweepers. We then requested our guide Bong to lead us on the right way. After going through obstacle trails, we finally got a glimpse of the famed Lake Venado. I rushed to take my supply of water and it was the first time I savoured every ounce of the liquid passing through my throat. It was sweet and divine. Water is really life!!!!

When we finally reached Lake Venado, we decided to camp out here instead of the summit. The sight of Lake Venado did not impress me much. It was more than I expected. It was a huge (can even accomodate a thousand tents) piece of land, with a long stretch of lake in the middle. Though campers, DENR people & soldiers compose the vast campsite, I cannot help but be glad though that there were many sari-sari stores around. We learned that they were only present during Holy Week where they expect many climbers camping on Venado. Though available, these stores sell their goods at sky-rocketing prices (kasing taas ng Apo :) ). Just imagine a 1.5L of Coke would cost around P150 (grabe...) Never mind the prices as there were also vendors selling sweetened banana and camote. Whoahhh.. Only in Mt Apo... Standing in the vast Lake Venado, Mt. Apo stood before our eyes like a small hill erected on top of the lake. "Ok, so that was Mt. Apo", I mumbled. After 4 gruelling days, we came to get a look of the King(or Queen) of Philippine mountains. Covered by a heap of thick clouds, her view did not impress me. Or maybe I just had too much expectations.

The Mt. Apo Expedition (Tamayong-Kidapawan trail) Part I

2008-05-10T19:53:00.006+08:00

Arrival Day - Friday (March 14, 2008) - Unfazed By Sheer Discouragement

I decided to take a half day leave in preparation for our 7pm CBU Pacific flight to Davao. I wrapped up the remaining task, left the office at past 2 and made a quick deposit at the bank. Turned out it was not quick. The bank teller was so slow I wanted to replace her (of course I can't, :)) Rushing to Glorietta to buy the remaining stuffs, I was like a flashing yoyo moving from one place to another. We were supposed to be at the airport at 5pm and I looked at my watch ---- it was 4pm. I should be leaving the house, but I haven't even reached it yet. It was around 5pm when I reached Kapitolyo and hurriedly pack the remaining stuffs I bought. In less than 15 minutes, I was out of the house waiting for a cab. I guess time's playing with me --- I could not find a single one. It took me a painstaking 30 minutes before finding one. Ronnie was then calling me and I could hear the big, "Ano? Nasa Pasig ka pa lang?" I was in panic and I know I have to reach the airport by 6pm. As soon as I got in the cab, all I could mutter was, "Kuya, Domestic po tayo. Dagdagan ko na lang po. Nagmamadali po ako. Alas 7 po yung flight ko." And my driver understood what I meant. Taking the C5, he drove fast and good thing traffic was manageable. As I looked at the watch, it was 6:05pm. Ronnie called again and ask for my location. Ronnie's voice was like a gavel pounded in front of me, "Tins, ikaw na lang ang kulang. Andito na sila Ricky at Erwin. Kelangan andito ka na ng 6:25 kase magcoclose na ang check in counter." All I could say was "Ha ako na lang ang kulang? Oh my....Cge andyan na ako in 15 minutes." There was no need to tell the driver to hurry as he heard me loud and clear. He reassured me that we can reach the airport at the exact time. I then called Ronnie and reassured him I will be there in 5 minutes. When I was on queue, I felt relieved to see many people still lining up before me. The whole gang waited for me near the boarding check in counter. At least we made it . After an hour & a half, we reached Davao City where we met out guide Bong and another groupmate Glen who had an earlier flight. We dropped our backpacks at the house of one of LUMAD (haven't seen her so close as we waited outside). After finding a P99 buffet dinner (which was by the way refilling food every 10 minutes as we were like hungry monsters), we decided to look for a cheap inn to stay for the night as we all knew we would not fit in the house. As we were fixing our things in the inn, there was a woman who suddenly opened our room and spraying us with questions that rendered us all shocked (Ces, Dan, Erwin, Arnold). "Hindi ba kayo komportable sa bahay ko?" I was a meter away from her as I was the one near the door. I suddenly felt scared as I smelled alcohol & thought of her as a mad woman. When she continued, we then understood she was the owner of the house where our backpacks were initially placed. "Sabi kase ni Bong ayaw nyo daw sa bahay ko. Kasya naman kayo dun ah. Yung mga babae kase puede sa kuwarto, tapos ang lalaki magtetent na lang sa labas." Then her succeeding statements were even more shocking, shifting from feigned concern to obvious disgust, doubt and discouragement. "Actually di ko nga alam nung una yung tungkol dito. Kase pag meron umaakyat na Tamayong yung trail, ako talaga ang kinocontact. Kaya nagulat ako nung una na nalaman kong si Bong ang guide nyo. Sigurado ba kayo na kaya nyo ang Tamayong trail? Kase yung mga ginuguide kong taga Luzon umiiyak eh. Kung gusto nyo Kapatagan trail na lang kayo. Ako na lang mag guide sa inyo. Dun marami talagang views. Sa Tamayong, falls lang marami. Unang araw pa lang iiyak na kayo. Sigurado ba kayo na kaya nyo ang Tamayong? Bakit nakakailang kilometro kayo pagtakbo? Ha?" I turned to Erwin and asked him, "Nakakailang kilometro ba tayo kuya? No answer from Kuya. I knew he was pissed off. "Kaya naman po namin ang Tamayong, Nakakailang major naman po kami at nagtraining naman kami." She seemed unconvinced. "Siguraduhin nyo lang na kaya nyo. Kase kahit yung boyfriend ko taga Luzon yun, at kahit tanungin nyo pa sya kung gaano kahirap ang Tamayong." She quipped. I retorted "Kakayanin po namin." Sensing that we were unfazed by her obvious discouragement, she ended with "Ok bahala kayo. Sila James at yung 2 pa doon sa bahay matutulog." Then she left. Just like that. We then heaved a long and heavy sigh. It was time for real rest which we badly needed after a long travel.

Preparation Day - Saturday (March 15, 2008) - Getting Ready for the Big Days

After the buzz about last night's events, we had a breakfast on a nearby eatery then proceeded to SM Davao. After buying our foods for the climb, meeting the Habagat people, playing and taking pictures with the mascots, we left the inn and proceeded to Sir Ricky's aunt. It was there where we had our good day's rest and prepared our packed lunch for our Day 1 on Mt. Apo expedition.

Day 1 - Sunday (March 16, 2008) - the Unforgiving Trail
We left the house at roughly 4:00 am and headed to Barangay Calinan, the jumpoff for the Tamayong trail. We first went to the porter's house which was at first confusing because the lead group was nowhere in sight, no trail sign and even the 3 local mountaineers who were with us were not familiar with the trail. Frustrated as early as that, we diverted out attention to the eye-catching Mt. Talomo towering over the vast banana plantation. At around 7:30 am, we finally reached the porter's house. After rearranging our backpacks, we continued trekking. The initial trail was typical of the other mountains ---- open and passing through cogonal grasses. We passed through bracing miniforest and muddy trails. There were also confusing ones and trail signs were not obvious which put precious time to waste. We backtracked a couple of times and I can't hide my dismay. We were then led to a muddy but shorter and shady trails which was a breather after being exposed to the scorching sun for more than 3 hours. At that time, we were divided into 2 groups with the lead group taking the longer trail. At around 11:30 am, we we're welcomed by an exciting river trekking. Though the current was manageable and calmer, we still held hands as the water can even reached past our hips. I was so reminded of that "super-long" Mt Pinatubo river trek. At least this time, there was no gigantic rocks and the current was quite calmer. We were then enjoying the trail --- No one has the slightest idea what we will be facing in the next hour of the trek. After almost an hour of river trekking, we were told there is one assault before the Sicao falls, where we will be taking our lunch. It was past 12 noon so we were all hungry. I was following Sir Ricky and Mam Nehra and I was determined to double my pacing as I too felt and heard the growling of my stomach. After the slight assault, I had to calm myself as I saw the seemingly "easy" trail except that there was nothing to hold on. And this was something I dread about. We had to carefully manage our way to an unstable & soft foot trail with steep ravines on the left side leading to huge rocks and raging waters coming from Sicao falls and NOTHING -- (yes nothing strong or stable) to hold on to on the right side. I had to crawl and literally hug the soil so as not to lean on the left side. After the initial ravine ordeal, we were not "emotionally prepared" for the succeeding trailpaths. It was unbelievably dangerous and risky. It was the same trail ---- NOTHING to hold on to the right & ravine on the left side. The soil we are stepping in was close to a quick sand which sends chill to all of us. Different maneuvered positions and careful strategies have to be taken. If Mt. Guiting Guiting had a "Kiss-The-Wall" version, this one had a "Kiss-The-Soil" version. After "surviving" one ravine ordeal after another, I had to stop and compose myself as I was shaking in fear. "Dear Lord, please help us on this ordeal" was my silent prayer. I felt my fear increasing as the same dreaded trail went on like forever. I was battling from my own dampen spirit when I heard a loud shout and saw someone falling from behind me. As I looked back, I saw one body being pulled out from a thin shrub. Adz managed to pull Ronnie out. Oh my goodness!!!!!! (Buti na lang... ) We were all shocked and terrified. I wanted to quit at that moment. But then I had to convince myself to continue. After more than 30 minutes of somewhat like an endless ordeal, I heard the sounds of the rest of our groupmates (the lead group) and my dampening spirit somehow light up. I then saw the huge boulders and finally had the glimpse of the others. Mang Pao came towards us and it was the first time in an hour-long frightening ravine ordeal that I felt trully relieved. I handed him my backpack before crossing the last ravine crossover and I felt weak walking past the huge boulders and the moment my butts felt the warmth of the rocks, I had the biggest SIGH of my life. It was at that moment that I thought of having Mt Apo as my last major expedition climb. The ordeal we've faced earlier was no joke --- it was a life-and-death travail. After taking our lunch, we continued to trek. The succeeding trail was sort of "pampalubag-loob" --- mossy and gradual. We were then led to various fallen trees (we called these "jeng-jeng obstacle) where our balancing skills were highly required. From various positions like walking on top of two 3-meter logs, sitting on top of those trees and carefully maneuvering the crossover, the trails were more exciting and kind of lifted our spirits. I must say though that despite of these exciting trails, the palpitations due to the earlier fear did not leave my system yet. I had to request a couple of take 5s to regain composure. It was traumatic for me. After more than 2 hours of semi-gradual trails, we reached Camp Kablawan at around 4:30pm.

The Puerto Princesa Escapade (August 18-21, 2007)

2007-09-01T18:27:00.001+08:00

Date Composed: August 22,2007

Day 1, Saturday (City Tour)

As we prepared for our early 8am flight via Cebu Pacific, we were dubious about our whole trip as the outgoing typhoon Egay still taking its "last minute" scathe on the whole of Metro Manila. When we left Sta Mesa onboard the taxi as early as 5am, we saw flooded streets which only added our concern. Previous to that, we called Cebu Pacific and asked for confirmation of the flight. There was no cancellation on any flight, including that of ours which was bound for Puerto Princesa. After waiting for roughly 2 hours at the boarding area, my cousin Ate Cathy, her officemates Ate Eva & May Ann, and I boarded the plane. From doubt, there was now excitement hounding us. In an hour we will be reaching Palawan. We were all new to Palawan and I was more excited because this has been one of my most sought destinations in the country. Palawan has been my number 3 destination, next to Batanes, with Camiguin as the 2nd. After my Camiguin escapade last year, I was planning for this one. And I was close to realizing it. Around 930am, we arrived at the premier city of Palawan, with so much exhilaration that we took pictures everywhere. We found Mildred (who was carrying a board with my name on it) and proceeded to Lola Itang's, a nice accomodation we got which is simple and affordable. We had our lunch at the inn, took some rest and waited for the 130pm City Tour. Along with a group of 5 adults and a couple, we (four of us) started our city tour with our guide Cora. We were directed through the major tourist destinations in the city. We started off at an old Catholic church - Immaculate Concepcion Cathedral and adjacent to it was a public square known as Plaza Cuartel, a place where about 150 Americans were burned by Japanese soldiers during World War II. Our guide Cora then oriented us of the 2 kinds of crocodile found in the country - Salt Water and Philippine Fresh Water Crocodile before going to Crocodile Farm. After a 30 minute tour around the farm, we moved on to Iwahig Penal Colony. Passing through fire trees and getting a view of Mt. Irawan, we were led to a vast plantation akin to a hacienda and stopped at a small and old souvenir store where items made by the inmates were displayed. The inmates within the penal colony dressed according to their sentence - color-coded that is, with brown, blue and orange signifying minimum, medium and maximum sentence, respectively. As we left the settlement, I pondered on some thoughts -- thoughts about how important freedom was. The whole tour also drew us to Butterfly Farm, Mitra Ranch, & Baker's Hill. Going back to the inn, we asked Cora to drop us off the market. We ended the first day with a light dinner and an early rest.

Day 2 (Underground River Tour)

When I made the initial itinerary a month before our trip, I scheduled the Honda Bay tour on Day 2. But when I had a small chat with Mildred shortly after we arrived on Day 1, she recommended the Underground river which was supposed to be on our Day 3. Though it was a long travel from the city, it was less exhausting compared to the "swim and snorkel all day" Honda Bay tour. So I decided to shift Day2 and Day3. We started off at around 8am, with the same group we had on Day 1 except for the couple who opted to go to Dos Palmas(sosyal sila --- la na kami budget dun). After taking a short break at a rest area, we took some shots on the rooftop overlooking Tres Marias while doing some little stretching. We then continued our trip with the traditional question and answer together with the same guide we had on Day 1, Cora. Our group was lively, thanks to a bouncy group of adults we had in the tour, notably a balikbayan from Los Angeles -- Mr. Edward Booth. Seemed like a foreign sounding name but this spirited man was a Filipino with Irish Scottish descent (his grandfather was). Along with his wife and inlaws, they told us they have planned this trip a long time ago, like more than a year and quite amused when we told him we only have planned this trip for around 4 months. "Iba na talga ang matatanda pag nagplano noh...", he chuckled. Along the long and winding road,we passed on byways, tall trees, little swamps, narrow paths going to caves, boulders, plantations of some fruit trees, and an awesome view of limestones cliffs. We marvelled at the mountain ranges that appear like a humanface in a resting position. I felt good seeing those mountains and limestones... not to mention dying to climb those formations. I realized I have not climbed for like 2 months now and my feeling on the mountain seem to remind me of what I have missed so badly. Yet, it made me feel better being in Palawan and getting to see the famous Puerto Princesa Subterranean River, the longest underground river in the world. Arriving at the Sabang Bay around 1030am, we prepared our stuffs going to the river and left some which will not be needed. Our group was separated from the group of 5 adults as one boat can only carry 5 - 6 persons. After a 15 minute boat ride and with our guide Cora aboard, we we're amazed by the scenery we saw when we got off the boat. With the powdery beach welcoming us to the Puerto Princesa Underground River National Park, all we can utter was a big WOW!!!! We tooka 5 minute nature trail walk towards the registration near the underground river. Walking past through jumping and walking monkeys, I was astounded by the sight that beheld us. It was a visual feast worthy of glory. I was dumbfounded. Really. I was standing for like a minute and basking from that "beauty beyond wonder" thing. I got a sense of pride as a Filipino having these natural wonders that wowed a lot of both local and foreign tourists. As we waited for our turn (which is quite a while given the number of people flocking in and out - - roughly 50 at that hour), we walked around and took some shots on the surrounding. Of course, the trip will not be complete without solo pics having the underground river as the backdrop. The river around was unbelievably pristine, with fishes swimming around on 12-inch deep water. The park was so well preserved that we can even see wildreptiles ("bayawak" in Tagalog) roaming around stream. My cousin Ate Cathy delighted when she caught a striped fish about 3 inches long and putit inside an empty bottled water. Her delight turned to dismay when ourguide Cora informed us that she might not be able to transport the fish outside Palawan due to DENR regulation, unless she had purchased the latter. After releasing the aquatic vertebrate back to where it belonged, we had to wait for the 4th banca to come out of the river before we can start navigating. Out of the 8.2 km stretch of still water, only 1.5km was navigable. As the 4th banca approached the anchor site, we donned on our floating vests and jumped in as soon as everyone got off from the boat. I switched my point-and-shoot camera to video. Damn I wish I have enough battery to cover the whole of the navigation. As we entered the cave, I got a quick video of us in the boat, and reserved the rest for the inside shots. Sitting in the front row with Mr Booth, our guide asked him to attach the clip to the battery that will supply the boat's power. Amidst the darkness, our boat passed through stalactites, stalagmites and dangling bats which appeared like black spots on the roof cave. With only the light from the boat, our guide explained the different shapes of stalactites hanging from theroof of the cave. From the vegetable and fruit "area" exposing shapes of patola, ampalaya, lettuce, tomato, onions, okras and a lot more veggies,we we're even impressed by the shapes of some animals like duck, snake and some that I can't remember. Rowing through the calm waters inside the cave, he then maneuvered towards the east side revealing a narrow path that seemed like an exciting river trail which was not part of river tour. Far right was a towering rock formation seated below few manlike and saintly forms (some with forms of the Virgin Mary). As we reached the end of the navigable portion, we felt like there were still more to this enchanting underground enclosure. Going back, there were still more forms and shapesthat kept us amazed, from the glittering white wedged-shaped drops inviting for a touch to a face resembling that of Christ. With only the lights coming from the boats entering the caves, we can see faint figures of some remarkable casts hanging above us. After 45 minutes of navigating through the underground river, we left the park and headed for the Sabang beach for ourlunch. It was around 1pm and we're all starved. After a well-deserved meal, we dabbled on the beach for a short dip and left Sabang around 230pm. Day 2 ended with a short stop at the Vietnamese Village before heading to our hotel.

Day 3 (Honda Bay)

Getting ready for a "swim and snorkel" all day escapade, we left the hotel at around 7am, ate at a nearby fastfood restaurant and left roughly 8am. After a brief 30-minute travel, we registered at the Honda Bay and departed for the first island - Pandan Island. Sailing under the beaming sun, we were granted with a momentary coral reef watching amidst the bay. Under the turquoise and crystal clear water rested reefs that were just beyond pleasing and beautiful. Luckily, I was able to get a video of the reefs. Setting ashore Pandan Islandat about 10am, we prepared our swimming gears. Donning on a pair of aqua shoes, floating vests and snorkeling gear, May Ann and I started feeding the fishes in knee-deeped waters. Fishes are finning and jumping like excited toads even in shallow waters. Fishes of all shapes and colors encircled us and feeling the tiny bites of these aquatic creatures were simply exhilarating. We were guidedby one of the boatmen on the far and more bountiful side and it was of the most thrilling experience I had. Having a visual feast of black-colored, orange, brown with green stripes, blue green and white fishes were undescribably breathtaking. We snorkeled for almost an hour and took our seafood feast lunch(which is by the way included in the Honda Bay tour - 900/person). The group of5 adults who were with us for the other tours on Days 1 and 2 bought 3 kilos ofcrabs on the island and we were engulfed with so much food -- more like a "save the best for last" lunch. After a couple of picture taking, we left Pandan Island at 12 noon and headed for the 2nd island - Snake Island. Once we set our foot on the island, we can't help but be mezmerized by it's unique shape and beauty. The S-shaped island explained why it was called the Snake Island, not because there were snakes on it. We decided to stroll along the 1km stretch (I guess more than 1 km) of powdery white sand beach but when it was half way, the other 3 gave up while I continued looking for something unusual. Indeed there was one - a small hidden tree house alongside medium-sized mangroves, where I heard voices of boatmen. When it was 10m left of what I thought was the end I decided to go back as our time was only limited to an hour. Having "ruined" my camera by my own stupidity (submerged it earlier on Pandan Island with flimsy waterproofing), I was contented with taking pictures of the island and myself with my mobile phone camera. The island was indeed breathtaking, akin to the White Island in Camiguin. I hurried back to the snorkeling area and joined May Ann who already started to swim with the fishes. My cousin Ate Cathy and her friend Ate Eva were satisfied with taking pictures around the beach front. Once May Ann and I plunged into the deep waters, we were awestruck by another exquisite visual feast of motleys of aquatic vertebrates (fishes, that is)--- from the black ones, brightest blue with yellow tails, black with orange stripes to the seemingly alarming swordfish possessing a needle shaped mouth ready to prick anybody or anything along its way. Slightly disturbed by the "scary" swordfish, I averted from its path only to be amazed again by an incomparable medium-sized fish which appeared to be avoiding the "crowd". It was a blending of 6 striking colors -- neon green, blue green, yellow green, yellow,black and sky blue. Unbelievably beautiful!!!! As if that was not enough to mezmerize me, I was greeted by a strange Tabangka, a territorial fish camouflaging in the sand, glinted and miming like it was telling me "Thank you for coming Ma'am. Please come again." Wow!!! Such experience I will never forget. But we still have one more island to explore. Leaving the captivating Snake Island roughly an hour after we set in, we moved to our final destination-- Starfish Island. We then looked for starfishes but we only saw few of them. I got to see few similar fishes from Pandan and Snake but none compared to the 6-colored one and the strange Tabangka. Setting off the Honda Bay Islands, wewere more than satisfied and thrilled with the one-of-a-kind aquatic experience.

Day 4 (Departure)

On a final note, my experience in Palawan was enough to convince me to probably consider settling in this majestic place. I would, and probably looked at such possibilities... Who knows --- I might buy one of the many islands of this province someday... I would love to --- after all, one of my numerous dreams is owning a beach resort.

Encounter with the Female Everest Summiteers

2007-06-18T20:04:00.000+08:00

Encounter with the Female Everest Summiteers
(June 18,2007 - Monday)

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Yesterday, my cousin Ate Cathy and I went to SM Manila to buy some stuffs. As we were strolling along the activity area, we noticed a wall climbing activity and from reading the signboards hanging above, I can tell this is one of the Everest Team's series of Mall tours. After we bought our stuffs and munching some Japanese foods, we're set to go home. As we passed along the center, which is the Activity center, we sensed there is an ongoing activity, different from the previous one we had seen 2 hours ago. Interested and curious, I convinced my cousin to see one more time what was going on . When we reached the ground floor, indeed the 3 Pinay Everest Summiteers were there with familiar faces like Leo Oracion and Dr. Ted Esguerra.

For a mountaineer like me, I can't help but stop and listen for what they have to say. Normally for similar gatherings like that which always happen on malls during weekends, I would just pass by, listen for a minute or two, then disappear. But this time, it was different. It was something that is close to my heart, something I can really relate to --- mountaineering. Thank God my good-hearted cousin never complained about it. She even teased me to ask questions, which I was considering at that time. Of course I have lots of questions, but would these great mountaineers answer all of them, including some stupid childish questions? Haha, I sighed about that thought. I really wanted to ask questions, but I was quite worried with the crowd and with the videos and cameras roaming around that area. "Damn, without those cameras and ruck, I would have thrown a series of questions already", I complained to myself in silence.

While the host was entertaining some questions inside the "fence", I was silently composing my own question or rather sets of questions.... After a minute or two, after the host asked if there are any questions, I tensely raised my hand. And there I threw my questions. "Good afternoon. First and foremost, congratulations to the 3 Pinay mountaineers", I felt relaxed after that initial statement, as if I was delivering a speech (good thing, I realized I was not)... Still holding the mic, I moved on with my question, "My question would be for all the 3 Pinay mountaineers... How were you able to acclimatize and how many cold mountains have you climbed before you can say that you were ready for Everest? And my next question is for Noelle Wenceslao ... I've watched the show of Abner Mercado ... you experienced pulmonary edema ... can you tell us about it and how did you continue going to the summit? Thank you." Realizing I was asking too many a question, I just gave a simple smile to the summiteers. Noelle was quick in answering the question about her situation during that time but she gave the floor to Dr. Esguerra for the detailed explanation. The respectable doctor came in the rescue and tried to explicate in lay man's term. Before he answered my question, he threw in some comments and queries on me. Quoting verbatim from Dr. Esguerra, "That was quite an interesting question. Are you a mountaineer?" After affirming his query by giving him a nod, he then continued " Ah kaya pala kase you know some mountaineering terminologies..." Satisfied with the information, he carried on with his explanation. Quoting verbatim again from Dr. Esguerra, "If you are here and you have pulmonary edema, you will be in ICU. It's second to heart attack in terms of ..." Nodding while intently listening to his statement and further explanations about the sickness and the team's effort of providing the needed medical care for the mountaineers, I knew he did his best as the expedition's doctor and suddenly realized this edema thing is really deadly. But how come he did not stop her, how come he did not decide and convince her to abort her summit attempt (though she had recovered from it after going back to the camp and took medications), I begin to question him. His succeeding words struck me the most, "It was a risk that I allowed her to go on. Some questioned me why I did that. But Noelle's mother died and she has a father waiting for her at the base camp. These girls have been like my children .. and I knew Noelle... she has a heart of a soldier..." That statement nailed it all... It was a convincing answer. This doctor had earned my admiration prior to the encounter (based on what I saw and read on news reports), and this time he had earned my respect for such a moving decision. He then gave the next floor to the other Pinay summiteers. Janet gave some additional thoughts and I can't remember (I was still in awe) if they gave a concrete answer on my first question on the cold mountains.

After some questions from the crowd and few statements from the other support group members, I asked the host if we could still ask questions, she nodded. Finally and ending her statement with, "Ok for the final question..." She then looked at me and gave me the mic. I accented my final question to the Pinay summiteers again, " For the final question, to the Pinay summiteers, what advice would you give to other female mountaineers who wishes to conquer Everest? What sort of training aside from mental strength, spiritual strength would be needed specifically physical preparedness? " I sounded as if I have plans of conquering Everest anytime soon -- heheh (While writing this, I just smiled at the thought especially when I remember Ericki, a friend and fellow IM13, asked Ronnie, also a friend & fellow IM13, about who will be climbing Everest from Group 13 and the latter without much hesitation, answered and muttered in jest --"Tina" )...

Dr. Esguerra replied with some biological thoughts relating to bodily structure of both women and men and how to manage and address these issues. Carina and Janet gave their individual advices after that, summarizing it to their years of physical training and preparation, and adding spiritual strength & group support as main elements of their success. The host then instructed the crowd to line up for the autograph signing. After my cousin and I bought Sandugo post cards for them to sign up, we lined up for the autograph signing. I must admit it was my first time, ever, for an autograph signing. I didn't care much of what people will say. I was there facing the people I highly regarded and admired for in a sport that has endeared me for 3 years, and there is no turning back. When Janet looked at me, she beamed and asked me if I was the one asking earlier. After saying a radiant YES, she then asked my name and penned her simple and amusing message, "Salamat sa mga tanong", then signed her name. She then gave the card to Carina who was sitting beside her and added, "Siya ung kaninang nagtatanong.." Carina, with a reassuring and humble smile asked me of my group and then wrote her message after I mumbled, "MFPI IM13". Noelle, who was waiting for the card while Carina finished it with her signature asked me again of where group I belong and with a simple smile, I replied back "MFPI." I then positioned myself at the back and requested my cousin to take pictures of me with them. Giving back the favor, I also took pictures of her with them. Moving on with the other support group at the other side of the table, I have requested Larry, Dr. Esguerra and Leo Oracion to sign at my back (on my blue haltered beaded blouse). My cousin took pictures of me again. I concluded my "escapade" by shaking Dr. Esguerra's and Leo's hands with parting words "Great job" and "Congratulations." With excitement still reeling on me, my cousin and I then went home laughing all the way.

On a final note, I am up to now still excited about the whole experience. But my emotions are not just limited to my own personal joy of meeting these people. It may have been a chance encounter -- or a coincidence but it has its own purpose. Maybe not to me as spectator but as a mountaineer and a woman. They have awakened in me a sense of being empowered as a woman and as a mountaineer. And until this writing, I revered them not just because they have reached the summit, but because their conquest spoke loudly of so many things. Apart from having been the first ASEAN women to conquer Everest and the first women to do a traverse which was a feat, hard enough to surpass, these women brought new hope, strength and empowerment to us. Their conquest spoke highly of virtues and values such as faith in God, patriotism, excellence, courage, determination, hardwork, bravery, perseverance, discipline, teamwork and love. Their acts were great. Moreso remarkable because they are not just ordinary Filipinos, they are part of the so-called "weak" members of society -- the WOMEN. And that what makes them and their success even more REMARKABLE!!!!

To Janet, Carina and Noelle, I commend you all for remarkably exceeding society's expectations of what women can do. Taking from your own slogan, Kung Kaya ng Pinoy, Kaya Din ng Pinay..

The Trying Year (2006)

2007-01-22T12:36:00.000+08:00

The Trying Year (2006)
January 21, 2007

A year has ended....but another year has started....

Honestly, I don't want to chronicle my experiences on 2006... But hey, I can't help it... For me to start the year right, I have to recall, yeah recall (not mainly live with it) what has happened the year before -- at least make a list of what went right and wrong, and drew some resolutions
from there... I am not really one of those resolution-fanatic souls who would perennially make some "goal" in changing what they don't want about themselves or others don't want about them... We'll, to some point it can be very helpful. At least you have a goal. It means you have something to look forward to.. And that's one of the things that would make you busy for the year....(As if there's not much to worry and do everyday).

I don't want to sound ridiculous but I felt a heavy compulsion to make a resolution for the year of the fire pig. I guess I owe it to myself to make one... after what had happened to me last year.... Last year was one of the most trying years of my life......If I were'nt that strong and firm, I might have given up early or have gone astray........ (really)... Looking back, I can't help but give a sigh of relief.. Thank God I have endured and hurdled one of the most difficult years of my life... Ok, let me try to unravel what made me think it was one of the most trying..

Career - oh my... this was I think the most "topsy-turvy" of them all. The year 2005 was a great year for me -- full of blessings... One of the reasons was when I was promoted to one of the highest positions in my company. And yes it wasn't expected. Reluctantly though, I accepted the offer and gave it a try... It was not really my personal choice of work or section or whatever you call it -- Quality Assurance. But what the heck, I may not forgive myself if I have not tried. And so it went on... until 2006 has been the "deciding" year for me.. It was after all, a trial period for me... If it's gonna work, then I'll be for it for a long time. Otherwise, I have to go back to my first love -- programming. And I don't give a damn if people take it as a demotion or a stupid move. All I want is for me to love what I'm doing... And that is the exact opposite of what happened to me..... I began to hate what I'm doing and that gave me a negative attitude towards my work.. I became so hot-tempered and overreacting. I was stressed out -- in the truest sense of the word... I was never able to handle the tantamount stress and I finally broke down.. It's over. I felt so damn weak at that time. I felt defeated, hopeless and torn. I can only think one thing --
to get out as fast as I can.... And true enough, even after talking with the President and him giving me what I want (being a developer) just to let me stay, even after differing advices from my families and friends and even after listing the things that I may lose and give up (big salary, travel oppurtunities, power, benefits, good QA team), I tendered the irrevocable big R..And I gave it even if I have not secured another job for myself which is one of the biggest risk I
have taken. It was a shock to all but it was a decision that until now I am proud of. I may not have those "luxuries" that everyone dies for but I have given myself another kick at life. It was a breather that I badly needed.. After one month of job search, I finally had one but with a bit of a problem. It was a 6 day work (though only half day on Sat) and nevertheless, I still gave it a
try. Though it gave me the technical exposures that I wanted, my body gave up because of too much overtime (imagine almost 1am OT and start work at 10am, including Sat). From one mentally and emotionally stressful job to another physically stressful job, I know I am going in the wrong direction. I need to get up... And here I am right now working in a multinational company with a promising career exposure that I wanted, with benefits that are incomparable to companies I've been. On hopping to 3 companies in 2006, I hope that 2007 would be as challenging and promising as I pictured it to be.. Finances -- I must admit I'm a shoppaholic and an impulsive buyer. I'm not really good on money matters. I even hate to talk about it. But certainly the year 2006 was a punishment for me -- for being a reckless money spender. I
cannot account for the expenses I had with my credit card and for the life of me, I cannot trace where those stuffs went. Credit piled up and credit card companies have been my constant phone pal, or should I say dreaded phone monster. It was such a pain in the ass but I decided to close all of my credit cards and paid the amount I owed through installment. The first one was already fully paid and the other one was more manageable now. It was such a trying year
-- really. And I must admit I have lots of things that I failed to fulfill due to my irresponsible spending. But I'm thankful and hopeful that the year 2007 would be an eye opener to me. Right now, I don't have plans of getting a credit card once I settled the remaining one because I still don't trust myself when it comes to money. I hope to make 2007 a saving year and moving on in terms of money matters.

Death - An unexpected death of a friend and a relative were more than I can handle. A mountaineering brother and friend York de los Santos gave in to the fearsome power of flood water in Mt Pinatubo at the end of the first half of the year. It was such a tragic death that all of us don't want to accept. Writing a blog about what I feel made things a lot easier to accept. The death of an aunt was also unexpected. It was harder for me because the death of these two important people in my life happened at the lowest time of career where I just resigned from work and still had no job to hold on. It was really difficult and I don't know how I was able to handle it. Maybe I was too used to the pain of losing, of sacrifice, of trials and of hardships. I thanked God I was able to hold on to HIM... I survived the bitter years of my life..

Lovelife - I must admit I get a bit irritated when most, if not all of the gatherings I've been to have had people asking me if I'm married or had a boyfriend, coupled with a big WHY whenever I give a negative response. Though shrugging off the idea, I can't help wondering why people were so keen on that subject... Oh yeah, blame it on our stereotypical society ... But what really
happened to my lovelife is not much of interest. Aside from the typical crushes and "platonic loves", I got emotionally involved with a guy not worth mentioning, and I guess not worth remembering. To make the story short, I fell in love with the wrong man again. I'm not about to elaborate more about it simply because I have learned to move on. And moving on means gaining self- respect, trust and holding on to the lessons that it has taught me. And as the new year has just started, I'm not about to make any drastic moves with regards to it. As the cliche goes, "Do not look for the right person. Rather, be the right person." I don't expect a soul to find me this soon but I secretly hope I get to know him this year. :)

Trying as it may seem, 2006 has brought me enough success to make me confident, enough trials to keep me strong and enough lessons to remind me of. With the passing of the trying year 2006 comes an optimistic and hopeful year of the fire pig 2007. Charged with experience and lessons, I am now ready to embark on a new journey this year.:)

The Camiguin Dream

2006-11-13T20:37:00.000+08:00

Just two weeks ago, I have made one of my dream destination a reality.... I was "bragging" about it for like weeks and wow.... it was real... Camiguin was only a dream destination..... and I made it into reality... Strange but it's just near my hometown Bacolod City and yet it was so elusive to me...

When my mountaineering big brother/friend Oggie and I left Bukidnon for a day of exploration (not much of interest,, sorry but I got bored in Bukidnon though the pineapple is the sweetest that I've tasted!), I looked forward for our Camiguin adventure as we fetch a fellow IM 13 groupmate Dennis and friend Flor from Cagayan de Oro airport. When we boarded the sea ferry going to Benoni port in Camiguin, I can smell the adventure through my system... and yes true enough when I got a look of one of the islands (Mantigue Island), I knew Camiguin is a paradise... After eating at a "fishing village/resto" Tanguines Lagoon, we headed towards Ardent Hot Spring where we plan to stay for the whole of our Camiguin trip.... Good place, if not the best place to stay in Camiguin(around P1100/room).. Aside from the fact that it was seated below Hibok Hibok and provided cascading pools and a unique hot spring straight from the crater (38 degrees), it's a peaceful and nice place to relax...
Day 2 is more of rest and relaxation, that is getting ready for the next day's tight IT....

Day 3 -- First we went to the Old Vulcan where you had to climb the Mt Vulcan and got to witness the 14 Stations of the Cross... Quite interesting for the nature lover... Above, you get to have a glimpse of the famed Sunken Cemetery... Mt Vulcan was a good tune up for Mt Hibok Hibok trek that we planned for Day 4... After descending, we headed towards White Island which is what I am looking forward in Camiguin... On board the boat going to a small island (really, it's all white sand... nothing but whitesand..so pure and powdery white), I was so awed and mezmerized at the beauty before my very eyes... I don't want to sound overacting but really it was so unbelievable that such a place existed in my our country... So beautiful, unbelievably beautiful... Our IT only includes a 1-hr stay in White Island as we need to go to Katibawasan Falls and Sunken cemetery for the sunset view. After an hour of staying in White Island (spotted a couple of celebrities), we have to bade goodbye to a paradise that we promised to visit again... Going back to the shore we saw the active Mt Hibok Hibok and the Tres Marias, we headed to Katibawasan falls which was so tall and powerful, having one of the coldest water in that island... After an hour of stay, we were set for the Sunken Cemetery to get a glimpse of the sunset.. True enough, Sunken Cemetery was a simple yet a symbolic structure in Camiguin... Dennis and I climbed through the large cross.... On top was a nice view of the sunset... Quite scary though because the handle seemed rusty and I was holding it too tight -- afraid of falling, that is... Sunset was incredibly beautiful... We took our own pictures of sunset with Oggie on the shore to take photos of us on the cemetery...... Then we headed home... As we were having dinner, we had sort of problem as we never anticipated that climbing Hibok Hibok requires getting permit from the DENR (due to an incident involving a group of students who got lost on the mountain) ... That's where we had to decide whether to climb Hibok or not... Our IT has a 5AM start trek... to be able to descend early to buy "pasalubong"... Flor and I were obviously disappointed... For one, I really wanted to pushed through climbing the mountain as we were already there... We thought of finding ways until we decided to have the "shopping" in the morning -- which includes Lanzones and other stuffs (thanks for Joseph, the Ardent Spring attendant who helped us for the information that we needed) ... and an 8AM DENR appointment for the permit.. Luckily it was not that difficult and we had to spare only a small time... Take note also that climbing Hibok requires a P100/person (for Filipinos) registration fee and P500 for foreigners..

Day 4 - After a 6AM lanzones shopping and an 8AM appointment with DENR, we got ready for the trek at Hibok... And thanks because the jumpoff is right behind our duplex... just on the vicinity of Ardent Hot Spring... We started trek at 9AM and reached the summit at around 1AM... We got to explore the summit and the ridge part where we saw the lake (a small one, that is) , got to meet 2 foreigners from England and Canada & a local, and had an exhilarating view of Camiguin... Mt. Hibok Hibok trail was initially a steep ascend, then a gradual one, and an open trail with cogon grass & boulders just before the summit... We started descending at around 2PM and reached the jumpoff at 530PM just before getting dark... Perfect timing... The rest of the night was more on packing our stuffs getting ready for the early ferry boat going back to Cagayan then to Manila ... It was our last day in Camiguin and we promise to come back again... 1 week is not enough to explore Camiguin... There were a lot of Cold and Hot Springs that we never got to explore much and many more beautiful islands and beaches... (I am planning to take my parents and siblings in Camiguin when I come back)

Day 5 - After our last breakfast in the ARdent Resto, we headed towards Benoni port and I was quite interested with the "jumping boys"... I tried to take some pictures of them having their signature leap... and it was really fantastic... We then talked about how lovely Camiguin was when we were already onboard the ferry, promising to come back again... Indeed it was fulfilling adventure... a memorable one... Though our pockets were a bit more "holed down", we did enjoy the trip...

Now, my Camiguin dream is no more a dream, it is now a reality ....a memory to reminisce.... and I am happy because I made it come true...... Some people just dream and never got to make it real... I dared to change it.........

Before the Camiguin dream travel

2006-10-20T14:09:00.000+08:00

It's been a while since my last blog... I haven't much time, that is..

It's 8 days before my dream trip to Camiguin... yes Camiguin... one of the most beautiful islands in a region where people are scared to go to because of insurgents -- Mindanao.. Rather than being pessimistic and anxious about getting into a "chaotic" (as they say) place like Mindanao, I would prefer to go there and see it for myself.... Since its my first time in Mindanao, I'm excited... really... Aside from the fact that I really wanted to travel, I'm eager to meet the people.. learn to know their way of living.....

Here are my dream destinations here in the Philippines:
(1) Batanes -- I loved the culture, the way of living, the serenity
(2) Camiguin -- the beach, the mountain, the lanzones...
(3) Palawan -- the beach again(to say that I'm a beach lover is an understatement), the islands, the nature tripping as a whole, the caves, etc..

So 8 days from now, I'm gonna have one of dreams transformed into reality, thanks to my mountaineering friend and groupmate Oggie. Also coming with us is a fellow MFPI IM 13 Dennis.. Whoaahhhh... Camiguin , here you go.. !!!!

Lamentations to a friend and brother, YORK

2006-06-29T11:56:00.000+08:00

Lamentations to a friend and brother, YORK
By: Ma Cristina Galido
June 27, 2006
2300H

Twenty three days after a friend and a mountaineering brother died in a tragic death in Mt. Pinatubo, it was only now that I was able to really express what I felt. I guess it was really hard to accept how death would strike someone at such an early age. York was so full of promise…… a leader, an accomplished engineer, a dedicated community member, a responsible mountaineer, a loving son, and a genuine friend.

When Ronnie called me about York being lost in Mt. Pinatubo around 10 am on June 4 (which happened to be York’s birthday), I was certain he can get through with it. Afterall, he was a good swimmer, a survivor and a seasoned mountaineer. Looking at Ronnie’s eyes when we were preparing to go to Porac, I knew then that York was gone. Indeed, he was….. Hard to believe but reality slapped me with such a force that I can hardly breathe…… At that moment, I was there standing with disbelief when Ronnie, Marinehl and Ivy were crying….. There were no tears… Only me and my own disoriented self …No way it would happen to York ……No way……….How could things like that happen ….. It was one of the many realities of life that was just so damn hard to swallow and accept… It was a question we don’t want the answer, however reasonable it may be.

Browsing through snapshots of previous climbs (including the one with him) with my group in MFPI (IM 13), I can only look with disbelief at the moreno figure of a friend donning his favorite red trek pants and green hooded shirt. Uniquely handsome with his signature pair of dimples and sweet smile, he was always been a figure to reckon, a model to look up to, a leader to revere and a presence that is undeniably strong. True enough, he was one of the strong members of Grupo Trese of MFPI. As far as I can remember, he was either the sweeper or the trail leader of the group climbs. And when the group wants to climb Mt. Pulag, he was always the one in mind. That was his signature mountain. When he organized a climb with some of our group mates, together with his friends and officemates on a Halloween long weekend last year, you would be amazed at how much effort he had given for the trek. He was with his usual jolly self but with a bit of seriousness, this time because he was the organizer. And that was what admired me and the rest of the group to him --- his dedication. His dedication to the climbs that he had organized was worth a standing ovation. The Pulag climb was also my first encounter with Bjorn, his friend and officemate who was with him in Pinatubo and died a tragic death similar to him.

After his death, I have known and heard some stories of people who talked about what they learned from York when he was still alive.... stories of admiration, of love, of friendship, of dedication, of hardwork and commitment. I have mine to add to this list too. But this time it was my story of what his death had taught me. If there is one thing I can humbly say I did realize --- it was a simple yet powerful virtue of forgiveness... Yes, forgiveness...You see when we had our Holy Week climb this year at one of the most dangerous mountains in the country, Mt. Guiting Guiting in Romblon, there were some few lapses in the group decisions and led to some members having grudges. And yes I was one of them. This was the reason why I never posted a blog on my Guiting experience which I originally planned prior to the climb. York was one person I have had ill feelings with. After the post climb (which I have expressed what I felt), the last time I saw him and able to talk to him was during the MFPI meeting in Pioneer Grill. There I recall him smiling at me --- I forgot what he asked me at that time but there was a short conversation. I probably have mentioned to him about having a new haircut and he replied with the usual sweet smile
coupled with an explanation stressed on a Rizaleno accent. Though he was smiling,I saw so much sadness in his eyes. I guess I did not have the courage to ask him -- I was so engulfed with my own selfish grievances. I was actually expecting him to say sorry for what happened-- that was just it, a simple sorry. But there was none. Only then I knew later that he did say sorry to one of our group mates for the lapses on decision making in which he is part of. I have then resigned to accepting that things really happen for a reason. And three days after, I had the shock of my life when I heard he was missing. Then hours after, his death… I don't know what to feel.. or that I felt something at that time...I felt so numb at that time... there was all denial...at the time when we saw his body at Porac, at the time when we saw him at the wake... at the time of the mass, at the time that he was laid at his resting place, at the time that we released the balloons on his burial...it was all so unreal yet real. When I cried at the mass, I forgave Tatay York because he was only human and he can also make wrong decisions and judgements. When tears continuously stream down my cheeks, I also forgave myself for being selfish and for harboring a grudge on him, and because I too was also human and can make wrong decisions and judgements. I felt the weight of every tear running down my cheeks -- it was so damn painful and heavy....I wish I could hold him one more time just to say sorry and to say we all loved him..... I wish I could hugged him one last time just to let him feel I can be a friend to lean on...

Last Sunday, June 25, 2006, when we went to the spot where their bodies were found, it was not only to offer prayers for both of them but for us to also accept their untimely demise and move forward. As we offer those flowers and candles, the presence of a small butterfly and raindrops evading the lighted candles were enough to ease out the pain, at least for the moment. As we went back, I know that some of us still cannot fully accept what happened but I do know one thing -- York is happy seeing the people he cherished and loved.

With grief and sorrow still lingering on his family and friends, I wish and hope that all of us will one day muster enough courage to look at death with such credence and face it with fearlessness the way that I believe our dear friend York did. I know that he struggled a lot to survive (his bruises and wounds can speak to
that) but more than that, I believe that he was able to look at death with such gallantry that I know he always possessed. Even at his last moment here on earth, he still made his families and friends proud of him. On my part, he earned my respect and admiration --- for putting his friend’s sake way above himself. Such gallantry, such courage, such heroism ….. Farewell, dear friend and brother, you are the genuine BRAVEHEART.

2006-04-28T21:30:00.000+08:00

A shot from the view deck of Mt. Guiting Guiting, Magdiwang , Romblon...

2006-01-18T19:42:00.000+08:00

a shot from Mt Manabu, Batangas

This is so far my first climb for this year..... A few text from my IM groupmates led us to this magnificent mountain. Offering a 360 degrees view of the Batangas peninsula, one can't help but marvel at this beautiful scenery.. Indeed, this is one of the most trekked mountain..

Though we had our "less than a day" hike, it was an experience that kicked off a year of mountaineering adventure... A nice chat, a few chuckle from the other trekkers... a good jumpstart for a whole new year of adventure.. Hope to know more mountaineers, more mountain to conquer, more lessons to learn... AND more nature to wonder with this year...

The Hongkong Experience (Jan - May 2004)

2006-01-05T01:38:00.000+08:00

I feel a bit funny because I have to sort of recall my experiences way back ...... exactly 2 years ago... The Hongkong Experience was indeed worth reminiscing... The place, the people, the fun, the busy life --- these what makes Hongkong so unique. I have to admit I was so overwhelmed with the oppurtunity to travel to Hongkong. The thought of going to Hongkong sends mixed feelings to me. Above all these, there is one thing that really excites me --- SHOPPING.. A self-confessed shoppaholic, I already concocted an imaginary list that varies from clothes to electronics. True enough, Hongkong is NOT Hongkong if not for its shopping magic charm. I must say you can buy all sorts of stuffs -- from steam iron, jewelries, luggage bags to mp3 player at a reasonable and really cheap prizes. And take note you can ask for discounts. Filipinos are well known for being the one who would ask for a bigger discount... Must have adopted some sort of "dramatic plot" which leaves the vendor no choice but to give the item for such a low low price (example is a HK$150 bag bought for only $65). No one can surpass the Filipinos when it comes to this....

My favorite experiences when I was in Hongkong include the Ocean Park, the Peak, Lantau island, Tsim Sha Tsui, and Mongkok escapades. The Ocean Park is simply amazing - with vast arrays of wonderful creatures and vomit-inducing rides. The Abyss experience will give anyone a feeling of having half of your body suspended in the air while the other half is going down.... Extremely exhilarating but worth a try. This was actually what scared me prior to our next ride which is the Mine Train. Just looking at the Mine Train, with a set of huge trains built on top of the ocean is really scary.... I mean I cannot imagine myself riding into something that goes around revolving and rotating and actually feeling the nakedness of the sea and air... And this is not the typical ride that finishes fast. This is the longest ride of my life --- really ... and the pacing is slow that you can feel your actual fall... I have to admit again -- I did something stupid.. Clinging so hard on Avnher's hands (my officemate) and shouting so loud that everyone looks at me with a funny look when the engine has not even started is one of the many funny and stupid things I did with this ride... But I didn't care anymore.... All I was thinking was that I have to release that monster fear I have inside and that is the only way I can think of at that moment... Whoa.... The Hongkong experience is something worth reminiscing.....

Gulugod Baboy - Sepok Island Adventure (Dec 2 - 4, 2005)

2005-12-05T21:35:00.000+08:00

This is an experience so memorable that I hate to leave.... The beach, the people I am with (my MFPI IM 13 groupmates), the serenity was just so overwhelming I can't help but reminisce... The boisterous laughter than can break an eardrum... the lively exchange of gifts and announcement of raffle prizes... (which I have won the second prize by the way)... the games that were so spanking, participants so bouncy, so full of energy... that they will give everything for the spirit of fun.. The exhilarating feeling of being on top of the boat breezing through the sea wind and islets presenting before my eyes...

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Ibang klase talga ang Grupo Trece.. Masaya.. makulit... maginoo... Medyo Bastos... matulungin.. palabiro... maingay.... mabangis (mga babae) ... palaban... may kanya-kanyang diskarte, palaging nagbabangayan... pero sa bandang huli... magkakasama pa rin kami sa pagbuno ng mga plano namn para sa mga akyat at mga proyekto para sa Mountaineering Federation of the Philippines (MFPI)....