May 14, 2013

Tales from the Peak of the Parrot

Never in my wildest dream did I ever see myself climbing a mountain. As I've said a million times, I belong to the beach. All my things are stuff about the sea. But thanks to my friend RJ, I was given a chance to try (and love) something new.

So I was invited to attend a mountain-climbing trip with some of the Philippines' travel bloggers who completely do not know each other. While all of them are focused to capture scenes which they would cover in their blogs, I was focused more on the thought of how I could keep myself alive.

Hey RJ! Thanks for the invite! ;)

Pico de Loro is situated at the Southern portion of Luzon, somewhere in Ternate, Cavite. It has been famous for its perilous tracks. You'll almost never walk on a flat surface. It's climbing a mountain, literally. They said it's an easy climb, I say easy your face.

Because the diwata Kaiz said this sign is epic.

Our adventure makes no difference from what the men on the flying trapeze does. We're both defying death, but still having fun at the same time. Imagine having to walk and climb for hours just to reach the peak of the mountain. Tiring as it is, but rewarding. Thank to our water. No. More than our water, it's actually our gummy bears that kept us going. Thanks Robx for the cool tip!

 You'll never get lost. Mountaineers create pile of stones and place it to the right way. Yep, the spirit of adventure. (Photo courtesy of Robx)
 
We get to meet mountaineers who'd always greet "Good afternoon sir/mam. Ingat po!" One culture I love about mountaineering. Only after I climbed the top did I realize how sincere those words can be when said to those who are just on their way up. You've already conquered the dangers of from what's up there. Now it's time for you to warn them, but still let them have their own fun. Now that's ethics in the most sincere way.

 Feeling the wind like a boss.

I was almost at the peak of the mountain when I had to stop because I know I've already met the limit of my courage. Strong winds and steep sides took the best of my climb. Anyway, from the spot where I stopped, I'm seeing just the same scene as what they're seeing from the mountain top.

Cowardice, I say, but my new found friends think otherwise. One blogger (Gabi) told me: "Ang tapang mo nga e. It takes more than courage to admit defeat." Coming from her, it meant a lot. Being the small person that Gabi is, you'll never thought she'd make it to the mountain's summit. Good news, she did! Kaka-proud. :)

In the end, here's my blog entry. Travel blogging can be fun, too. For real, it's more than the pictures that meet the eye. It's actually the cool experience. The songs sung during the long walks. The humors shared to cheer the tired bodies. The friendship established during the time most unexpected.

 
Picture c/o Rommel. Say hello to my new found friends: Marx, Robi, RJ, Gino, Kaiz, Gabi, Nikki, RJ and Kirk. :)

If there is something that I've learned: life is a journey, not a destination. When I look back, I was more exhilarated of the journey I've had with the group and not really with the sight that I saw at the mountain top. I was also amazed of how from total strangers, we've all become travel buddies looking forward to the next mountain we'll conquer.

 That guy in the violet sando is Robx. A visionary, famous blogger and the mastermind. Sa uulitin!

Just one great memory to keep and remember during the bad times (e.g., how the 2013 National Elections went in the Philippines).