Travelled up north with those I considered nerds. [We] Consumed two days and a night at Anawangin wasting nothing but energy. We restored ourselves with canned foods and not so fortunate sand-mixed squids. Trekked and stayed at the beacon for a while to overlook the beauty that kneels before us and praised the light that glimmers through the clouds. We pooled our strength after draining our intellects and camped the night away with bonfire, alcohol, and petty stories; with petty, I am being sarcastic. Nonetheless, we dreamt the hours lying inches from the shore.
With them I survived the island; with them I survived for three years. With them, I feel secure, but things in general, either deform or deteriorate. There are things that are not just meant. Only one can understand amongst the vastness of comprehension. As we part ways, I believe ‘all’ of us will be glorious in God’s due time and I mean it.
The road more travelled. A day in February when all was dark and dull as the Backpackers traversed the trail to the crater. For the rates and details, just consider this site http://www.trekkingpinatubo.com/.
For most, the end goal of the trip is just to reach the crater. But Miley’s right, it is the climb that matters; and when I say the climb, I am literal with this. For us who can finance, we’ll just pay thousand of pesos and they will transport us via 4×4 jeep for about 45 minutes to an hour ride then drop us off at the initial trekking point. But have you ever imagine the means of transport for those people (mostly aetas) living in the other side of refinement? While riding at the back of the jeep, I noticed a family of four (parents with two children) walking the tracks and crossing the waters barefooted with me wondering on how far they have come and how long until they reach their destination.
I am living in a society bombarded with options; as opposed to others who have none at all.