My First Climb...

“Every height is completed by pain, striving, and out winning. Every step may take a gulp of water, a gasp of air, and perseverance.” This I told myself after accomplishing my first climb.  

I was contacted by my high school friend Sisylson who invited me to join them on their next climb while we circle UP ovals on a Sunday or Saturday night basis with our barkada <group of friends>. I think it’s time for me to take it up to the next level: mountaineering! Cool idea but do I have the stamina to go for it. They shoot me the email and I have agreed to join them. It was a booking with TriPinas, a local mountaineering firm, that organize and put into a package a mountaineering activity. To cut this short, our destination: Pundakit (Pundaquit), Zambales for the price of Php 1,750.00 with additional Php 100.00 for the tent rent and Php 450.00 for the food. Date: February 08-09, 2014 which a day in-debt from my work, needing to file for a time-off on the 7^th for a person working at night where our trips leave at 2:30AM of the 8^th.

In preparation for this climb, note that it is my first, I ran almost every day in our office gym after work and in UP oval on Saturday or Sunday to build stamina and leg strength. Bought a climbing sandal from Tribu which I advise 100% after the trip NOT TO BUY because its plastic buckles can easily be chipped. Aside from that climbing Pundakit trail requires better footwear. I suggest you buy close mountaineering shoes. I got the following prepared for myself:

• Biker’s sleeves (rash guards will work)
• Mountaineering pants (best if you wear longer or at least with inner leggings to prevent from getting rashes or cuts from grasses)
• Comfortable clothing (cotton T-shrits)
• Sunscreen (it does not mean you're going to the beach that's why you need it, exposure to the sun is the real reasons...skin cancer is a no no)
• Head gear (ask me where you can get a cheap 21 ways head-gear.
• Hat/cap (I did not wear it but I have one on my rubberducky sling bag) <Thanks ate Eileen Penafiel for the cap you’ve given me> ;)
• 2-3 liters of drinking water
• Face towel
• Camera
• Energy bar (Thanks Japi for sharing your treats! Every time I see a Jolly bar I remember you!)
• GREAT COMPANY! <miss you all guys!>
• I also got some can goods for our overnight stay at Anawangin Cove. (more to read…)

We took off at McDonalds El Pueblo in Ortigas with Kuya Mike (our guide and father of Anne who owns triPinas) around 2:30 AM. Saving our energies with a feel of new friends to be harvested after this trip, we slept ourselves during the road trip. It was a bumpy ride due to some driver’s uncomfortable feeling but we still arrived at San Antonio, Zambalez safe and whole around 6:30. We are advised to have our breakfast at a local eatery where I have a bowl of porridge with a hard-boiled egg. It was still a-not-so-cold morning which a hot coffee is a good zip. We were then advised that there were boatmen who will take our belongings to Anawangin Cove. <If we only knew, we could have brought our fridge… hihihi… you know what I mean! :D>

We started our hike around 7AM accompanied by Kuya Leoncio, the chief of local Barangay tanod. <wow! I felt relieved we are in good hands.> Sandy pathway leads us to the opening of the mountain trail showing a picturesque view of the area. We saw some housing projects which stands unoccupied pasted in a breath taking Mountain View background. You’ll never expect that a postcard view lays lively in front of you.

After the sandy path you will start to get a different view of which leads to a deeper forested-rocky place. The hike started to shift from an easy sandy to loamy – rocky road which you are welcomed by a portal-like trees formed in triangular pillar-like structures. It was the cool air that made not an eerie but more of a relax feelings.

Kuya Leoncio then led us to the mountain forest where you will find a not so noticeable red arrow marking in a stone pile and the tree. There we found an almost dried small river which did not surpass the expectation of we walking on a river and we passed another river which they called “Malakas” simple because the current in that river is strong when it’s raining. Mind you, it was dry empty when we crossed it, I may call it a river of round stones. We rested for a few as our guides switched places and Sir Mike, Ate Anne’s (owner of TriPinas) dad, lead the first bunch of the hikers while Kuya Leoncio became the sweeper.

The trek became harder as we got to higher altitude in the midday in a denuded mountain due to “kaingin” or forest fire. We gulped more water and dug in some energy bars as we stepped on lose clay grounds or crumbled stones. It was passed half morning when we reached the summit and the view was remarkable. Seeing Nagsasa Cove in a different perspective gave you more of the vicinity’s beauty. We took lots of pictures and I did my signature jump the “Buddha Jump” which Sisylson took perfectly using a burst shot in his GoPro. Then we proceed to again a different view of the mountain and a different terrain. Another switch of place by our hiking guides and we went down Pundaquit mountain chasing the sea breeze in a steep-sharp-edged-rough stone trail. This time it was really difficult with all the high weeds which could cut your skin and the sticky-slimy feeling of wet clay in your feet which snaps my trekking sandals. We made a remarkably six stops to rest as we climb down the mountain to again another river of stones. Kuya Leoncio guided 9 members of the hikers and 3 of us went missing. It was really hard to find the way as there are no markings on the round stones, not even foot prints are left not unless you reach the sandy area. There were 5 of us who first came to the campsite enjoying the view; Japi, Alvin, Me, Sisylson, Ellai, and Badeth. We then asked Kuya Leoncio to get those 3 people who were left as we are not sure if they went missing or if Sir Mike was able to find them along their ways as it has been 10 – 15 minutes since we haven’t heard or seen them. It took another amount of time waiting so we decided resting while Japi pitch her tents then we carried our feet to do the same thing. Sighting Rhei, Lani, and Tophet after same amount of minutes made we more comfortable eating ice cream on sticks and quenching our thirst with lots of water. Then Sir Mike with Mitch and Marz arrived then rested for a while laughed at some joke and a get-to-know-each-other activity then we prepped for our lunch. After the tiring but fun trek and filled stomach, we bathe ourselves in the welcoming waters of Nagsasa Cove and bask ourselves with sun’s rays until it went to sleep.

At night, restless we are we cleaned up and food was prepared in a boodle fight table which we ate a shared meal which each of the hiking members brought with them for the said night. Then we had some drinks over a bonfire before some of us went to sleep while some went for a walk along the shores to gaze the stars, the Dinoflagellates,  and of course to further know those whom we just came along with today then we walked back to our camps and called it a day.

A Vase's Value

I reviewed my laptop documents and found this. This is one of my articles way way back and I wanted to share it to you guys. Enjoy!

The story is about a vase. Formed eagerly by two potters and was given to the public aside for show offs as well as for the public to use. It was said to be the potters’ beloved artifact. They colored it to what they have dreamt about it. Forged with gems and metals to make it more likeable. Yet the vase stayed unnoticeable by public.

The vase waited in the potters’ shelf for a long time and after which the potters decided to let the vase away from keeping they lend the vase to the neighborhood. The vase was used eagerly and was adored by others in the neighborhood. They have said the vase really makes a great deal in making their water cold but the vase just does not fit their kitchen anymore. So the neighborhood decided to sell it to the other village. The other village liked the vase and was used by the next village King and Queen as their jewelry keeper.

One night, the vase was secretly stolen by the Queen’s maiden. She brought the vase to the market place and sold it to the guards. The guards bought the vase from the maiden, for her sake of earning money and vase was taken to the guards’ cell. The guards really don’t need the vase so they have decided to get a whore for a month long pleasure. Then the whore kept the vase with her and used it at home while the gems were taken out of the vase and were sold to a walking merchant.

The vase was then of no use to the whore, so she decided to just throw it away. The vase got a broken lip but still it is functional. Days had passed and the potters thought of what had happened to the vase. The guards thought of how they could have made more whores stay in their barracks for each of the gems embedded in the jar. The whore thinks about how it has been useful having the vase but she can no longer find it. The King and Queen are still thinking of where the vase went and did their maiden sold all their jewelries.

A girl who worked for an artifact store found the vase and took it to the store. The store owner then took the vase to the auction. The vase was first called for 500USD. No one called for it as the vase lost its real beauty. There were no bidders who gave money to it. So then put the vase back to the storeroom and decided never to include the vase to the auction anymore. The potters then got a shipment request from the artifact store. So they went and deliver 100 pieces of cloned china vase that will be sold in the auction.  One of the potters then noticed the vase and said “I know this vase. I can feel it’s someone I knew before.” Then he moved closer and he shouted in amazement and called the other potter. The other potter then exclaimed, “It’s our long lost vase. The first that we ever made.” So they have decided to get the vase and take it back home at the price of 1USD.

The vase got reunited to the potters and the potters reinvented the vase. Back to its good beautiful porcelain look by adding a lay or vase with perforations inside its body and was designed with four cartouches each showcasing different styles of fish on stylish water background.

Hundreds of years after, the vase was then put back to the auction table and it was sold at £43 million.

Just like a vase, handy formed by the potter. Untainted and so loved. Shared to other people and was told it was loved. Some say it for real. Some say it just to get the perks. Some say it to let others know they appreciate arts. Some just hold it to be with the lime light.

Like the vase, I never have had closed my doors to people who wanted to ask for trusts and friendship. I can easily give that and often I am being abused.

I love sharing my life with others. I was like an open book at many times. I felt like I have always been not evident to others, unseen by many, and a loser. Thus, I still have people I whom calling my friends. They are the dearest I have in life. They are the reasons why I still continue living, reasons why I am unafraid, unfretted, and unshaken whenever I step outside my world.

I never have felt so blessed having these people who I can always lean on. Real people, who can share their life to me, people who are always there for me. It not be physically but by heart they let me live on. Some of those who told me that they are my friend were unnoticeably different from those who I called real friends. There were those who just know you when they need you, they need money, they need connections. There were those who just know you when you are at your highest and leave at once you are submerged to loneliness and sorrow. These friends whom I will call moss. People who stick in your life whenever you are the richest for them to stay living, and just need you; but when they are down but they easily go away if they have sucked all minerals from your dying soil.

It really is odious when you found that you have treated them as your friend but they call you classmate, officemate, and/or an acquaintance if they will introduce you to people they know. It hurts like you were told as an untainted glass but was broken when showed to public.

We can be friendly but we need to pick whom to trust your life with.

Inspiration in the story: http://www.luxist.com/2010/12/30/most-expensive-things-sold-at-auction-2010/