Saturday, April 23, 2011

finale...Durungawan

Six hours! Six hours passed before we finally finished the climb up to Durungawan. The first thing that I expected to see is the store with overflowing food waiting for us to devour! It was a promise meant to be broken! No food and no stores! But still we are fortunate that a group of young students stayed for a while at Durungawan and they are currently cooking their food! We shared our food. We still have canned goods left, the remaining food we reserved for the summit. I actually don’t remember eating the canned goods but for the first time in my life….I ate rice with salt and grilled onion! I never mind my food but just to satisfy my hunger. Immediately after we ate, others started to lie down in the tent of the young students. I saw a buddy sitting at the edge of the cliff looking at the majestic view of the Mt Banahaw summit. I sit beside him and stared at the beauty of the mountain! The cold wind and the surroundings ease my body pain and for a while I forgot all the hardships we’ve been through while climbing up. I also lie down to rest but just for while since the group of young students started to inform us that they will be going down to Kinabuhayan in a while and have to packed their things including the tent. I didn’t hesitate to respond that we will also be going down with them but others in our group still wanted to continue resting. I insisted on joining with the group of students since they know the trail going down to Kinabuhayan and besides they have their strength to guide us through. Finally, we will all be going back to Kinabuhayan!

Going down is as hard as going up. I have to use my knees to control my steps. The pain almost stop me most of the time but a young student told us that we should not be minding it so I started to run down the trail thru my buddy’s help. It is effective! The more I enjoy it, the easier my steps become. I even saw the young students playing around and fell but they are just laughing about it. What a sight! Life is still beautiful! It’s already getting dark and we have only one flashlight and a “gasera”, which was given by an old man we met while climbing up. The two things lighted our way down but still the creepy sound around bothers me and my buddy even adds up to my fear when he told me that a certain tree in Mt Banahaw is a home to “Kapre”.  I started to pray in silence and believe that no one can harm us because my Lord is the Lord of all lords…God of the living and the dead! I believe and have faith that He is good and is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow and no matter how I have been so busy minding my own life…God is just right there seeing me even in the dark or maybe even walking with me in the midst of darkness until I would feel him again.

We reached Kinabuhayan faster than expected. We didn’t expect that we can still have our things intact in the tent since it’s already very late at night and somebody might have stolen our things but God is good! Nobody touched our things and our tent! No trace of someone getting in to steal! Indeed, it is a holy mountain! It is still God’s place! We immediately packed our things and went back to Manila. We are so exhausted as we travel back to Manila. Everyone is quiet and asleep until we reached Manila.

The pain was still there the next morning but I was happy that we are alive and nobody was hurt. I took a day off and that’s when my mother visited me at the boarding house. She told me that they are very worried about my whereabouts because they cannot contact me and then awhile later she called my father to tell him that I’m ok. We have our lunch together and there I started to tell my mother about my mountain experience. The story telling doesn’t end there. We shared it to our officemates and friends. We have a post climb meeting where lots of realization came in. One major realization that I cannot forget from an atheist hiker friend is that…it is God’s providence that saves us! I don’t know if they were converted by the experience but I just want to believe so because they started to speak about God. It was very unlikely that…we met the hikers going down using the path going up and become our food source, an old man we met that gave us “gasera” that we thought we don’t need coz it is still morning, and a group of young students in the summit still cooking their food and as if they are angels sent by God to feed us and guide the way down. All these are blessings that only God can plan and provide! I thank God so much because this became the start of my deep longing to renew my spiritual life.

Do you think this experience stops us from climbing again? No!  especially knowing after that Mt Banahaw is one of the major climb! First climb… First major climb! It was a suicide we don’t know! We planned to climb another mountain again, this time with real hikers with hiking gears, itinerary, and warm ups. There are no failures only lessons learned! In fact, my experience in Mt Banahaw is one of my treasured memories. I have not written it until now. It was stored in my mind and in my heart! Every time I am experiencing life difficulties, I would always play the scene going up…no matter how hard my steps are… Don’t forget to breathe! Mind one step at a time! ...soon it will be over and I will reach the top! 

;Des

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Going up...Durungawan

The excitement from last night’s long talk and chitchats still lingers as we woke up and start to prepare to go up Durungawan. Being prepared to a climb to Mt Banahaw summit, Durungawan, was not really in the vocabulary of the girls group but we all entrusted everything to the boys whom we know are experts on this type of adventure besides this is our first time and we don’t have anything to contribute and give but trust them.  

We left our things in the tent. I brought some cash, some candies, a towel and nothing else. No trail food or bottled water. Cash would be our means to buy food and water along the trail same in Sta Lucia where several mini stores are along the way. I also remembered them packing the food from last night, bringing big bottled water so we can still save money. They also bought bread for our trail food which also serves as our breakfast.

We started to move up to the trail and we expect to be there at Durungawan in four hours. First expected stop is at Kuweba ng Diyos Ama. After an hour, we then ate our breakfast trail food but when I started to ask for the left over food last night, they told us that they have not brought them coz it’s already spoiled. Our trail food is already consumed and water is already half empty. We still have a long way to go but we promised to buy food and water once we see a store along the trail. After more than two hours of walk, unfortunately, no store in sight! Our money is useless! The leader of the group began to decide to go back but most of us pushed him to continue the way up to the summit. There were several discussions way up and each step is not anymore filled with happy faces but tiredness, paleness, and thirst. We don’t anymore see the beauty around us, we forgot to appreciate the mountain and I don’t remember the trail except when it’s stiff, it’s rough, or it’s hard coz we have to climb up the rock using a rope. There is only one thing that made me remain hopeful…the LORD is my Shepherd!
 
I began singing the Lord is my shepherd in tagalog. I clearly remember the lyrics since that is my favorite song when I was a member of a Chapel choir in our barangay during my high school days. I also started to think and reflect on what just happened that I deserve things like these. First, going out without the knowledge of my family means I might not be able to return as expected and nobody will worry for me. Second, of trusting too much and not even thinking of my own safety. Third, if Helen, my officemate whom I just invited, would be hurt then I will be responsible. Several more entered my mind as we quietly move up. Our strength slowly deteriorates, our feet and muscles aching. Just glad that my buddy partner never gave up my hands and continue to help me. I was so hungry that I shouted to the mountain… “Pabili ng Pagkain!”  A minute later, the buddy group in front of us found a bread still packed in plastic and they gave us a piece share. I only smell the bread then ate it right away. We would also have not survived the six hours hike to the summit if not for the hikers we met while they are going down to Kinabuhayan. They gave us their remaining canned goods, eggs, and biscuits. We have satisfied our thirst and refill our bottles at Kuweba ng Diyos Ama. The water was very satisfying and thirst quenching, so sweet and cold. But all these were not enough for us. The last hour to the summit was very difficult the only thing that we can hear is our breathing. I am already counting my slow steps. I just prayed that I or anyone else will not faint so there would be no additional burden. I began to fight for my life and listen to the motivating words of my co group in front of us shouting… “Malapit na! Nakikita ko na! Sa taas maraming pagkain!” Hope made us continue walking up the summit! I remembered being pushed thru my back during my last steps just before finally setting my feet to the ground of the Mt Banahaw Durungawan!

finale...next!
;Des

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Kinabuhayan...

We have a long walk from Sta Lucia to Kinabuhayan. Most of the people we see that afternoon of Black Saturday are already on their way home but our group is different, we felt that it just started. While on our way to Kinabuhayan, we rest for a while in a “free coffee” along the way and an unusual conversation took place with the person in charge of the free coffee stand. When she found out that we are on our way to Durungawan, she initially asked our group, “Bakit kayo umaakyat sa bundok? Hinanap niyo ba ang Diyos sa tuktok ng bundok?” (Why are you climbing mountain?Are you seeking God in the mountain summit?). It was a challenge question that made us all silent for a while and made us think the real reason why are we going up the mountain. As for myself, it was indeed my quest! I hope to see and feel closer to God in the summit. The conversation also triggers another revelation from our new found hiker friends…most of them are an atheist. They are catholics by birth but they don’t practice it and they don’t believe in Christian practices. I haven’t felt nor noticed it from them coz most of the time they would participate silently when there are spiritual rites at Sta Lucia. My motivation and strength to continue climbing Durungawan started to slow down and fear grips me in again. Fear of something bad that might happen to us since most of our companion do not believe in God.  I wanted to back out but I have no good reason to say it so there is no turning back!

When we arrived at Kinabuhayan, we immediately set up our tent and cook our dinner. We started to talk of all the places that we will go through while climbing Durungawan. The Salaming bubog, Cristalino, Kuweba ng Diyos Ama, A river with two colors, one white and one red, and all the majestic sceneries above. Mount Banahaw is indeed a Holy Mountain with its places named after mystical names. I felt recharged again, my motivation? To see all these with my eyes! Can’t wait till tomorrow am to start the climb to summit…Durungawan.

Next going up to Durungawan...
;Des

Sunday, April 3, 2011

cont...My First Hiking Experience (Sta Lucia)

It was a two and half hours ride to get to Dolores, San Pablo. We set up our tent and things as soon as we get in at Sta. Lucia and they began to tell us the dos and don’ts of trekking around Sta. Lucia. No shouting, respect nature and animals even the smallest and ugliest creature you can see. We will be in one with them. No picking of trees and leaves. Do not get anything from the mountain. Greet everyone on the road with “Good Morning Sir/Mam". Buddy system, where you have to walk in pair, should be always observed. They are not actually professionals hikers but they told us everything they know so we would not get hurt.

I already forgot the specific names of the place we have been through in Sta. Lucia except the 200+ steps from river to Sta. Lucia. It was a very tedious walk, a first time I could not forget but it’s worth it. Each of the places we have been through is sacred. Each of our steps is not a mere walk but rather a spiritual pilgrimage. We are not alone, there are so many devotees performing religious rites. But I would admit that there are times that we would not be silent enough to hear the sounds of nature but rather our own voices. Yes, we do laugh and giggle on small jokes and just enjoy each other company.

In that three days and two nights stay in Sta. Lucia, we have already appreciated the journey with them. I have confirmed that they really are kanto boys…most of them did not finished schooling, no regular jobs, and sometimes they really do engage in street fights. What so amazing is that these men, who are labeled by society negatively, are the ones we really felt have great concerns to us. They helped us conquer our fears and to continue on the steps trusting our feet to hold the ground, the rocks to help us instead to hurt us, and their hands to hold when we need help. They are really gentlemen. They respect people, nature, and views. They would not be hesitant to talk to us, for them mountain is the best place where everyone’s feet is on the ground. Everyone is equal!   I thought our journey would end there at Sta Lucia but there is something more. We have not planned it but it just came through our conversation. They told us about Kinabuhayan, Durungawan and all other mystical names that I myself had been curios enough to go there. We just have one and half more day left but I asked them if we can go there. And off we go to Kinabuhayan that Black Saturday and on Easter Sunday AM we will then go up the Durungawan.

Durungawan next...
;Des

Saturday, April 2, 2011

My First Hiking Experience

My first experience in climbing mountain was in 2001 with my officemates. My former officemate invited me to join her friends who usually go to Mount Banahaw every year during Holy week. It was not an immediate Yes answer for me. In fact, she already invited me twice before and i would always give a “No” answer since i couldn't imagine myself climbing mountain with my so called "petite" physique. Oh! I could almost faint just imagining myself up in the mountain with my fear of heights and going into caves. But something happened in 2001 that made me say yes,  a yes to something I wouldn’t dare to do in my dreams. My purpose: a hurt I need to heal…a search I’m longing to know... a something I could find if I go with my friend and spend the holy week in a different way besides that year I already care less about myself. We’ll I’m just being myself disregarding anybody who cares even my family. Yes, they don’t know where I’m going that holy week.

I started to pack my things with mixed emotions, of excitement and of fear. I have an idea what the place looks like coz I saw Mount Banahaw featured  on TV just before we go on hiking. I felt I really should be going. It’s maybe something I really long to do. We are less than fifteen (15) persons in that climb. They are all in hiking gears except me, Lovelle (my friend who invited me), and Helen (my officemate). We are using an ordinary backpack with shoulder bags. It was also my first time to join in a group whom I met the first time, the first day of the climb! and what so funny about it is Lovelle also met them the first time. (“,) Lovelle’s friend who invited her was not around. We are strangers! Helen almost back out and having a second thought of joining since eventhough they are in hiking gears…most of them really look like “kanto” boys! Are we coming home alive with these people? Are they kind? Will they take care of us? What if they do something bad to us? We are helpless! So many doubts in my mind but that night, that first night of the climb was a turning point in my life. I began to trust people first before I get to know them eventhough they don’t look like one. I trust that Lovelle’s friend is good enough to let us come with them even though he is not around. Then..the journey begins!

Till my next blog…
;Des