The Singapore-Bali Adventure

The Singapore-Bali Adventure
Date: April 20 - 23, 2011 
Buddy: Ann Lachica

Day 1
April 20, 2011 

          My first out-of-country personal trip (my previous trips were business and were funded by my companies) was beginning to give me the ultra-adrenaline rush. My flight was scheduled to be around 6:25AM onboard Cebu Pacific Air to Singapore. Arrived at the airport at half past the hour of 1. Check in counter opened 3am and came into the boarding area at past 4am. At quarter to 10 in the morning, I got the glimpse of the beauty they called Singapore. From the plane you can smell progress and see order from the way the buildings were in place. Amazing! Yes, indeed Singapore is beautiful, from the cosmopolitan perspective that is. While I was at the immigration, I already took notice of my friend Cherrie Ann who was waiting for me. Damn, I think I forgot to update her before I left the house. So apologizingly, I hugged my friend the moment I saw her. So that was Singapore!!! Ah the air is different indeed! Cherrie Ann and I had a 6:35PM flight later that day going to Bali so we are short of time, so to speak. But holy cow, we still managed to do a little bit of city stroll. First stop was lunch at the building near her place. We then went to Chinatown and an Indian temple. After managing the short city trip, we got back at around 4pm and prepared for our Jetstar flight to Bali. At around past 5pm we already had checked in. Almost confusing trip as we we're looking for the "Bali" destination on the flight info. So yeah okay its Denpasar, the airport name that is. Good to go except for one thing --- I brought a new 500ml isoprophyl alcohol and never knew it was not allowed in Singapore. The officer apologetically explained to me that only around a certain mL is allowed. Oh crap forgot that thing! And yes my friend told me Singaporeans don't use alcohol... I should have left it and she could have used it instead. So seeing my alcohol literally being thrown at the trash bin ... that's a big OMG!!!!!! So now one lesson learned. 

         Cherrie Ann and I then boarded the plane at past 6pm and arrived at Denpasar Airport at past 9pm. While we are about to leave the last xray conveyor machine, we were stopped by 2 Indonesian officers after they checked on our passports. They instructed us to open our bags. We obediently opened our bags. We then noticed that it was only us who were stopped by these officers. What?? Why only us? My friend Ann was beginning to get irritated. I wanted to take things as calmly as possible but the way we are treated as compared to others can diffuse the most patient and understanding passenger there is. I need to be calm because my friend was getting angry already. Ann was complaining why only the two of us were stopped. The officers explained that it was a random check. Wow how random ha!!!! They place some purple light emitting gadget above our stuffs. They were checking for something. I was beginning to be scared. I don't want to be framed up for something I didn't commit. Oh I hate this moment! After checking the bags and running the gadget they had, one officer was looking at both of us and sort of reading our minds, maybe verifying if we looked like criminals. Oh no... Then after somewhat like forever - maybe the longest 10 seconds of our life, he said "Okay you can go now!" After closing our bags, my friend and I looked at each other and sighed heavily. Conversing in our local dialect (Ilonggo/Hiligaynon), 

"Ano to sya man? Gintulok nya lang ta tapos okay na? Ano to ya trip trip nya lang?" (What was that? He just looked at us and then it was okay? Was he just playing with us?), 

we expressed our frustation while walking away from the last exit. We then saw our local guide holding placards that bore our name. He told us he was beginning to worry about us. That's when we told him about our ordeal. While onboard the van, my friend Ann and I decided we didn't want to ruin the trip just because of some unfortunate airport incident like what we had minutes ago. After all, this is supposed to be an exciting trip. We asked our guide Andreas to drop us at some local restaurant. We were beginning to feel how hungry we were -- I guess that was the aftermath of being stopped at the airport. After the dinner, we then proceeded to our hotel which was located at the heart of Bali -- Melasti hotel.

   

Day 2

April 21, 2011 

          We woke up at past 8 and had our breakfast at around 9am while Andreas was waiting for us at the hotel lobby. We left at half past 9 for the tour of the day -- Bedugul area. We stopped by at Krisna, one of the shopping centers on our way to Taman Ayun temple. Woohhh early shopping!!! We managed to hold off that shopping blood in us as we still have a long day ahead of us. Tough act it is! Not wanting to spend all the money we had on Day 1, we decided to head off to Taman Ayun temple. On our way, our guide Andreas told us that all Balinese people have temples in every household. He also added that each temple usually consist of around 3 yards (area of land) -- the first yard have aisles and big houses for meetings and events, the second yard have gates that looked like two hands or palms separated & a tower, and the third yard having lots of meru or pagoda-like structure where the prayers are done. He also mentioned that temples usually have 3 openings, the middle for the priest and the left & right for the people. When we finally arrived at Taman Ayun temple, it was an exact personification of the temple that Andreas described to us.  Taman Ayun was a beauty in her own right! It stood tall amongst all the temples that we passed through along the way. It was classic and ethereal. Something divine and inspiring. Oh now I'm getting poetic again. Okay so after spending around half an hour, we then headed to Mantari restaurant around the Bedugul area where we are headed for the day's tour. Next, we visited the Monkey forest and had a "monkey feast" all to ourselves. Heading to one of our destination, we went past the picturesque Lake Bratan and welcomed by another amazing and unique site. Ulun Danu temple, a seemingly small structure was standing on the mainland surrounding the lake. What struck us and maybe almost all of the tourists around the area was the towering sight of a floating 11-roof meru (pagoda). Sitting on a small island meters away from the mainland and surrounded by the placid lake, the towering pagoda was surely a sight to behold! Such a serene and calming visual experience!!! After the visual treat, Andreas then told us we are off to our last stop - the Tanah Lot temple. Andreas said we need to reach the area before sunset to appreciate it's beauty. And true to his words, Andreas showed us one of the most dramatic union of sea, sun and cliff edged-temple - the Tanah Lot Temple. Located at the western part of Bali, Tanah Lot Temple sits on top of a big rock surrounded by sea water. When we arrived, I was simply awed! It was a classic favorite scene that every nature-lover ever dreamed of!!!! Whew I super loved it!!!! Ann and I tried to climb down the rocky stairs leading to the temple. It was low tide so we can practically walk around the small rock connection towards the temple. There were numerous tourists going down and climbing up the temple. After waiting for tourists to "subside" coming in and out of the temple, we decided not to proceed and instead enjoy it's beauty in the viewdeck. Sitting on one of the numerous restaurants atop the area, the view was just fantastic!!!! We lazily spent the rest of afternoon on the viewdeck up until sunset. We then headed to do some short shopping along the busy district of Tabanan before heading off to the hotel. Day 1 was super amazing!

   

Day 3

April 22, 2011 

          Kicking off our day 2 at Bali, we sat in one of the cultural presentations that is unique to Indonesia - Keris and Barong dance. It started off a bit boring but the theatrics seemed to get interesting in the middle. There were some part that was a little off to me but overall, the presentation went well. It was after all a cultural show meant to introduce the Indonesian culture to the tourists. At half past 10, we proceeded to a batik store named Sari Amerta where we get to see how the batiks were made from scratch. We also visited some of the art galleries and art painting stores. A heap of good artists indeed! Andreas then led us to one of the gold and silver stores along Bali, the Chilok Village. There were a lot of good finds of gold and silver on the village but jewelries were not part of my shopping list. :) Next stop was Bali's version of our Banaue Rice Terraces, the Tegalalang Village. The terraces were only a small area of the mountain and not as significant as compared to ours in Banaue. We then headed to Kintamani for the view of their famed Mt Batur. We dropped by one of the restaurants atop the Panelokan Hills for the much-needed lunch. The food was somehow decent (combination of Chinese and Indonesian flavors) but the place was not "appetizing" enough. It was somehow a bit deserted and unappealing. Albeit the small setback, the view from above was still a refreshing respite to enjoy with. We then proceeded to the lake surrounding Mt. Batur which proved to be more refreshing and oh-so-chilling. The temperature somehow dropped significantly. Whew...... At around 3pm, we went on to the Taman Agro district that is well known for their civet coffee and other natural produce. As tourists, we got to enjoy free taste to some of these produce --- ginseng, bali coffee, ginger, chocolate, cocoa, lemon grass tea. After half an hour of strolling around, we then moved on to Tampa Siring, a popular destination where you can find the Tampa Siring Palace designed by their famous architect Sukarno. The President, as Andreas explained can stay and use the Palace. We walk passed the Palace and went to Tirta Empul temple --- a sacred place for the Hindu Balinese where they get to gather for their bath and prayer. It was a totally new experience for both Ann and myself -- an introduction to the whole Hindu spiritual experience. Worthy educational tour indeed! After the temple trip, we then headed to Sukawati, the center of handicrafts, clothes, bags and other souvenir items. Andreas advised us to haggle as some traders would give a higher price to foreigners. Oh well, Ann and I are both used to haggling so that shouldn't be an issue. After a few items bought, we then headed to our much-sought Bali spa experience. Andreas said it was around 2-3 hours of sauna, jacuzzi, foot and body massage. So off we go to try out the authentic Bali spa - a much needed massage after 2 days of strolling around Bali. One word of advise though, do not get your expectations too high. I mean, I've been to a lot of different massage and spa back in Manila so I was kind of expecting a bit "authentic" or unique to the Bali spa. Truthfully, there was really nothing spectacular or unique to it. I mean it was good in a holistic way but that was it -- the same spa experience that you can get from Manila or anywhere in the Philippines. So a little bit of disappointment in that department .... Notwithstanding the too much expectations not met, Ann and I still managed to feel good after the spa experience. And now for our final evening in Bali --- a well-deserved dinner by the beach. Quite romantic except that my friend and I do not have our significant others by our side. Ann and I recalled a similar dinner-by-the beach experience in El Nido with some college friends a year earlier. So there we were, hoping that someday when we get back to Bali, it would be with our significant other...Before leaving for the night, we had a nice chat as well with our guide Andreas who was as accommodating and friendly to us throughout the whole trip. Walking passed all the tourists and locals alike in the beach shore, we headed back to our hotel and ended our last night in Bali with nice and memorable swim by the hotel pool. 

Day 3 

April 23, 2011 

          For our last day in Bali, Ann and I decided to stroll around the Legian beach which is the nearest from our hotel and did some last minute shopping. I am not sure if the beach that the foreigners are raving about was the Legian beach because honestly, it pales in comparison to the beaches in the Philippines. We saw a few Caucasians, probably Aussies who were enjoying the waves. Oh yes, I guess those were really for surfer type of beach. So yes, for Filipinos or tourists who have been to Boracay, Palawan, Camiguin, Caramoan, Cebu or Bohol, please don't set AGAIN your expectations too high. You might get disappointed big time. Really!!!! So yes, after a 4day-3night trip to Bali, my friend and I bade goodbye to our friendly guide Andreas and checked in for our flight back to Singapore. After paying the terminal fee (which we didn't see coming), we boarded the same plane (Jetstar) To Singapore. This time, we had a better treatment from the immigration officials. Big thanks to a popular Filipino singer Christian Bautista who was a favorite of the immigration officials who handled us. I actually got one of them to sing his favorite Christian Bautista songs. That was a better way to end an exciting Bali trip with one of my super best friends, Ann. :)

Worst Cebu Pacific Experience

While I was about to write this blog, I already submitted a complaint to Cebu Pacific via Guest Feedback Form) and I thought it might help me get over the worst local airline experience I have. I maybe too emotional on this but as a consumer, I deserve to be given the right service that is due me, regardless of whether I took the piso fare or the most expensive fare there is. So I am writing because as a traveller who have flown with Cebu Pacific numerous times a year, it is utterly DISAPPOINTING to know and see the same chaotic system of checking in of passengers, be it PEAK seasons in December or off-PEAK seasons in October. Time to exercise the right to complain!




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My flight last Feb 25 was 11:10AM from Manila to Kalibo. I arrived just around 10AM, and still within the 45 min allowance before the check in counter closes. While I was entering the check in counter area, the guard asked me of my flight. I told him the details and he directed me into Counter 16, the line for those who have no check in baggage. That he said was the "express lane". Apparently, it was NOT. It took me more than 30 minutes before I was attended upon. Just around 15 minutes of being in the line, I saw some staffs calling last call for Iloilo and Puerto Princesa (which I heard the flight was 11AM) and saw that they were waving a placard for all to see. I was expecting as well for the Kalibo flight but I saw none. Then the guard came into our line (I was wondering why the guard is doing this, are there no enough staff? you would see around 5 staff inside the counter chatting and laughing around) and spoke in natural voice, "Kalibo 5J 339 baka mag last call na po ha... " Then I raised my hand and said "Kalibo po ako". Then he said, "Abangan nyo po Ma'am baka mag last call na." So i was expecting any minute, the placard will be shown for Kalibo. While it was my turn to be attended upon (this was around 30 minutes after I lined up), the staff told me, "Ma’am close napo." I was shocked at that moment and felt the whole building fell on me. Then I flared up. I told her I was queuing for nearly 30 minutes and nobody called on the last call. She said there was one. I asked her when because I was standing there all along and I should be able to see if there was some placard shown. Apparently she was not sure and she asked the other staff what time the last call was given. Then she said sorry but the last call was already called. I was so furious I told her that if the placard was shown I should be able to see it and I even told her I saw that of Iloilo and PP. Then she directed me to another counter, which is at the back of our line. I was told by the staff in that counter that it was there that the last call (they said) was called and they had it minutes ago. They cannot confirm if they use the placard. So I angrily asked "Paano marinig ng mga nasa ibang pila, ung nasa likod kung hindi nyo ipaplacard or isisigaw?" I was so mad I had NO Choice but to buy another ticket. Cebu Pacific's system (or the lack of it) really sucks!!! I’ve been travelling on PEAK and OFF-PEAK seasons and have fled through this airline and saw the same no-system/messy-process of checking in passengers. For me, it was the worst experience! As if one bad experience is not enought, when I was on the boarding area later that time, the line were already queuing and if I have not asked the staff, I would not have known it was for Kalibo. The boarding gate change was not even announced. There WAS NO information, no announcement!!!! Staffs just assumed that the passengers would know eventually!!!! At that time I was just smiling --- because if I won’t my blood pressure would shoot up again… Unbelievably the worst service ever. For me, it’s a big NO-NO to fly with Cebu Pacific again.

The Sagada Connection

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

Date of travel: June 12, 2004 

Buddies: Jeff, Meong, Mike Angeles and Cris Sison 

 Related topics: (Click on the "Limatik sa Natib" link) 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

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

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

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

Date: May 31, 2009
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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 (Shipwreck Snorkeling)

We enjoyed the Malcapuya tour the other day and decided to forgo with the Lusong tour, a tour full of shipwreck adventure. We were ready for another day of snorkeling, one that would satisfy our craving of water adventure to our heart's content. We went to Gunboat shipwreck first and then proceeded to Lusong Garden. The latter was surprisingly overwhelming. It was full of coral reefs beaming with marine species rewarding our eyes with a spectacle of unique and colorful school of fish. Ahhh, the beauty of it all was too much to handle... We left the shipwreck just before dawn in time for a last ditch of stroll of this small and sleepy yet beautiful town of Coron. 

Day 6 – Monday, April 13, 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)

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.