Adventures on the Road: A Mother-Daughter Story

Sailing on the splendid beaches of Coron; immersing themselves at Bohol’s beauty; relishing the richness of Bali and spending nights in Greece specifically in Santorini are the trips they wish to fulfill as they continue living their roles as a mother and a daughter.

They have explored Callao cave of Peñablanca, Cagayan, sojourned at the historic pavements of Vigan, enjoyed the friendly weather of Tagaytay and Baguio, and flew June of this year to Hongkong, but the serenity brought by Sagada left the greatest impact on them because it made them feel closer to nature and to our Creator. It is for this reason that they consider it as the best among the places they have been to in the Philippines.

Annie Aliggayu, a retired educator in her late 50’s, learned to love traveling when her daughter—whose penchant to explore different places, taste different food, and observe different cultures is unrelenting—invited her for a trip to Sagada. It was when Annie got nibbled by a travel bug and started to like the idea of traveling. From then, her daughter Jessanie Agnes Aliggayu Luna, with a budding career in IT at 26, began planning trips with her mom.

“Do you know that feeling when all that you have to worry about is how to have more fun and how to make the most of what you have for the day? It’s not easy to describe. But try having at least a day or two in your life where the only task is to give in to what your heart really wants– that! That is what traveling is! And it is when I travel that I really live my day to the fullest, experience the best that I can have and overcome all the fear there is! What’s not to look forward to that?” Although Annie goes out once in a while, this outlook of Jessanie has convinced her to discover more of the world.

Sagada

At Sagada Rice Terraces

Bomod-ok Falls, Sagada

Vigan

Tagaytay

Callao Cave, Peñablanca, Cagayan

Harbour Point, Hongkong

Before booking a flight, making a hotel reservation, and plotting itinerary, our primary concern is our companion (unless we prefer to travel alone). Admit it, sometimes companions are our first problem even before planning a trip. Depending on the occasion and places we want to visit, most of the time we choose to be with our friends, special someone, and sometimes strangers on a trip. Chances are very rare that we prefer to be with our parents. Of course we all have this luxurious dream vacation for our whole family and/or give our parents an all-expense paid vacation somewhere for them to enjoy their remaining years and their nth honeymoon. But, have we asked them to join us on our next trekking and island hopping activity? Maybe we are considering so many hassles in bringing them with us—security, safety, finances, freedom, etc.

For most who did not think it is possible and it won’t be possible, Annie and Jessanie learned to embrace their limits to make every trip possible. The two conquered the exhausting one-hour trek to Bomod-ok falls in Sagada and startled over the sunrise at Kiltepan. But Jessanie did not let her mom enter the Lumiang and Sumaguing caves or the cave connection for she knows it would be arduous for her to do so. When both of them went to Cagayan together with a great man (Annie’s dad, who recently went Home with God) that molded their lives into what they are now, they endured the 20-hour bus rides from Cagayan to Zambales. They took a public transport from Cagayan Valley to Ilocos to Pampanga to Zambales. That cutting trip, according to Jessanie, was the craziest thing they’ve done on the road just to grant the wish of her Lolo who wanted to do “sight-seeing” but slept all throughout the trip.

Annie cannot recall any hassle during their trip together. But Jessanie has this to say, “She changes her mind fast! (ha ha ha!) As much as possible, whenever we travel, I have this list of must-do, see or try. So far, we haven’t completed any of the lists I made. Good thing though that we are flexible to any changes. I guess the biggest argument so far is deciding what to eat, since both want to give in for the other.”

Never argue with our parents when we are traveling with them. We must understand that they have so many demands sometimes.

“I don’t recall any argument we had. Maybe argument is not the word. Most of the time she asks me what I like to eat and I tell her it’s up to you. And she asks again and I tell her it’s up to you.  Then she brings me somewhere. She knows what I like that’s why I don’t have any problem wherever she brings me. She takes charge. And I love it when she does. That’s one thing I love in her. She always wants me to be happy and enjoy,” Annie told me when she was trying to recall if there was any instance that she argued with her daughter when they were out of town.

A mother and daughter who travel squeeze effort and patience to make every trip memorable and to fit in in each other’s world. It’s the time when one or both feel the tenacious presence of the words “limitation” and “boundary” sans letting these ruin their time together. Is traveling with your mom or daughter a boon or bane?

Annie is happy traveling with her daughter, “We always wanted to let each other see and enjoy whatever we find enjoyable. It makes us feel closest. I enjoy and love traveling with Jessa ‘coz I feel so secure. She always sees to it that I’m okay, and that I’m enjoying. I don’t have to worry over anything because as what I’ve said, she takes charge. At home I take care of her. But when we travel, she takes care of me. We get to know each other more ‘coz we talk and share our thoughts about the beauty and meaning of life in everything we see and experience.”

On the other hand, Jessanie finds it rewarding traveling with her mom. “Whenever I take mom out it’s my little way of giving back the love she continuously gives me. We talk regularly over cakes and coffee about anything under the sun. But the discursions we have during our trips are usually deeper, and I learn a lot from those discussions. Also, traveling together is our way of looking and learning the other side of the world. She shows her perspective, I show her my side, and together we look at the world.”

The genuineness of their contemplations made me believe that travel does not only mold our attitude towards life. It does not only sharpen our knowledge about the things around us. More importantly, it fortifies all kinds of relationships on earth: friendship, intimate relationship with someone, brotherhood, marriage, and parent-child relationship.

What Annie and Jessanie have is a testament that is not only through having dinner, going to church, playing the same sport, talking over a cup of coffee, a glass of wine, and a bottle of beer can a parent and child grow together. Sometimes, it requires them to go out of the comfort of their home and travel…further and farther.

Do not be cynical. Every journey can be a source of learning and inspiration.

“Traveling with my mom allows me to see and feel the world through her. It also allows her to see things in my perspective. The concealed bond between us permits us to view the world closer to the horizon,” Jessanie revealed.

While Annie conveyed a message that would surely touch her child’s heart, “Jessa is by nature a very thoughtful, caring and loving daughter. Yet, traveling makes me know her more, feel her love more. Thus, making me feel secure that she will always be here beside me no matter what. Being a single mom, this is more than the world a treasure for me. So when we travel, we not only see the beauty of the world, but more so, I see the inner beauty of my Jessa.”

The story of Annie and Jessanie  will certainly inspire parents and children to travel together. Theirs might be different from how a father and son travel together. But, regardless of who we wish to travel with, I am sure it would cultivate a strong bond between us and our companion.

If there’s one thing I learned from Annie and Jessanie, that is to put to rest for now my luxurious dream vacation for my parents (because it would take years for me to become a millionaire) and start traveling with them while they are still healthy and able. I hope months from now I won’t only ask my parents to walk the dogs with me, eat with me, and play tong-its with me, but to have an adventure and chase paradise away from home with me.

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(Annie and Jessanie are my relatives. Jessanie is one of my travel buddies and Annie [I call her Mamu] will always be one of my lifetime educators. To the both of you, thank you so much for taking time to respond on my questions. May you always be blessed with memorable trips together.)

Roving in Macau on Foot

The frigid breeze of December has escalated the altitude of the unobtrusive atmosphere as I was promenading somewhere miles apart from Pearl of the Orient. With my hands tucked inside my pockets, it was a fearless attempt to just wander right at the center of the district where posh hotels border me. I was confident—even though I was a total stranger—no one would harm me, not even a pickpocket for he wouldn’t be fortunate enough if he ransacked me.

Upon arriving at the Macau airport

In a city like this, I surmise almost everyone owns a luxury vehicle. One reason why I can count people doing the same thing I was doing with my ten fingers. I continued until I reached a traffic light, waited for the green light, and then proceeded walking again.

After passing through the tunnel of darkness for some time, stars in different forms and tones came to life. That moment, stars were closer. I can almost touch them. Okay. I am just kidding. There were no stars that night. What came dazzling to my eyes were the conspicuous lights that orchestrated the buildings dotting the area. It was inescapable even from a distance.

The sign “City of Dreams” was very evident while I was crossing the pedestrian towards Venetian. Was I dreaming when I reached this city? No. I came here in flesh.  Did I fulfill my dream in this city? Yes. A dream to travel abroad. Besides, it was my first out of the country trip.

As soon as I entered the Venetian hotel, a man in black suit greeted me. I just nodded and smiled because never did I understand any single word he uttered. Language was one of the barriers I dealt with during my entire stay here.

It was my first time to enter a Casino hotel.  Although I did not intend to play and gamble, with the infectious alacrity of the people inside, I got tempted to try. I was a spectator at first until I pulled 20 pataca from my pocket only to be abashed and dissed by the two men beside me who betted their 1200 pataca. By then, I surrendered my money inside my pocket and decided to remain as watcher for the rest of the night.

View of The Venetian from afar

As the evening collapsed, the milieu was becoming livelier. The new world I entered looked like a big social event. And I was like an unidentified walking object (UWO) because I was speaking a different language. While most of them were having fun, after an hour, I’ve gone enervated.

Minutes later, I suddenly felt the rush for bedtime. I started to hear murmurs from angels, enticing me to rest. It was my second night in the city. Meaning, second night of pampering myself, enjoying the buffet meal every breakfast, sleeping without being bothered by any phone alarms and calls, and thinking nothing except for the places I shall remember so I could write and share something in my virtual journal—here. I stayed in a four-star hotel. Too bad five-star hotel was way expensive. Even though it appeared elusive at that, right time will come that I will catch it.

Macau Museum

I lay down just after having a refreshing hot bath, stared blankly on the wall, leaving no signs that I was prepared to take yet another uninterrupted snooze. While ceiling gazing, in my mind I was mentally computing my expenses for the past 2 days and how much I only had for the next 4 days as I will be spending 3 nights in Hongkong beginning next morning (hahaha!). Kidding. But seriously, it was part of the equation, though much dealt with the experiences I have had.

Display inside the Museum

My thoughts went as far as to the churches and monasteries I visited that day. Some Filipinos I interacted with when I was tracing my way to the renowned landmarks of the city; the Macau Museum that served as my immersion tool to the culture of Macau; the Ruins of St. Paul steadfastly perched at the end of the stalls filled with local goods— Rua de S. Paula was my favorite street in Macau because it satisfied my cravings for local delicacies without having to spend a single penny, everything was gratis so long as you don’t bite offers of the merchants; the Senado Square filled with energy due to the contagious spirit of Christmas and protesters barricading a portion of the square. I found some protesters lying with placards containing characters unknown to me accompanied by a background speech of some sort being played using large speakers.

Senado Square

I spent the whole day walking, starting it from Venetian during the long morning and ending it in the same place. Of course I did ride cabs while touring Macau but doing in on foot—albeit exhausting—was more enjoyable as it helped me see the place in a more precise angles.

Ruins of St. Paul

I ought to forget about the food I consumed that day except for the McDonald’s burger and the buffet breakfast being served in a hotel where I stayed.

Everything was vivid in my mind, especially the scene when I had to gust towards the portion of the city where enthralling edifices congest. For the record, I had crossed five streets just to have a glimpse of it and ran back and forth for five minutes from where I was because I had to get in the queue of taxi’s bay before mounding passengers occupy my spot.

Closer view of Ruins of St. Paul

Somehow I have had regrets. Earlier that day I planned to take jaunt on Macau Tower to experience the world’s highest bungee jump, but I had strike the plan before reaching the tower due to budget scarcity. Back story has it that unintentionally, I had given a wrong direction by a fellow Filipino or maybe I only misunderstood the instruction passed on to me. While I was at the Ruins of St. Paul, I got rerouted to another place where I found stores selling authentic perfumes for very cheap prices. Since it was Christmas season, I decided to buy each member of my family (me included) as my Christmas gifts. I spent six thousand pesos for perfumes alone which is why I abandoned my plan to bungee jump and just devoted my time looking for cheap finds. I don’t think the cliché “the more the merrier” was propitious in my situation. Because the more I find cheap souvenir shops, the shorter the list of places in my itinerary has become since I had to convert “places” to “souvenirs.” Like, instead of going there, better spend the money for this (souvenir). That was my mindset.

Tired of thinking and ceiling gazing, when I was about to sleep, I received a text from a friend who was about to arrive in Hong Kong same date as mine, prompting me to veer away from my reminiscing-stage-of-what-happened-in-Macau for two days and inciting me to make a backup itinerary in case new travel companions join me. But I was too lazy to get out of bed, pull a pen from my backpack and create a scratch out of the expensive-looking notepad the hotel provided. Above and beyond, I was already in my sleeping position. So I immediately turned the lights off and closed my eyes just to be prodded by another thought that my things gone wild all over my room and I had to pack them right away since I was scheduled to leave early for Hongkong the following morning. I ended devoting another 30 minutes to make sure that all of my belongings are packed and everything is ready for my next destination. However, that 30 minutes gave enough leeway for sleep to escape. And no matter how I fervently prayed for sleep to come back, it has gone out of reach. Oh, such is life sometimes.

So there, for another hour or two, I made myself busy looking at photos I took in Macau until my eyes finally retired. I knew I was smiling while asleep because I can’t contain all the wonderful things happened to me that day.

Learning How to Spell Vacation in Anvaya Cove

The idea of having a hiatus from a draining daily routine and the craving to seek for a diversion started with a call—an invitation from a travel buddy who informed me that we can go to Anvaya Cove because she happens to know someone who can sponsor our trip. The resort is exclusive for members only.  Members can provide sponsorship, so that’s what we’re availing.

Membership entails six figures from your bank account and if you want to own a prime property, you need to have at least seven figures. Come on, as a government employee, I need 5-10 years to produce that provided that my salary will go straight to my savings. However, since 80% of my salary goes to my monthly expenses, I need to work like a horse for 20 years unless I win the lottery.

Bearers of good news came at the right time, just before I suffered a mental coma. A week after that invite, another friend approached me and recited the same invitation, adding that I could tag people along with me (just minimal).

I said yes to both invitations, but since the second inviter was so adamant, forcing me to map out an itinerary to Bataan and Subic right there and then, I labeled the first invitation as “in May this year,” which I earnestly hope to fulfill.

Came March 24, six happy creatures were set to meet at Trinoma when all else were in deep torpor. It was all systems go for four people while the couple was still traversing Edsa. We were already expecting that the two will be late, but since the lady-driver happens to own our service car, we were barred to say even a single rant.

We head off to our destination at 4:30 in the morning. Thirty minutes later, while Cindy was gearing our speed towards SCTEX, all of us were caught with mouth wide open. We almost got hit by a 10-wheeler truck; or it’s the other way around. We could’ve occupied the front page of the major dailies the next day (of Tabloids I suppose) with the headline “Tourists ended their trip when it is about to start with a failed stunt.” Bad construction of headline and bad ending of six fresh faces. The only good thing is our guardians with halos did not permit such ghastly incident to happen. Maybe there is a sign in heaven written as “never with these people.” 🙂

We all talked and laughed about it all throughout the trip and the only time we stopped discussing that ice breaker was when we took the first meal of the day in SBMA.

Upon entering the vicinity of Anvaya Cove, we became kids at heart again. How a child’s eyes spark whenever he sees something that is pleasing; how a child smirks whenever he notices something wonderful; how a child blabs something that is interesting; that’s exactly how we acted.

We all walked to different directions the moment we park our car. And in every corner of Anvaya Cove, there was bliss to treasure.

The infinity pool enshrouded by coconut trees overlooking the sea was my replacement to a whole body massage. When you are mentally relaxed, it circulates within your whole physique. But I believe physical massage is still something our body needs once in a while.

At first, we thought that we’re just here to be beach bummers. To our surprise, there are recreational activities we can avail for gratis such us the zipline, wall climbing, rappelling, and other outdoor and indoor games. We haven’t tried all, just the zipline. We also played table tennis and beach volleyball.

Our lunch was one of the best parts of our trip. There are various restaurants in the resort that offer buffet meal but we preferred to dine at Pawikan Restaurant where everything is grilled, except of course for the appetizers and desserts. While we were feasting on our food, trees became our shade; the wind that caresses our bodies was our fan, and the small waves whipping the shoreline served as our music. Forces of nature combined to give us a very soothing ambience. It was a perfect meal, making me wish every day to be the same.

We spent the whole afternoon doing nothing that is work-related and thinking nothing that is problematic. We were nestled in a place where the source of energy emanates.

However, just like every day, no matter how unspoiled it is, it has to come to an end.

When my friends started packing their things, I ran towards the beach. Then suddenly memories of my childhood began to revive.

Before it became Anvaya Cove, its famous name was Ilingin. Just before Ayala acquired and developed the property, the cove looked like a virgin forest. Its pictures remain vivid in my mind because I used to spend my childhood vacation days here. Its proximity with my grandparents’ house in Bataan is one of the reasons why my family prefers to be here during vacation. Summer is not complete without visiting Ilingin. I still remember how my cousins and I pestered our Lolo every time we visit his abode. We grew up forcing him to man his boat and bring us to this cove.

When I was in college, I brought some friends to Ilingin. Prior to that, we were warned that there was an ongoing construction in the area and it has already been cordoned. I was kinda stubborn, so we rented a boat and pushed through with our trip despite of the warning. When we were a few meters away from its shoreline, a man in uniform with a gun sling on his shoulder while blowing his whistle so hard appeared, and shooed us away.

I felt that part of my childhood days were taken away from me. We were so helpless that we ended up cursing the guard when in fact he was only doing his job.

Fast forward.

After almost 12 years, I was reunited with Ilingin. It still acquires almost the same features even if so many years had passed during the last time I saw it. I will be lying if I said that I’m not happy with its transformation as Anvaya Cove. In fact, I was mesmerized with its current shape. It is a perfect place for family and for people looking to release the stresses of everyday life. Some say it only gets to enjoy by people who belong to the middle and upper classes because it is exclusive for members and those sponsored by the members. Although there is a spirit of truth with the sentiment of others, I cannot discredit the advantage of its exclusivity. Aside from people get to enjoy more Anvaya Cove because it is not crowded, it also protects the place from harm. Remember, the more something is exposed the more it is prone to harm.

We ended the day with a kiss from the sun. But more than that, during this whole day visit, we learned how to spell the word vacation correctly.

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Thank you to Mr. J and Ms. S for sponsoring our trip.

Advanced Happy Birthday to Abby and thanks for the pre-birthday dinner.

Congratulations to Mary Anne Mendoza for passing the Real Estate Broker examination. This also served as our pre-celebration.

Godbless and goodluck to Cindy. Thank you for the invitation.

Ken and Ado, you guys rock!

I wasn’t able to encapsulate all info about Anvaya here on my blog. Just check Anvaya Cove’s website here: http://www.anvayacove.com/

Nang Masilayan Ko ang Bagong Daigdig sa Bohol

Halos takipsilim na noong ang aking mga paa’y dumampi sa isang mataas na bahagi ng lupa at ang aking mga mata’y tila walang kurap na pinagmamasdan ang naggagandahang mga burol na animo’y inihasik ng ating tagapaglikha sa isla ng Bohol. Nang masilayan ko mismo ang Chocolate Hills, ang ngiting namutawi sa aking mga labi ay tila iniukit ng isang tanyag na manlililok dahil wala itong bahid ng pagkukunwari. Ako ay nagmistulang larawan ng isang bata na sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon ay ginawaran ng medalyang ginto. Ang aking saya ay walang sisidlan dahil alam ko na katuparan iyon ng isang pangarap.

Ayon sa alamat, ang Chocolate Hills daw ay nagmula sa luhang pumatak galing sa isang higanteng sawi sa pag-ibig. Kung ito man ay isang katotohanan, ang pighati ng kanyang puso ay nagdulot naman ng kaligayahan sa bawat nilalang na makakakita nito. Sino nga ba ang hindi mamamangha sa kariktan ng libo-libong burol na ito? Marahil s’ya ay isang  bato.

Hindi nagtagal ay kinailangan kong lisanin ang tanawin na bumuo sa isang araw na nagdaan. Sa aking paglalakbay sa panibagong destinasyon kung saan madarama ko ang ibang bersyon ng buhay sa isla, minarapat kong  alalahanin ang mga kaaya-ayang bagay na nangyari sa akin sa kabuuan ng aking paglalakbay, hanggang sa ako’y bigla nanamang napangiti.

Tarsier

Sa nakatutuwang Tarsier na iilang pulgada lamang ang haba, hindi ka ba mapapangiti? Ang namimilog at dilat na dilat nilang mga mata ay nangungusap at mayroong mensaheng hatid na, “tingnan mo ako at ako’y alagaan mo.” Sa haba ng biyahe patungo sa kabilang bayan ako’y natatawa lamang sa aking sarili dahil minsa’y inisip ko na sila’y ibulsa at iuwi. Subalit, batid ko na ang ilayo mga Tarsier sa natural nilang tahanan ay hindi makabubuti para sa kanila.

Bangkilas na naglalayag sa Loboc River

Noong ako’y makarating sa inupahan kong bahay panuluyan at nang lumapat ang aking likod sa malambot na katre, wari kong narinig ang agos ng ilog. Ang kulay luntian na tubig ng ilog ng Loboc o mas kilala bilang Loboc River sa  mga turista ay muling nanumbalik sa isipan kong nais nang mamahinga. Ngunit, ang aking buhay na diwa ay naglakbay sa ikalawang pagkakataon sa masarap na pananghaliang aking natikman noong araw na iyon kasabay ng saliw ng magagandang musika mula sa isang mang aawit. Sinabayan din ito ng indak ng mga katutubo sa kalagitnaan ng paglalayag. Hindi ako nag-iisa sa paglalayag sa Loboc, lulan ng isang malaking bangkilas, kasama ko ang iba pang turista na nagsasaya. Maihahalintulad ko sa piyesta ang kapaligiran noon—matiwasay ang paligid at lahat ng tao’y nagagalak.

Halos dalawang dekada na pala ang lumipas noong ang aking murang isipan ay mamulat sa mga naggagandahang pulo dito sa Pilipinas. Tulad ng isang ordinaryong yagit na namuhay sa daigdig ng pangarap at pantasya, ako ay isa sa mga nag-asam na gawing realidad ang bawat istorya na produkto ng aking kamusmosan at tuklasin ang mga bagay na nasisilayan lamang ng aking mga mata sa libro at sa “black and white” na telebisyon. Hindi man kasing ganda ang kanilang larawan ng mga nakalathala ngayon sa peryodiko, ngunit, para sa akin, ang mga tanawing iyon ay walang kapantay sa kariktan.

Bitbit ko ang pangarap na iyon hanggang pagtanda at hanggang sa ako ay maging hinog upang magpasya sa mga bagay na nais kong tahakin. Supilin man ng panahon, pagkakataon, at balakid sa buhay ang aking pagnanais na maglakbay, nanatiling matatag at matayog ang aking pangarap na marating ang mga isla na unang binigyang buhay ng larawan.

Ako ay tila nasa alapaap pa sa unang pagtapak ng aking paa sa lupang ang sa akin ay banyaga. Marahil ay dala rin ng isang oras na pananatili sa himpapawid na aking naranasan sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon. Ang samyo ng sariwang hangin na nanunuot sa aking kalamnan ay tanda ng isang kaaya-ayang pagbati sa simula ng aking pagtuklas sa panibagong dako. Ako nga ay nasa pulo na ng Visayas.

Butterfly Garden

Hindi ko lubos maisip na ang maliit na isla ng Bohol ay siksik sa yaman. Ang akala ko noong una’y mayroon lamang itong Chocolate Hills at Tarsier, bukod pa rito ang Panglao, subalit, ako pala’y isang mang-mang nang tumambad sa akin ang katotohanang ikasisiya ng bawat tulad ko—isang taong sabik sa yaman ng kalikasan. Ang buong pulo ay puno ng  tanawing hindi lang bubusog sa mata ng bawat tao, ngunit pupukaw rin sa ating puso. Ito ay tila idinisenyo sa bawat bayan upang bigyang buhay ang buong isla. Ilan sa mga tanyag ay ang Hinagdanan Cave, Virgin Island, Balicasag Island, Man Made Forest, mga lumang simbahan tulad ng Baclayon at St. Peter at marami pang iba na naghihintay lamang masilayan ng bawat Pilipino.

Simbahan ng St. Peter o ng Loboc

Kampanaryo (belfry) ng Simbahan ng Loboc

Ilang araw bago ang unang anibersaryo ng aking paglalakbay noong ako’y unang makarating sa Bohol limang buwan na ang nakilipas mula ngayon. Ngunit, ang ala-ala ng bawat dako ay nananatiling sariwa sa aking isipan at tuwing  ito’y aking binabalikan, ako ay bumabalik sa  panahong lahat ng bagay sa aking paligid ay maaliwalas. Hindi ba’t napakasarap balikan ng mga sandaling tayo ay masaya?

Dumarating ang panahon sa  ating buhay na nais natin ng pagbabago at gawin lamang ang mga bagay na makapagpapasaya sa atin. Ang tanging inaasam natin ay mamuhay sa daigdig ng kaligayahan. Ang daigdig na mahirap marating para sa karamihan, ngunit kayang marating ng iilan. Ako ay naglalakad sa kalagitnaan ng Man Made Forest ng Bohol noong aking mabatid na ako’y nasa daigdig ng kaligayahan. Dinig ko ang saliw ng hangin kasabay ang pagaspas ng dahon ng puno at langitngit ng Kamagong. Dama ko ang lamig ng kapaligiran dahil sa pagkakakulong ko sa bisig ng kalikasan. Pawang kulay lutian ang aking nakikita saan mang dako ako tumingin. Ako ba’y nasaan? Ako ay nasa Pilipinas. Dito ko rin pala matatagpuan ang daigdig na hinahanap ng karamihan. Bawat hakbang ko sa Man Made Forest, ako ay nagagalak. Sa anong kadahilanan? Dahil doon ko napagtanto ang kakayahan ng bawat Pilipino.

Man Made Forest

Batid ko na alam ng bawat isa na tayo rin ang dahilan ng unti-unting pagkasira ng ating kalikasan, na ang ugat ay ang kawalan natin ng disiplina. Nang makita ko ang matatarik na puno ng Kamagong, ako’y biglang nabuhayan ng kalooban at napaisip, “kayang kaya naman palang gumawa ng mga Pilipino ng isang obrang makakalikasan tulad nito, bakit kaya hindi tayo gumawa ng maraming Man Made Forest sa Pilipinas.” Alam kong iyon ay posible.

Protesta sa hindi mangangalaga sa kalikasan

Muli ako’y naglakad hanggang sa nilapitan ako ng isang ginang at nagwika, “sir, bili na po kayo ng buko.” Ako’y sumagot, “sige, bibili ako pero kunan mo muna ako habang nagpa-planking.” Yun ang kauna-unahang pagkakataong ginawa ko ang isang bagay na aking kinaiinisan. At ngayon ko lang napagtanto na bawat planking na aking gagawin, kahit na ito pa ay hindi na uso, ay magiging tanda ng aking protesta  sa bawat taong hindi mangangalaga sa ating kalikasan.

BEST OF MY HOME PROVINCE: A TRAVEL GUIDE TO ZAMBALES

Wake up! Stop dreaming about roses, chocolates, exclusive dates, fancy restaurants, and cheesy moments. Love month is over. Get up, ransack your closets, and prepare your most comfy summer attire. Keep your school manuals and reading materials in a box, file your leave from work, get your phone, contact your friends, relatives, officemates, dates, and plan your vacation. Tell them that you’re gonna take the lead in planning; that they need to relax and put respite on their busy days.

Since it’s officially summer, this is my simple way of helping you plan your itinerary to Zambales. For the purpose of giving directions, I am going to use public transport because I don’t own a car.

Things to remember first:

1-      Zambal is not the main dialect in Zambales, it’s Tagalog. Only those located in the Northern tip of the province speak Zambal. Also, most Zambaleños speak fluent Ilocano.

2-      Olongapo is part of Zambales. It’s the first town (the only city) and transport hub of Zambales. Terminals of buses to other parts of Luzon are located here.

3-      Subic Bay Metropolitan Authority (SBMA) is different from Subic town. Most tourists commonly refer SBMA as Subic, not the Subic town.

4-      All towns in Zambales are accessible via public transport (jeepney and bus). Transportation is not a problem except those in far-flung barangays.

5-      Zambales is easy to explore. As long as you know its 14 municipalities, you no longer need a map.

6-      Zambales has the best mangoes and pastillas.

Once you put these 6 things in mind, you are good to go.

Zambales map

BUS TERMINAL AND FARE MATRIX IN PHILIPPINE CURRENCY (PESO)

DESTINATION	VICTORY TERMINAL AND FARE				ESTIMATED TRAVEL TIME FROM BALINTAWAK (in hours)
	Caloocan	Cubao	Sampaloc	Pasay
Olongapo	202	207	207	218	2:40-2:50
Subic	221	226	226	236	3-3:15
Castillejos	230	235	235	245	3:20-3:30
San Marcelino	247	252	252	262	3:30-3:45
San Antonio	260	265	265	275	3:50-4
San Narciso	272	277	277	287	4:05-4:15
San Felipe	282	287	287	298	4:20-4:30
Cabangan	301	306	306	316	4:30-4:40
Botolan	332	337	337	347	4:40-4:50
Iba	342	347	347	357	4:50-5
Palauig	364	374	374	384	5-5:10
Masinloc	403	408	408	418	5:25-5:45
Candelaria	422	427	427	437	5:50-6
Sta. Cruz	451	456	456	466	6:10-6:20
Masinloc	403	408	408	418	5:25-5:45
Candelaria	422	427	427	437	5:50-6
Sta. Cruz	451	456	456	466	6:10-6:20

*Genesis (Cubao and Pasay) and Saulog also have trips to Olongapo.

Subic Bay Metropolitan Authority (SBMA)

ATTRACTION	ENTRANCE FEE (in Peso)	FARE (From SBMA gate in Peso)
Zoobic Safari	449	400
Tree Top Adventure	Package starts at 350	150-160
Ocean Adventure	500	400-450

*Minimum taxi fare is 70.

Zoobic Safari

If you want to experience exotic wildlife, this is the right place for you.  Aside from tigers, its natural environment makes someone feel that he is actually having encounters with wild animals in their own habitat.

There is a restaurant inside that serves affordable food. I suggest bringing your own snacks though, beverage and other refreshments like ice cream and popsicles are a little bit pricey. The management allows food inside as long as you don’t feed the animals. Safari can be toured in 5-6 hours including lunch and the animal show.

Tree Top Adventure

Wanna feel an adrenaline rush? Conquer your acrophobia? Or just pretend to be braver even just for a day? You must try this adventure. Tree drop is a must! Get a package in order to save cash in case you want to experience most of its adventures. In Tree Top, breath of fresh air and jungle-like view are a plus.

You can spend at least 2 hours here depending on your package and the number of visitors; the more the visitors the longer the queue in every adventure.

Ocean Adventure

After the wildlife and jungle, it’s time to experience the marine life. Watch sea lions and dolphins perform, wow their audience and show how adorable they are. Swim with the dolphins for 45 minutes and pay P4,200. Yes, you read that right, four thousand two hundred pesos. I am sure that would hurt my pocket but according to a friend who recently tried the encounter, it is priceless.

Happy Aleli while swimming with a dolphin. She’s wearing her priceless smile.

There are several beach resorts in SBMA, but I haven’t tried exploring its seas except when I had a quick night swimming at Camaya resort way back in 2009. Cargo ships that are very visible to my eyes dissuaded me from swimming. It gives me a feeling that the sea is exploited. This is just me.

I love the night life in SBMA though—very frisky and relaxing. Bars by the seashore are the most visited; with Pier One as the most famous. Restaurants are also dotted in the area— from the most affordable to the most expensive. Not to mention the casino and hotels. Whenever I have time and budget, I bring my family here to experience an atmosphere of the city in the province once in a while.

Reminders and Directions:

-I would recommend that you use your car if you are traveling with your whole family or with a group. SBMA is only 2 and ½ hours from Manila via SCTEX. The cost of commuting and having your private transport is almost even if you’re in a group. Besides, it’s hassle-free.

-Take a bus bound to Olongapo. Get off at Olongapo terminal. Ride a yellow or red jeepney to SM Olongapo. From SM, walk through the gate until you’re inside SBMA, and then rent a cab to your preferred attractions. Though there are buses inside SBMA, your only choice is to hire a taxi.

Islands and Beach Resorts

Zambales is a hit for many because of its unspoiled islands and beautiful beach resorts, making it as one of the most favorite vacation spots in the Philippines (yes, I pronounce! J). Its accessibility to Metro Manila and nearby provinces also contributes to its popularity.

Anawangin Cove

Nowadays, who does not know Anawangin? This is the most renowned and sought after cove in Zambales. Due to irrepressible hype, it becomes congested during summer especially in the month of April. When you try to visit it in January or February, the cove is all yours. Albeit it turns as congregation of campers this season, Anawangin still has its beauty.

There are two ways to reach Anawangin: via land and water. By land, you need to trek Mt. Pundaquit for 4-5 hours. By water, a boat from Pundaquit will take you there for 30-40 minutes. I haven’t tried to traverse Mt. Pundaquit, but travelers claim it is a very rewarding experience. I’ll do it next time.

Nagsasa Cove

This is the sister of Anawangin, and I have to be fair, Nagsasa is more beautiful. Aside from it looks more bucolic and picturesque, it is less crowded too. Its pristine waters hemmed by the mountains are soothing to one’s eyes. It got me charmed in an instant.

Photo by: Agnes Navales

Nagsasa is accessible via boat from Pundaquit for 1hr and 15 to 30 minutes.

Capones Island

Capones is famous for its lighthouse that was built during the Spanish era. It’s a good side trip in case you plan to visit either of two Zambales’ coves. Don’t forget to ascend to top of the lighthouse to get a glimpse of the peerless view of the West Philippine Sea.

It would take you 25-30 minutes from Pundaquit to reach Capones.

I’m also including here the Camara Island as another quick break in your journey going to Anawangin.

20 minutes via boat from Pundaquit.

Pundaquit

Though it serves as the jump off point to many islands and coves, for me, Pundaquit is a gem on its own. It also has a cove-like characteristic because it reclines in between mountains. Stay here until sunset and you will witness how the sun seamlessly recedes in the island. You can find classy resorts here too.

Reminders and Directions

-Hop a bus to Iba or Sta. Cruz Zambales. Get off at San Antonio public market. Ride a tricycle to Pundaquit (P30/each). From Pundaquit, hire a boat to any of your desired island/cove. If you missed your trip to Iba or Sta. Cruz, choose Olongapo instead. Get off at Olongapo terminal, and then ride a bus or jeepney that passes through San Antonio.

-I suggest you make reservations early for the boat. If you don’t have any camping gears, there are also tent for rent in Pundaquit.

This might help:

Contact person: Alvin Bonan

Numbers: 0928-779-9849 and 0917-993-5166

RENTALS:

TENT: 2pax- P250, 4pax- P400

BOAT: (Round trip) From Pundaquit to

Anawangin Cove- P200-250/ pax

Capones Island- P200-250/ pax

Camara Island- P200-250/ pax

Nagsasa Cove- P300-350/pax

Taliyasin -P300-350/pax

Smallest boat can carry 4-5 pax. Largest or the ferry boat can carry a minimum of 20 pax. Kuya Alvin can also provide a service (tricycle) to pick you up at San Antonio Market.

Prices here are as of March 2011. I’m not sure if the rates are still the same until now. You can save money if you’d do island hopping. Before, I rented a boat for 5 persons to Camara, Capones, and Anawangin for a day trip and paid discounted amount.

Crystal Beach

Crystal Beach resort is located in San Narciso, Zambales. Its friendly environment makes it a good venue for recreation, team building and family get together. It provides good spot for surfers as well. I have been here for numerous times but each visit feels like the first time.

Reminders and Directions

-There is a restaurant and canteen here. As much as you can, bring your own food because goods are a little bit pricey in the resort for budget travelers.

-Ride a bus to Iba or Sta. Cruz Zambales. Get off at San Narciso. Take a tricycle to Crystal each.

Magalawa Island

Magalawa Island will always be my personal favorite among the islands and beaches I visited in Zambales. Every time I think of Magalawa, I always remember the tranquility that snagged me while I was gazing at its scintillating white sand beach and sitting under a tree untroubled. The picture of me camping alone, feasting on variety of sea foods, and resting without minding the ticking of clock was a scene to reprise over and over.

Reminders and Directions

-You can camp here or stay in one of the resorts in the island. You are free to bring food. Worry less if you didn’t have enough because there’s a cafeteria here that serves affordable food. Palauig public market is out of way. So I discourage you to entertain any idea of buying raw food in the market. Buy goods in Manila or in Olongapo instead.

-Ride a bus en route to Sta. Cruz. Get off at  Brgy. Pangolinan, Paluig, Zambales (you will see a Pangolinan sign at the right side of the highway).  From Pangolinan, ride a tricycle to Brgy. Luan (20-25 minutes). Fare is P150 if you rent the whole tricycle. They usually allow maximum of two passengers per tricycle because of the rough roads. From Brgy. Luan, ride a boat to Magalawa Island (10 minutes).

Potipot Island

Potipot is the most prominent white sand island in Zambales. Although it is situated in the second farthest town of Zambales, tourists are willing to travel extra mile just to have a feel of its powdery sand. Potipot is a very small island that looks like a scoop of ice cream from afar. You can explore the whole island in less than 30 minutes just by your feet.

Reminders and Directions

-If you want to stay overnight in the island, I strongly suggest to bring your own tent. Although there are cottages and tent for rent in Potipot, there’s no way to make reservations because the management follows first come first served basis. Since it is just 5 to 10 minutes away from the mainland, where a lot of beach resorts are situated, you can just stay in any of the resorts that suit your taste and have a whole day visit in Potipot. There is no electricity supply in the island when I last visited it in April 2011. Even if there’s a water supply, toilet is a problem during summer due to heavy influx of people.

-Ride a bus bound to Sta. Cruz, Zambales. Get off at  Brgy. Uacon, Candelaria, Zambales. Walk or ride a tricycle to your preferred resort. Rent a boat to Potipot (400 roundtrip for 4 persons).

Mt. Tapulao

Mt. Tapulao is slowly gaining its reputation not just to mountaineers but also to travelers wanting to experience a worthy climb. I haven’t climbed this mountain yet, but a story from a mountaineer-friend would be of great help to those who long to conquer its summit one day. (story of tramping philippines)

Photo by: trampingphilippines.com

Mt. Tapulao is located in Palauig.

President Ramon Magsaysay Ancestral House

The ancestral house of the most loved Philippine president, the late Ramon Magsaysay, who died in a tragic plane crash, is located in my beloved hometown Castillejos. Since you will pass thru it before reaching Zambales’s beautiful islands, might as well include it in your itinerary. Inside, you’ll get a glimpse of his life during his childhood and when he became the chief executive of our country. Sometimes, it feels good to trace the lives of our previous presidents and be inspired by their legacies.

Directions

-Ride a bus to Iba or Sta.  Cruz. Get off at Brgy. Sta. Maria chapel. The ancestral house is located beside the chapel.

Mapanuepe Lake

Mapanuepe Lake in Aglao, San Marcelino  may be considered as one of the least recognized spots in Zambales, but it has already been featured  on Destination of Truth, an American TV series. This lake was formed during the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo. Flash floods submerged two barangays which later on formed into a lake. Now, only the cross of the sunken church is visible—a limpid testament how catastrophic the Mt. Pinatubo eruption was for Zambaleños.

The lake looks calm with scenic mountain framework, but its story remains disturbing and enigmatic. Visit tips and directions here

If you are a fan of old churches, you might be interested to visit these houses of worship in Zambales.

Upper left: Botolan. Upper right: Iba. Lower left: Sta. Cruz. Lower right: Masinloc.

Zambales is not only for Zambaleños, it is for the people who know how to take care of our environment regardless of nationality.  So if you are only going to tarnish the natural beauty of my home province, just stay out. And if you are a resident but participating in the devastation of its natural wealth, shame on you.

I’m indeed fortunate and blessed that I have all these in Zambales. If you think I have already explored enough, I’ll be honest, I am just starting because I am sure there are still a lot to discover about my home province.

If you visit Zambales this summer, you’ll end up singing this: “I wanna dance in Zambales, I wanna feel the heat in Zambales!” LSS right?  🙂

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Last Monday, I posted these questions on Facebook: What do you love most about Zambales? Which for you is the best place in Zambales?

Here are some of the answers:

Ng Clara: Punta de Uian kuya.. sa Pundakit San Antonio, Zambales. 🙂

Jans Julhusin: Potipot Island- it’s like having our own VIRGIN version of BORACAY!

Dane Policarpio: Definitely Mt. Tapulao. Punished us for 2 stormy days last year that’s why we came back to redeem ourselves and did a dayhike on this mountain 2 months ago. Semi-absurd and insane idea of dayhiking the highest mountain in Central Luzon but it was worth it.

Jhoy Lagman: Anawangin island is one of the best when we visited 1st time in 2009… Sad part when we visited last yr dami n nagbago, pero we still enjoyed the island…

Mary Anne Mendoza:  I really love the idea na nasa tabing dagat yung rest house mo. I have witnessed the development of your tita’s rest house, and every time n pumupunta ako dun (4-5x na?!?) there’s always something bago. So I always look forward to visit the place. Everytime I am back home from that “resort” super stress free and relax yung feeling. I really love the place kc I always feel at home! Beautiful place + Good friends + friendly people + “Micro budget” = Happy Us!

Maria Isabel Reyman: I love Pundaquit and Subic beach. It’s fun to reminisce our childhood days.

Sarah Jane Trimor: Island hopping in San Antonio

Avriel May Visitacion: I love Zambales beach.

Aleli Geraldino: Valentines day was memorable to me. I’ve finally found someone to celebrate it with. I had  a splashy date with Cito & Kira, two of the  adorable dolphins in Ocean Adventure Subic.  It was a “dream come true” for someone who loves the ocean. I’ve been yearning to touch them, to kiss them and to swim with them and that dream materialized last month. I’ve  traveled all the way from Cebu to experience this once-in-a-lifetime dolphin ride encounter. The experience might be pricey to some tourist, but at that moment, I didn’t care, I was living on a dream and from what I’ve experienced? It’s priceless.

 I hope to include yours too.

Poster made by: Felix Guiang

My First Sunrise at Mt. Pulag

My eyes coyly opened in a deviating region. I wanted to get back to sleep but my body was uncooperative. I turned left and right, but my attempts were fruitless.

Time check: 12 midnight.

Temperature check: 6 degrees.

I was wearing layers of clothes: 3 pairs of socks, 1 shirt, 3 sweaters, 1 jacket, 1 shorts, 2 jogging pants, 1 pair of gloves, 3 bonnets, and a scarf to cover my neck. Yet, I was still chilling. I woke up feverish so I grabbed a paracetamol inside my bag to ease my intensifying body temperature. Legs and back ached. My lips also hurt. Good thing that my swollen gums were numb due to 1000mg of pain reliever and anti-biotic I took before I sleep. Battling with Hypothermia was the last thing on my mind.

“I’m going through an ordeal,” I told myself.

At the same time, I was thinking that maybe something is being prepared for me few meters from where I was.

I laid down again wide awake hearing only two palpable sounds apart from my heartbeat.  One was emanating from the powerful winds that incessantly strike our tent and second was coming from a man on the other tent that snored like he was being cuddled by a magic bed. At some point, I felt envious at him.

Adding to my tribulation was the call of nature dragging me to get up and face the more freezing temperature outside. The huge formation of fog at Mt. Pulag, Camp 2 was like a monster that would eat me alive once I step out, especially in a wicked hour. Thus, I’ve chosen to curl under my blanket, and let my kidney sustain the fluids that seem to overflow inside my body.

That moment, all I want was to keep my remaining energy and sanity for me to be able to continue the trek before sunrise. For three hours—12 midnight to 3 in the morning—consciousness visited me consistently, leaving me sleepless for the entire night, for the entire freezing night.

At half past 3 I started packing my things to prepare for climbing the summit of Mt. Pulag, the second highest mountain in the country, next to Mt. Apo. I didn’t imagine myself trapped in this once in a lifetime experience. I remember it was only two weeks ago when I saw a wall post on Facebook of two happy campers-slash-mountaineers-slash-couple Dane and Agnes, inviting their friends to join their climb. Since Mt. Pulag is one of my dream destinations (some people are sick and tired of hearing this because I always say this phrase), I gave myself just a night to decide. The next morning, I put all my apprehensions to rest and pressed the green button to join.

I was talking to myself again—but not hallucinating—while packing. “One of my dream destinations. One of my dream destinations. Okay. A dream. A destination. Most of the time, dreams are elusive. In this case, it is not just elusive, it is also high. In order to reach a dream, we have to invest something. And to realize this dream, I invested time, patience and strength.” I was still in deep thought about my other dream destinations when a very familiar voice resonated from outside. He was screaming a name which I recognized immediately.

Leo… Leo… Leo…

One of my friends was calling me, signaling that in any minute we would proceed to conquer the peak of the coldest place in the Philippines. I counted 1, 2, 3, inhaled and exhaled, and opened the thin nylon that served as my shield from the temperature. Then I pronounced that I was one of the bravest men on earth when I finally got out.

Other campers (my new found friends) were huddling in one corner and cursing the coldness of the night that passed while sipping a cup or even cups of coffee. I grabbed a cup too and consumed it in just a couple of seconds. I never realized coffee would taste that good. It even lifted my spirit and my almost immobile blood circulation.

Time check: 4:30am. We then started our assault to the summit.

We started moving our feet towards the highest point of the mountain with high hopes to behold the most impeccable rising of sun and formation of clouds. The entire place was concealed by darkness and fog, making it necessary for one to carry a flash light.

After taking hundreds of steps on the uneven areas of the mountain, I felt that sweats started to ooze underneath my jackets, but still countered by the chilly breeze.

There were about hundreds of people belong to other groups who also joined our attempt to reach the highest peak of Mt. Pulag. Most of them were I think first timers like me, judging it from their reactions while they were pursuing the climb.

The wind blew harder when I was 3 meters away from the summit. It was when I felt that it clashed with my remaining energy. I moved quicker as I conquered Mt. Pulag’s most steep part, until I landed at its peak.

It was still dark when I reached the top. Just like other spectators waiting for the sunrise, I sat and patiently waited while preparing my gear to capture what is perceived to be the most amazing show on earth. After a couple of minutes, slowly, the sun began to peek.

With hundreds of people around me, I stood in the middle steadfastly. Although many of them started to recite their litany of praises for the unfolding scene before us, I heard no voices and I’ve seen no movements. For me, everybody was quiet. Everything in motion became motionless.

I was held in captive by the sun splitting the clouds while stretching its horizons over the mountains. When the sunlight spread throughout the summit of Mt. Pulag, it revealed the seemingly called heaven in the Philippines—the sea of clouds.  I knew I wasn’t dreaming nor was I staring at a painting, it was real. Although it was hard for me to believe that a masterpiece such this exists, the scene was real. Reality is awesome!

I touched my back and legs, there was no pain. My body was also callous of the cold. I forgot any physical discomfort this climb brought me for the bliss to see this kind of view was overwhelming. I simply cannot get away with it.

Adorned by grasses trimmed at its perfect shape, Mt Pulag looked like a meadow. But instead of sheep, human beings herd on it to feed our voracious eyes with wonders.

We started descending after more than an hour of stay at the summit. Like other campers, I was very ecstatic as I traced my way back. Never did I anticipate that what I witnessed would be way beyond than what I expected. The long travel time and the easy-but-kinda-strenuous trek for physically inactive employees like me were paid off.

Our complete group picture. (Thanks guys!)

We were back at our campsite for breakfast and to prepare for another 2-3 hours of trek to the ranger station. From there, we endured another long hours of travel back to our home. But I was asleep the whole time, until a man woke me up.

Time check: 2:30am, Monday.

Temperature check: 29 degrees.

Okay. I am back in Manila.

I Turn Red Lights Off When I Travel

“There is freedom in exploring especially when I encounter unfamiliarity. There is bliss when I see mountains and seas. There is sense of fulfillment when I reach new destination. There is sense of belongingness when I feel accepted by locals in an unknown community. Every new place I conquer, though it has already been discovered by many, is a new life because it is unique, and for me it is my discovery.”

Paved road going to Mapanuepe Lake

We may have different stories and beginnings when we heeded the call of wanderlust, but the moment we responded to the call, even if we have different reasons for choosing to be nomads, we already establish a common ground—we travel to heal.

Why did I say so?

I heard a lot of interesting narrations from travelers why they have chosen such to be part of their lives. Even ordinary people share their longing to travel and explore the Philippines and the world someday. Heartache is one of the many reasons though not the dominant one. In order to forget an unrequited love and pacify the pain, people go far away. They prefer to be alone and enjoy their solitude while traversing the seemingly unknown road, or sipping a cup of coffee or reading a book by the beach to mend what is broken and to find peace in their hearts and minds again. Some climb mountains and scream their hearts out at the summit to be relieved from the pain even just for a moment. Eventually, they healed and found new love in traveling.

For workaholics, they travel to unwind, get rid of their workload, and sometimes arrogant bosses for a number of days. So by the time they are ready to work again, they feel revitalized. Whenever workaholics feel burdened by work, they look forward to travel once more in order to heal their weak physiques. Little did they know that traveling is their weekly or monthly dose of medicine. Same goes for the sick— sunsets, blue skies, flying birds, mountains and seas cure them. Nature heals them.

A few people close to me look forward to traveling when they retire. And some want to file an early retirement for them to explore the world before the beauty of nature wanes. There are some in their 50’s and 60’s but still travel. Despite aging they travel, because traveling heals aging.

How about young professionals and students? How does travel heal them?

Everything went unexpected.

2010 was one of my most memorable years in terms of personal growth. I experienced to work for 25 hours when I dynamically participated in the much-touted national elections. I pursued law. Two months after I enrolled, I got a job promotion. When I was both fulltime student and employee, I read at least 6-8 hours a day and only managed to sleep for 2-4 hours every day. Eventually, I got exhausted and left law school. I was very frustrated for I thought I abandoned one of my dreams. My friends, mentors, and two law professors convinced me to go back but I said I needed to rest. Then I spent one night writing a long feature story, specifying my reasons of leaving so people would end their harangues on why I ditched my dream.

I bought my first DSLR which I named Lala a week after the tempest about law school raided me. Then I contacted my friends to join me on my first travel that year. Amid all the frustrations and stresses I had, I unearthed peace on Puting Buhangin in Quezon in October. It was my first healing. The next thing I knew I was planning my next trip, reading travel blogs, starting my own blog and making pledge to myself that I would travel at least once a month and share my stories with people. Everything was like a breeze, I returned to my first love—writing—and discovered new life and passion in traveling and photography.

Then it suddenly felt like I was in a race.

After my first Quezon trip, I began mapping out travel plans. November was full. I visited La Mesa Eco Park, Bataan, Nuvali and Enchanted Kingdom of Laguna, Tagaytay’s People Park, and had my first climbed on Mt. Batulao in Batangas with new found friends.

I just woke up one day that it was already December—my birthday month. Getting accustomed to celebrating it, I invited my friends to join me in Subic and Bataan. I started with short and budgeted trips before I embark on long journeys which of course entail bigger funds.

I explored Quiapo, Intramuros, and Luneta Park when January 2011 came.

In February, I went to Zambales to experience Pundaquit beach during the less humid season. I also visited Pampanga to witness how giant hot air balloons float in the air. On its last week, I found myself sitting comfortably on a Deluxe bus going to Baguio for Panagbenga Festival and to be reunited with my two high school buddies.

From Baguio, we went straight to Sagada in March. It was a fulfillment of my dream. Eversince I was a college student, Sagada has always been my dream destination. It was when traveling felt surreal for the first time. But March didn’t end there. A week after my one week vacation, I tagged my brother and cousins to join me in exploring Anawangin Cove, Camara Island, and Capones Island in Zambales. Before the month expires, I discovered Puerto Galera’s abundant nature.

Holding a wild berry from Sagada

I realized that it was already April when I saw our neighbor’s yard filled with golden yellow petals fell from Golden Shower Tree (April showers). Summertime was exciting! On Semana Santa, I toured all 14 towns of Zambales and visited the church of each town as part of my Visita Iglesia. I also conquered 2 islands and 3 beach resorts. Magalawa Island was my new discovery. It was in April when I failed to attend my home province’s Dinamulag Festival, so instead of getting upset, I rode a cab to Manila Ocean Park. Same month, I met my fellow travelers in Corregidor Island and drew inspiration from them.

During my first solo trip in Magalawa Island

May didn’t come as a surprise. I knew I would have to spend it in Metro Manila as I need to save up for bigger trips in the coming months. But it was hard for me to keep work as my daily routine. I broke the cycle thrice when I headed to Antipolo, Marikina, and Batangas during the three weekends of May.

Rainy season started to beleaguer my plans when June arrived. Though most of my planned trips did not push through, I have had the best trekking experience when I vanquished the arduous 3-hr trek to Mt. Pinatubo together with a group of travelers on June 4, 2011. After, I treated myself to a very relaxing volcanic ash spa.

July and August were my coldest travel months. I only visited Malabon Zoo and didn’t go out of town. But the good thing about it was I was able to spend most of my weekends with my family.

September didn’t start good. I cancelled my trip to Puerto Princesa, Palawan due to work-related concerns. I think it’s already part of a traveler’s life—to plan and eventually cancel it to give way to other pressing matters. But it was pacified by a food trip in Binondo and an outline of my autobiography which I long to write in the future.

After tree planting activity of Center for Environmental Concerns (CEC)

I was counting the days before Christmas when October barged in. It was fast. Since all of my major travels were in Luzon, that time, I’d given in to my desire to conquer Visayas. I toured Bohol for 3 days. Finally, I can call myself a traveler because I had already boarded an aircraft.

I was back in Luzon in November. I got mesmerized and petrified at the same time with the story of Mapanuepe Lake in Zambales. I also entered the ancestral house of our late President Ramon Magsaysay.

December was very unprecedented and kinda expensive. I made it special. Aside from indulging into the buffet dinner at Shangri-la and dining in at various classy restaurants in Metro Manila, I also flew outside the country for 6 days for the first time. Macau and HongKong were my destinations. After my vacation and  holidays, I noticed that my pockets were empty but I’m  full inside.

Yours might be diverse, but that’s how I discovered my passion in traveling.

Senado Square, Macau

Students and young professionals have various reasons why we love to travel compared to those who got settled, had built their own families, and managed to have stable jobs but still travel. We, in a very broad perspective, are still finding ourselves and our niches unlike them who have already mapped out vivid paths to take. Rooms for growth are ahead of us because to say it bluntly and in most likeliness, we are still nobody or we are still carefree. So traveling helps to heal our cluttered minds for us to clearly realize our goals in the future. In times we travel—be it with our friends, partners, or we are alone—we are in our peaceful state. The more we travel, the more we allow ourselves to be in that state, the more we attract positive thoughts, and the more we gather strength—physically and mentally. Disparate from people who never really go out and wander, our dreams in life are more lucid.

I know that everybody wants to travel, but only few are brave to see the world beyond utopia. If money is what hurdles you, I always say that traveling is not about budget, it is about passion. You can always find ways to save and start traveling.

Let’s travel while we are young. To those beyond the boundaries of youth, it is never too late. Products of science are there to help you relieve that aching bones and muscles. Remember what I had written earlier that traveling heals aging. On the contrary, traveling heals the crispness of youth. It develops us to be mature individuals with a lighter and younger hearts, and tougher minds.

So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and explore!

What does sunset mean?

Have you ever wondered why the sun sets between afternoon and evening? Why its hues appear like fire in heaven? Why every time people pass by and witness the ebbing sun, we stop, stare, and feel consoled?

Two kids fixing their lambat (fishing net) after a plenty catch

Sorry to rupture your expectations, but the answer is nowhere to be found in this piece because until now it is still a mystery. And I want those questions to remain as questions for finding the answer might lose the clandestine glory of sunset.

Mama Mardita and Auntie Minnie while sharing stories and gossips 🙂

Everyone has his own interpretation on the onset of darkness—from a traveler’s view that has seen various sunsets during his travels in the country and abroad, to a local of a place where sunset is an afternoon delight, to a person from urban place who only takes glimpse of sunset whenever he escapes from his cramped milieu. Depending on one’s perspective, I believe that sunset conveys different meanings and I also agree that beautiful and other terms related to it is an understatement.

Mama tries to demonstrate something only she (and my aunt) could understand

I was lucky to have beheld beautiful sunset again on this year’s All Souls Day with my whole family. It has been the family’s tradition to visit my aunt’s rest house in Sabang, Morong, Bataan during this holiday ever since my uncle bade farewell on earth due to heart ailment. We didn’t gather to mourn, but to catch up and celebrate life despite of the trials everyone is going through.

Aling Lucing and Lola staring at the majestic sunset while chatting

That time of the day, I also captured candid moments of people important to me with the impressive backdrop of sunset. And no matter how I try to be creative with my writing, it cannot produce leverage with the artistry of twilight, not even my edit-less photos.

The bestfriends

I unremittingly clicked my shutter to catch the abstract formation of several shades in the sky. And when I looked at the end product of my snapshots with silhouette images, for the first time, I was the first to admire my photos. Then I realized that those I captured were special ones for they tell stories of happy people. Try to look at the pictures again, without words, they speak.

My cousins MJ and Gem enjoy the beach

I have read a lot of descriptions, articles, definitions, features, and short stories of sunsets from people with different backgrounds. The way they thread words after having a glimpse on it and the manner they share their thoughts are more than enough to show how perennial it really is. Aside from boundless praises they bequeath, it is undeniable that sunset has the power to transform them into a writer.

MJ running over me

Have you noticed its ability to make dark days bright ones? How it has quelled one’s wary mind?

People who chance upon the mystic view of sunset while they were happy became more ecstatic; others who were burdened somehow felt that the load on their shoulders became lighter; and those whose hearts were disconsolate felt their pain within turned out to be lesser. I call it magic which even a genius cannot discern.

Sunset and low tide Sabang beach

When I posted my pictures of sunsets on cyberspace, my intention was to spread something that would inspire others to travel or at least spur an urge that would lead them ditch their regular routine and take some time of their busy days to savor the same feeling of appreciation I acquired after watching the setting of the sun. I didn’t expect that people would give their views on it. Some said that it signifies that another day has come to an end and every day is beautiful. One commenter also stressed it illustrates that God is everywhere, while a friend stipulated that sunset is a sign that we should reflect on the things that we have done the whole day.

Wherever you are in the world, there is sunset (it’s different in the southern hemisphere though). For me, sunset is the extension of God’s love because it hugs the whole humanity with transcendent marvel.

So I ask, what does sunset mean for you?

Clatters behind the Halcyon Mapanuepe Lake

It was Sunday night when I had to repel playing hide and seek with sleep again. My eyes were ready to retire but my mind was still wandering somewhere South. Too bad it happened when I needed an 8-hour sleep to gather strength for my activity the next morning. If thinking too much can burn calories, I will make it a nightly habit. Yet, it wasn’t about gaining weight or my next adventure disturbing me that night. I’m sure it has something to do with the stories I heard and fervently absorbed—new, eerie, and unpretentious. More than that, I was rooting out for another discovery. After what I had witnessed earlier that day which draws an eternal impasse with the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo 20 years ago, I was musing if I should I look for a new find. I almost acquired pinched nerve remembering the events that transpired the whole day. I recalled the stories over and over, until I lost track of time and lulled to a soundly sleep.

Wild ducks are everywhere in Mapanuepe

What had really happened that morning?

I tapped Jhez’s back while she was gazing at the lake and the mountains aplomb to protect it. Then I asked our boatmen about their own experiences and the legendary stories in the area. Minutes later, my palm tried touching the surface of the water and the indulgent winds started sweeping my hair. When everything around me seemed tangible, it plummeted unto me that I wasn’t really dreaming. Though it felt surreal, it was real. Being carried by a boat, my flesh was like floating on the water while navigating the vastness of Mapanuepe Lake.

Me and my travel buddy, Jessanie

We explored Mapanuepe lake for more than an hour including our attempts to climb the peak of the church’s cross which is the only remaining structure seen in the area. Our boatmen also docked the bangka on the other side of the lake for us to have a view of the life amidst the undulating portion of mountains that orbited Mapanuepe. When we stepped out of the bangka, one of our boatmen (Alvin) brought us to his nipa hut erected in arrears the profuse vegetation. Here, we learned that barter system still exists in this part of Zambales. They bring fruits and vegetables to the town proper in exchange of meat and rice grains.

Other part of the lake

It didn’t take us too long to plan for this trip. When Jhez, my travel buddy, sent me the link of an article wrote by Gael Hilotin about the places to visit on Halloween—which includes the Mapanuepe lake—and asked me to go with her, “no” answer was not in the options. I agreed on her invite since we are neighbors in Castillejos and we were planning to spend the long weekend in our hometown.

Mapanuepe Lake

At Aglao, San Marcelino, Zambales lolls a product of once livid Mt. Pinatubo. And it only takes one volcanic eruption to create a contour of a body of water that is perennial and enthralling—the Mapanuepe Lake.

The water looks transparent during our visit

Contrary to some notions that it is creepy, the lake looks irenic and to some extent is greater than calm. Its location gives the impression that it is intended to be there. No one would ever perceive a body of water enclaves by highlands as monstrous. Would you?

This is the peak of a submerged hill. Now, it looks like an islet.

The story behind the formation of the lake would really give horripilation to those who hear it, especially if you come to know that it got featured on American TV series Destination of Truth entitled “Ahool and Pinatubo Monster.” Some locals claimed that they saw a 7-8 feet unknown creature swimming in the lake. However, when the crew of the Destination of Truth explored it (they really hunt the said creature), they didn’t see any. Then later on experts say maybe the shadow that townsfolk see under the water is only schools of fish forming a huge creature-like when view from above. The monster creature may be a fiction but the story about the formation of Mapanuepe—though tragic—is something treasured by the residents of Aglao because it reminds them of the history of their old village and how it gave birth to another gem.

It is not new to those born during the 80’s that Mt. Pinatubo’s eruption in June 1991 was considered as one of the worst volcanic eruptions in the world. Zambalenos were among those who felt the toughest assault. While people were busy rescuing their lives, Mt. Pinatubo was also hewing another wonder. The lahar flowing down the volcano blocked the passages of the main river and other tributaries around San Marcelino. When incessant rains poured harder, the rivers overflowed and caused flooding. Since their passages have been blocked, the waters found new paths and spilled through the villages of Aglao and Pili. Eventually, it submerged the two barangays. The old Aglao totally eradicated in the map while only part of Pili got inundated. This scenario gave birth to the lake.

Submerged 2-story church of Santa Barbara

Attempt to climb the cross

There were no reports or figures of the fatalities when the two villages mutated into lake. According to our boatmen who live in Aglao, the residents were notified of the peril that might happen that is why they were able to evacuate before raging waters swallow them alive. Lucky for them if it was true. But I am really cynical about it. Why? We, Filipinos, believe that our church and faith will spare us from cataclysmic events, whether it is man-made disaster or force majeure, once we sheltered behind the church’s wall, we will be safe from any obnoxious elements (I am talking of the natural occurrences in our environment not of salvation in another world). It was the same mentality of the people of Daraga when they sheltered in Cagsawa church that eventually devastated by the lava. Maybe, just maybe, when the floods started to deluge parts of Aglao and Pili, some of the residents ran to the 2-storey Santa Barbara church aside from climbing to higher places for rescue. But unfortunately, the church has not been saved from the wrath of nature; it almost vanished and sunk to now Mapanuepe lake. That explains why only the steal cross of Santo Barbara church is visible. Until now, there is still no account as to how many innocent lives were there when it got submerged, if there were any.

Photo taken by Jhez

While we were touring the lake, our boatmen continued to unfold every little detail of their experiences and memories when the movie-like scenario was happening. They were like preachers to us presenting the before and after face of their village. I was more interested on the “after-scenario” though, because I wanted to find out if some stories I have read relating to Aglao were true—or I just really needed to hear it directly from them to scare the hell out of me.

And my assumption proved me right. We were told that every year, the lake takes one life, and if it fails to, it would take two lives the following year. Residents also claimed that they hear screeches coming from the lake at night. They were also taken aback how two marines disappeared mysteriously when they were swimming at the lake. I know these kinds of folktales seem like a replay of the same stories we hear from locals living in remote places. In spite of that, it felt different hearing it from people who witnessed the turn of tide. At the end of the day, it isn’t about hearing creepy and disturbing stories that matters, but how they ended the day breathing despite of their lurid ordeal.

Road going to Aglao

Jhez and I boarded our rented-vehicle succeeding our trip in town next to ours sans feeling alien in our own province. We were also relieved knowing that the mining nearby the lake has stopped its operation which brings back the healthy water of Mapanuepe. It was polluted with mercury leaking from the mining operation before. The bumpy and dusty terrain that took us 1 hour and 30 minutes to traverse from San Marcelino public market to barangay Aglao (including few stops to take photos) was hosted by the revelation of two panoramic sights: the left side denudes dessert-like landscape whereas the right side parades green fields.

Desert-like area

It is irrefutable that Mt. Pinatubo eruption crafted something for the people—something to be appreciated and revered following its ire. It washed out lives but replenished it with wonders. After Mapanuepe lake, what else will burgeon and will be discovered?

Green fields on the other side of the dusty road

(One thing I had observed though, most of the townsfolk didn’t know that the lake is called Mapanuepe. They refer to it as “Lawa.” When I asked our boatmen where does its name come from, they said they don’t have any idea. They also claimed that foreigners gave its name just recently. When I was doing my research, some online articles stipulated that it got its name from Mapanuepe river, there is Mapanuepe valley, that Marella river is one of the major passages blocked by the lahar causing the floods, but none of them have been brought up by the locals and they were clueless about it. Okay, let us say that they don’t know about the Marella river, but it is still surprising that Mapanuepe is anonymous to them given the fact that there is a river and valley named after it. Manong driver, who lives in the area for more than 40 years and serviced us during our trip, also didn’t know that the lake is called Mapanuepe. I was supposed to go to the municipality of the town to inquire but it was closed. On my next visit, I’ll proceed to the tourism department of San Marcelino and I’ll update this blog whatever it is I will find out.)

YOU WANT TO EXPLORE MAPANUEPE LAKE?
HERE ARE THE TIPS:

VIA PUBLIC TRANSPORT
-From Manila, ride a bus bound to Iba or Sta. Cruz, Zambales. There are Victory terminals in Caloocan (Monumento), Cubao, Sampaloc, and Pasay (fare: P250-300)

-Get off at San Marcelino (third town from Olongapo)

OR

-From Manila, ride a bus bound to Olongapo. Get off at Olongapo terminal then ride a jeepney or bus going to San Marcelino (fare: P35)

-From San Marcelino, ride a jeepney going to Aglao (45minutes-1hour) (fare: P35)

IMPORTANT!
-From Mondays to Fridays, jeepneys from San Marcelino public market going to Aglao only leave once in the morning and return once in the afternoon. Pls ask their schedule.

-On weekends, it leaves only once in the morning (and never return… hehe… kidding) and will return back to town the next day. You will also wait for looonnggg hours (1-3 hours seriously) before the jeep departs from the town. Since we went there on a Sunday, we rented a tricycle so we can get back to town any time after the trip. If you have extra budget, I recommend that you rent a tryk. It’s very convenient to have a service because you can drop off at any area of your choice and take photos. Plus, you have the control of your time. Rent starts from P500-600 for 2. Most parts of the road aren’t paved yet.

-Boat rental starts from P300-P500 per boat regardless of the number (of course it depends on the capacity of the boat, a small one can’t carry 10 persons). For P300, you will only go to the sunken Sto. Nino Church, that’s it. For P500, you will tour the whole lake and get the chance to interact with the Aetas if you choose to trek to their village located on the other side of the lake.

-Bring enough water and food.

Exploring Virgin Island

Dear Virgin Island,

I received a lot of outrageous reactions from my last post. My first day in Bohol didn’t turn good as I expected so I want that incident meet its natural demise. When I planned for this trip, aside from the chocolate hills and tarsiers, it was really you I was dying to see. And yes, it was a pledge that I would never leave your home without visiting you and spending ample time with you.

Summer of this year when I first saw your beauty on a publication. From that time on, I started living under your incantation. Your occult appeal never fails to paint smile on my face and inspires me to go beyond the comfort of my zone. When September ends, I began counting the days before I see you. And believe me, marking my calendar waiting for that day was pain in the ass.

My first dilemma came on the second week of October. Weather experts announced that a tropical storm will pay you a visit. With my fingers crossed, I was hoping that Ramon would be very quick as it has the tendency to beleaguer our time together. I’m so grateful that He saved you from detriment and further devastation a day before I flew to Tagbilaran.

I checked my itinerary, and it said that I was bound to meet you on my third day in Bohol. When the right time finally came, I made sure that I was fully-rested so in case you make me weak, I would never run out of energy.  From Tagbilaran, I had to leave my hotel early because before seeing you, dropping by at Alona beach and Balicasag Island shouldn’t also be dodged. You were the last I scheduled to visit because I was saving the best for last.

When I left Cliffview at Tagnan, Panglao, it was only you I was thinking even in an ungodly hour. The thoughts of you transformed my gruesome day blithe and lightened my disconsolate heart. Even the most annoying “Good morning sa inyo…” commercial of a coffee brand which I heard 3 times when I was taking my breakfast flopped to divert the fantasies of you running on my mind. You were lovely even before I see you. How much more when I’m with you?

The 30-minute ride from the city to the beach was not a torture, for my eyes gobbled on the abundant environment of your home. It was the day when the peeping bright skies showed no sign that it was only three days when Ramon threatened your dwelling. I docked at the Alona beach first, sailed through Balicasag Island and stayed there for quite some time. I finished my hefty meal—fresh sea foods that came from your home’s copious sea. Then off I went to navigate the sea again for 40 minutes.

It wasn’t a long boring wait for the desire to have my restless feet touch your powdery white sand was very potent. From the distance, your alluring formation was inescapable. You were at the right place with an impeccable angle. You don’t just captivate one’s attention, but without you knowing, you can effortlessly cuddle a soul.

At last, the long wait is over. The moment our boat anchored at the shallowest part of your water, I made the quickest and most energetic jump. It was a meet and greet of a lifetime and the best part of my experience in Bohol. Oh wait, did I inform you that you just fulfilled one of my dreams? When I started to travel same month last year, I listed the places I dream to set foot on. Among those I’ve crossed out were Sagada, Puting Buhangin at Kwebang Lampas, Magalawa Island, and just last week, it was you.

Virgin Island, your C-shaped sand bar is something that makes you idiosyncratic. You blew me away and made me pick my words one by one on your flashing sand just to get the right description that fits you. Even the verbose and word connoisseur would run out of words just to give fairness to your beauty. The midday sun that hurt my skin suddenly turned into oblivion and everything around me started to cease to exist because it was the moment where we collided.

Curiosity has also taken its toll on me with regard to your name, so I asked our boatman about it. He said that your name—Virgin Island—derive from “being uninhabited.” Though you have frequent visitors, unlike other islands in Bohol, you remained to be untouched. He also added that you vanish during high-tide and only the branches and leaves of the trees growing on your soil are seen. I jokingly replied that I thought you were island for the Virgins. Because if that is to be believed, you will have fewer visitors, or worst, no visitors anymore. Forgive me for being naughty at that.

Souvenir photos were not enough to make my visit with you worthy. I promenaded along your sand bar together with other travelers—both Filipinos and foreigners alike. I took the opportunity to do the never-to-miss-thing-at-the-beach which is the jump shot. I lay down. In tribute to Quezon City Congressman Winnie Castelo’s anti-planking bill and to express my opposition to it, I planked. And it was the best planking I had so far. I tried and failed to be an acrobat when I tumbled. I’m sorry, I didn’t dance though, If only I knew how to, I could have danced to the tune of “Teach Me How to Doggie.”

I had explored both ends of your white sand bar and enjoyed it to the fullest. I did this for more than an hour which even the wailing sun failed to prevent me from doing so. The urge to stay was hard to resist but I had to say adios because the sea was not getting calmer anymore. When it was time for me to leave, more than being distraught, I felt rewarded because no matter how rare this opportunity could be, He gave us the luxury of time and good weather to be together. I will carry our memories together and I will always remember how lovely you are.

Thank you for the memories, Virgin Island. I promise to be back.

Leo