Camiguin: Early Morning at White Island

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There was one more thing we were to do in Camiguin before we make our way back to the airport, and then back to being drones in our mundane worlds. We had to see Camiguin's one and only white-sand beach, White Island.


We had to get up early for this one. Our flights back to Manila/Cebu departs around 2 p.m. that day and the Cagayan de Oro airport was in another island, literally. It would take us at least 4 hours to get there from Bahay Bakasyunan in Camiguin.


Anyway, some of us, myself included, were a little apprehensive about forcing ourselves to get up that early. We were in vacation after all. But knowing we had to make the most out of our short stay, we got up and headed out. Totally worth it. Totally. The hues of the Mindanao sunrise that day was spectacular.


White Island is on the western side of Camiguin. Our hotel was on the eastern coast. The sun was high up by the time we got to the boats that will take us there. The small island can be seen from Camiguin's western coast. The boat ride will take you no more than 30 minutes.


White Island is actually only this strip of white sand, this sandbar, in the middle of the sea. The island has no shade, no trees, no land. Just sand. It still fascinates me how fine and white the sand was compared to how coarse and black the beaches are in Camiguin mainland.


We had a little swim, our photos taken (yes, jump shots included). It was our final relaxed moments before we headed back. Before we even got back to the city, though, stress crept its way up our faces. We ran a little late that five minutes later, we would have missed our flights.


All's good, though. We knew everything was worth it. There were eleven of us in this trip. Successful, I should say. And we never really realized it but we were in fact celebrating the twelve years that we've known each other. Twelve years. Twelve freakin' years! That's a long time. We did not know it back then but what we started in high school was going to stay with us for the rest of our lives. You couldn't get a friendship more real than that.

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Central Luzon: Trek to Mount Pinatubo

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Having grown up during the 1990's, my view of Mt. Pinatubo has always been that of volcanic disaster in monumental proportions. Its June 1991 eruption destroyed much of the region, ending a way of life for many of the nearby residents, impacting global environment in its aftermath.


Now, almost two decades later, its 1991 caldera has formed a brilliant blue-green lake. Lake Pinatubo, they call it. Seeing it, how serene and peaceful it looks, you almost forget how much power it wields.


The idea of seeing it for myself came about last year when it became a popular site for mountain hiking and trekking. Some research told me how easy it was to organize a trip. It became even easier when I saw that local travel groups offered to take people there. So we signed up and away we go.


The whole adventure begins in the Pinatubo tourism office in Capas, Tarlac. From there, you take this 4x4 jeep. Indispensable, really, as it can negotiate its way through the desert-like lahar wasteland you need to pass through to get to the trek's jump-off point.


Getting to the caldera is easier now. Just a few years back, the trek would take one to two hours, as opposed to the 20 to 30 minutes it takes today. Back then, you spend more time on foot, than on the 4x4. What changed the whole game is this road they call the Pinatubo skyway.


The vast lahar wasteland ends at some point and all you have is this valley, this canyon, whose very rough terrain is only passable by foot. Thus, they paved their way on top of the mountain range, creating a road on the plateau--the skyway--bringing the trek's jump-off point closer to the destination.


The trek is easy enough. You can even follow the very clear trail to the crater by yourself. For those uninitiated in the ways of mountaineering though (such as myself), it will best to go with the guide the tourism office dispatches with the 4x4.


The morning we hiked our way to the crater, the weather was a little foreboding. The air was a bit cold and definitely wet. And there was this mist over the mountain peaks. Strangely enough, it heightened the whole experience. For me, at least.


The short trek was well worth the pay-off, excessively, if I may say so. Especially when that which will welcome you is this grand scenery, this beautiful landscape you'd be hard-pressed to find anywhere else in the country. At this point, the best thing to do is to sit down and take all of it in.

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Camiguin: Spring and Fall

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Upon arrival on Northern Mindanao's island paradise Camiguin, we did not waste any time laying around. After checking in Bahay Bakasyunan, we hopped on our van and headed off to see a "spring" and a "fall." Ardent Hot Springs and the Katibawasan Falls.


The road to Katibawasan Falls is a treacherous one. The waterfall is hidden somewhere in the island's interiors surrounded by a tropical rainforest. At some point, the pavement disappears and all you have is this dirt road on the side of a mountain. It is all worth, though. The waterfall is lush and beautiful.


Katibawasan is a really high waterfall. As you approach it, you will hear the sound of the water falling on the side of the cliff. And as you stand before it, cold wet wind will literally blow onto your face. Not surprisingly, the water here is very cold, like fridge cold. You'll have to suffer through it, though, to get near the spot where the water touches the ground. Being there, you will find yourself standing before something awesome and breathtaking.


Come to think of it, it is the first waterfall that I have ever seen in my life. Maybe that's why it took my breath that much. I'm really more of a "sea" person and I haven't done much forest exploring or mountain hiking. Only now do I realize that this was another first for me. That's good.


The other place we went to is called Ardent Hot Springs. They have a restaurant here so we ate here for lunch. They serve hearty Filipino dishes. So be prepared to stuff your faces. Anyway, as I am not really a big fan of hot springs, I didn't do any bathing or swimming. Instead, I practiced my slow-shutter-ethereal-water-photography or whatever it's called. :)

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Travel Log: Bitten

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I stumbled upon this rather unassuming series on television once on the National Geographic called Departures. The show is basically a travel documentary. It caught my attention as I was flicking through the tube because, well, as a general rule, I stop clicking whenever some form of travel show is on.

I have heard it once or twice before but I heard it again on Departures. Before doing the show, one of the hosts showed his most precious collection of plane tickets and passes, gathered through his extensive journeys around the globe and back. Then he said something about the travel bug. It was something that bit him as a kid. He was bitten hard. My reaction was visceral. I smiled.

I'm guessing I, too, was bitten.

All my life, I have lived in the same city, spoke the same language, ate the same food, saw the same sights. So when I was taken out miles and miles away from where I lived for the first time, it was an experience.

For the first time, when people talk to me, my ears hear words but the words don't register. For the first time, I ate rice but wrapped neatly in a banana leaf weave. For the first time, my eyes were seeing views larger than what I thought the world was before.

In one of the trips I was organizing for a group of friends, one contemplated the thought of everybody just staying in the city and going for a corporate-sponsored run. Instead of the out-of-town trip, we'll just go for a fun run in the city. While that is indeed a viable option for some, to me that is just unthinkable.

When I set my mind to going somewhere or doing something, I make damn sure they happen. No matter the costs, no matter the time. It's not like travel opportunities will stop coming. It's more like, hey, the opportunity is already here, what's holding me up?

I am not judging here. It's just that to me, actually being in a place far from my daily routine, actually experiencing the air there, the ground, the sky, is incomparable to next to nothing.

Experiencing something totally new and something out of the ordinary breaks you free. Somehow, you get to experience a higher form of freedom. And I have yet to imagine anything greater than that.

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