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Guinkamote Peak And The Beauty Of Getting Lost
It was a blistering, sunny afternoon. Lost in the heart of Toledo’s scenic highlands, the only sound I could hear was my heart beating as loud as Lars Ulrich’s drum. There was no house, local farmer or even a livestock in plain sight. Standing on top of a hill, I soon saw trails branching into different directions. Unsure of where to go, we felt officially lost in the middle of nowhere, following our hike to Guinkamote Peak. And, guess what? It was a moment of bliss for me. The thing is, I’m addicted to getting lost, especially in highlands like Guinkamote Peak. Untouched mountains like Guinkamote Peak are, to me,…
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Mount Lanhan: A Silver Lining In Sibonga’s Highlands
They say every cloud has a silver lining. And on an uneventful week scarred by a series of mishaps, Mount Lanhan was my silver lining. Unheralded and likely scenic, Sibonga’s towering sierra was my last hope of kicking off the year on the right foot. In spite of the unfamiliarity and rumored short trail, I was willing to take a chance on this mountain. I had to infuse the optimism that makes things more fascinating and beautiful in my eyes. And, Mount Lanhan might be the hopeful prospect or cure to a seemingly lifeless week. A few months ago, one of my hiking buddies, Beth, forwarded a Facebook post highlighting…
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Panadtaran, San Fernando: Unleashing My Inner Carefree Child
When we were kids, all we wanted in life was to be grown-ups. Back then, the idea of becoming an adult was so alluring. We daydreamed about our ability to make our own decisions and live life on our terms. Ironically, we, years later, realize that those were the best years of our lives. As matter of fact, most of us wish that we could travel back in time to the carefree years of our youth. As kids, we thought adulthood means absolute freedom. But, the reality is, it’s mostly stress and responsibilities. On the bright side, there are still plenty of ways to temporarily escape the pressures and burdens…
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My Wondrous Journey To The 11th Best Cebu Blogs Awards
It was 4 hours after midnight. I was on an early flight back to Cebu, following a solo trip in Singapore. Like most of my solitary moments, a universe of ideas and a sequence of memories were filling my head. I was imagining of heart-pumping thrills, picture-perfect hikes and meeting strangers in a foreign land. What’s more, I was planning on creating something unique and remarkable that might change my life’s direction. But, as wondrous as those thoughts were, I felt like I had to sleep and take a breather. After all, I barely had any sleep, for the past 72 hours, exploring the Lion City at night and attending…
