It was through an invitational post on Cebu Wanderer’s Group that I got a chance to visit Toledo – the gateway to the western part of Cebu Province. It is the home of the Atlas Consolidated Mining and Development Corporation, now Carmen Copper Corporation. Planning to join a treasure hunt as well in Toledo City? Here’s what what we found.
Gaining friends in the mountains is quick and easy – trailfood and few shots of empe’ are the key. But keeping them for life is the real work. Sooner or later, the group will disband; each one will follow trails that would lead to the summits of their own lives. Somehow, the group chat comes alive, but most the year, it lies idly, toppled over by other chats that demand more attention. Truth be told, there are some moments that we can no longer recreate.
But in this daunting age of social media, creativity greatly requires courage. Whatever you post online can either make or break you – even your own opinion, thoughts, or stories. My write-ups weren’t spared from such criticisms. They became subjects of not so healthy arguments. And the critics – or shall I say bashers – didn’t settle with just scrutinizing; they went below the belt. Personal attacks were fired. Curses flew like confetti in a raging war. But you know what hurt the most? It’s when trusted allies turn their backs on you.
But aside from sunset, Lintaon Peak is best enjoyed at night because of its 16,000 LED roses that light up when darkness comes. If you’ve read about my post of Jardin Necitas in Bohol, you’ll know my growing desire to witness these buds glow at night. We were quietly marveling the sunset when out of nowhere the wind became stronger and drops of water began pouring. Wilma and Agustine immediately secured baby Amarise while Badeth instantly assisted Nanay in going back to the function hall where the entrance is located.
I was literally freaking out yesterday. My three year relationship with my phone almost ended when I found out that it can no longer take good photos. My friends kept joking that maybe it was […]
Now, our priorities changed, and those plans (vanished into thin air) were converted into something worth channeling our energies into. Ending our travel pact, was after all, for the better.
We deal with different kinds of ‘what-ifs’ every day. What if I have been chasing the wrong dream? What if I fall into an accident that would prohibit me from hiking? What if I leave […]
Walking has brought me to a thousand different places – even if I’ve been trailing the same road every day. No, this ain’t astral projection, nor was I summoned by Dr. Strange. There’s just something with walking that brings one a step forward to a different dimension far noticed by commuting passengers. Today, it brought me somewhere in between nostalgia and regret.
Our hike to Lake Bensis (fondly called as Pingganon Lake) began with curiosity. What’s in there? What’s on top of that mountain? What awaits for us on the other side? Had it not been for curiosity, many discoveries and explorations wouldn’t have come to fruition. And without curious minds who ask questions and defy odds, we would have to continue believing the truths that have been long deceiving us.
The more you experience the outdoors, the more you’ll crave for more – more challenges, more adventure. As if long dayhikes are not enough, Epifanio came up with another crazy idea over the weekday: to hike at night our beloved Spartan Trail. Though I have been familiar with such trail and have experience three days of total darkness inside the country’s largest caving system, just the thought of the trail’s eeriness made me feel hesitant. Imagine, the canopied trails and river system already seemed disturbing at daytime, how much more at night? But well, wild hearts are difficult to tame.
Dakilanglaagan 