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Itchy Feet

* Some notes from whose itchy feet gone dormant... This nostalgia!

Having given up Netlog logofrom which these blogs originated, I am re-posting… 


·         Tadian's Mt Mugao
Friday, 23 August 2013 at 22:31
Locals gave the moniker Mt Clitoris for the seemingly shape of this crag. The land prominence set among the rolling geography of the place is catching in the eye of tourists. At the base is a lake that is a home to its eels feared for the decreasing number. A photo op even from the national road, kilometers afar, appeals to passers’-by lenses. I have been to the place once during the campaign period on May 2010 when a relative tried the poll for a seat in the town council. My eyes were impregnated with the awesomeness of God’s ingenuity. I uttered profanity for having no way of preserving what a beauty only one can see in those glossy magazines and the web. The greenery of weeds and blossoms was a plain cringe that got us wowing every lag of our service vehicle! You forget about the rough roads, dust and the scorching sun. A one-day travel seemed not enough. Darkness crept in before I had to see the falls trickling atop the mountains. Someday when I get back there, I would be slipping shots of those descriptions.

·         Today
Wednesday, 17 April 2013 at 00:21
Today is my birthday and my co-trekker's. Time constraint suppressed our mountaineering appetite. Sorry for our birthday celeb that has to be moved on May 04. Too sad! There is never enough time when I am with her. As if we own the world being together. We laugh out loud. We giggle too much. We cry out our pains to each other. The sporty friendship I have with her is soon to be pocketed. So sad. And it is getting sadder upon reading her texts saying she is moving to HK with her sisters. I want to keep her stay but I know she has better life in there. I am not trying to say life gets no better here in our native land. Surest thing is it is more fun in the Philippines. But, of course, she saw a better opportunity she thinks she finds in another country. While she is about to leave, I am counting on the mountain tops left for us to climb up to. The Mount Pulag we were dying to make frustrated us last December. Before when I was in Pampanga, I was adding Mounts Arayat and Pinatubo. It seems they would remain just listed. When will I and my co-trekker be geared again for the mountaineering?

·         My Dream Adventure
Monday, 14 January 2013 at 13:28
Restrained in a job for months, I and my co-terre (Greek for earth) trekker binge a break that seemed bad to the body physiologically but pro psychologically. I do not know what anatomy do hard sports enthusiasts have that they can bend, twist, turn upside-down and still breathe. So I and a friend, rural grown-ups who was used to walking kilometers, darn dared us to finishing off the Cordillera terrain if not the whole of the 7, 107 Philippine islands. Yes, why not, we have beauty abound romanticized by poets and novelists that could not be ignored.
Thus, we keep finding days feasible for the both of us. Laid plans we do have. Pre-trek: Purchase camping gear, have doses of potassium ready for the muscle aches and stuff our backpacks with the minimum needs. Set Day 1. Alighting from the vehicle, we do some stretching. Itching to get atop the mountain, we have to move on and on and on. Let the breeze with the swaying of the canopy blow dry our beads of sweat. Come the rains to our delight of mud war and wet look. There goes my poetic tongue grow rhymes.

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