Osmena Peak - Kawasan Falls Traverse

Broke camp at 7 AM. Sun was shining and the skies looked promising. We're just six hours away from the waterfalls.

Going to that paved road.

Stopping by the water source for some cold water sprinkling

PawPaw leading our group of 5
Waiting for Paw's signal

Therese leading this time. Girl power.
Met the rest of the group in a chapel for lunch. Rested for a little while and proceeded hunting for cold waters. We took the other trail, the one that was not the half moon. I don't know what it was called. Feel free to let me know.

It was almost an hour walk from lunch site to the river. Just so you know, I am so in love with fresh water. Even the sound of it makes me so excited, I'm all smiles!!!

Fresh water in sight!!! Just a few more steps away. I'm feeling so jumpy.
Campers entering Kawasan Falls via back door. No entrance fee here unlike the other entrance XD
Kawasan Falls has 3 levels. I've been here a couple of times but not on this (3rd) level.

Swimming to that little curtain
SO COLD. My teeth hasn't chattered in a while. Photo by Julius.
Mini waterfall. Its size is dwarfed compared to the first level's but it's better coz you don't need a raft to go under it.
Cliff diving =) =) =) 
I looooooooove cliff diving!! We climbed onto that wall on the photo above, just around 15-20 feet. I wish it was higher.

Mini-trekked down to the rest of the waterfalls (love the river sounds) and onto the highway.

This is the first waterfall, and the largest among them, that you'll see when you enter Kawasan Falls via front door.
Took the 3-hour bus ride home. So much for semestral break.

Osmena Peak, Dalaguete

We took the bus which left at 10am from Caltex near USJR in Carbon. Php100 for a 3-hour ride. The ride wasn't that comfortable. Our knees were touching the seat in front of us and we sat next to live chickens and vegies but if you got good company, the chicken included, the ride won't really be a torture. It took us directly to Mantalongon Market, probably the highest wet market in the province. 

If you take the buses in South Bus Terminal, you drop off Dalaguete highway and take a 20-minute habal-habal ride to the market. I hear it's a fun ride.


On our way to those mountains
Adidas rock
It's an hour walk from the market to the campsite. If you don't feel like walking, you can take the habal-habal which will take you to the foot of the peak and walk for just 10 minutes more. If you plan to arrive at midnight like some of the guys in our group did, then this route will be best. Unless you really want to night trek.

 It was very cloudy when we got to the camp site. The hill on the left is Osmena's Peak.

Lots of campers that day. It was the first weekend of the semestral break. 

Foggy!!

View from Osmena's Peak. I wonder whose those other peaks are. Would be great if one of those is named after me.

With my pretty sister, F. It took a lot of convincing for her to spend the weekend with me.
Group photo by Tikboy
 With Jah who carried our tent the whole time. Looks like heaven! Photo by Julius.
Thought we were unlucky that day. It was so cloudy we couldn't see the sunset.
But then the clouds moved away and there you have it.
That time of the day when the colors play in the sky.



The night sky was a beauty. I hadn't seen as many stars ever--some shooting and falling, can't really tell the difference. We were lucky the sky was clear that night, not a cloud covering it, which also meant no rain. It was so cold already without the rain.

We didn't have any decent photo during camp at night especially of the millions of stars because Gerard aka Tikboy who had the only camera capable of capturing it was seeing other kinds of stars brought about by Tanduay and whatever it was they were drinking.

No bonfires. Just headlamps, layers of cloth on our bodies, music, food, cards, talking, playing and laughing. The only things missing were a guitar and a lipstick to paint the card game loser's face.
And we had a firefly inside our tent! Lovely company.

You know what they say about people in the mountains. There's nothing much to do that's why they go to bed early. I guess that held true for the girls that night except that it was too cold, we found it pretty hard to stay asleep.

Woke up to this...




...and breakfast cooking. Packed up for a long walk to some cold fresh water.

Rappelling

At Campo 4, Talisay.
Rappellling off a bridge. Not that high. Just learning the how-to's.
Did this six weeks ago. I can't remember much of the details.

Before this photo was taken, that yellow multicab attempted to cross the river but got stuck along the way. The water was deeper than they thought. A dump truck had to pull it out.


ropes, harnesses, carabiners, gloves

  • When a carabiner is dropped, it's considered broken even when it still looks usable. There could be small cracks inside of it. You cannot throw it away though coz someone might pick it up and use it. You can either keep it (but not use it), or have it x-rayed. The latter is too much of a hassle for a very small thing so they suggest to just attach it to your chest when you get a chest x-ray. XD
  • You must not step on ropes. Rocks and glass from the ground or your shoes could get inside the rope and eventually cut the fibers.
  • There are hundreds of ways to tie a knot.
  • Just do it.
There were a couple more stuff (and terms) that I learned. I just cannot remember any more.


Not that high. Even if you fall you'd still be alive but with a couple of scratches and bruises.

A few cyclists passed (and some stopped) by.  

Notebook Collection

"I collect all sorts of things: coins, buttons, frogs, leaves. Anything but one. Husbands." - my high school crafts club coordinator.

I don't know what it is with collecting stuff but I love doing it anyway.


Notebooks.

I've had this for a couple of years now but it's still small. I can't find my other notebooks. I think they're trapped somewhere under heaps of dust waiting for sunlight.

They're like my happy food. Just last week after our exams I went to La Belle Aurore just to buy notebooks but they ran out of good ones so I ended up taking some sheets of paper with me for free. Well, it's sheets of papers that make up a notebook so it's pretty close to the real thing.

I got a couple of notebooks spending an eternity on the shelves just waiting to be opened. I don't intend to use all of the ones I have. Sometimes I just buy them because they're so cute I have to put them on my shelf and call it mine.

Some of them lovelies:

The smaller notebooks on this photo are the ones I often bring with me anywhere to draw or write stuff onto. Trees, leaves, clouds, poems, rants, lists.

Handmade notebooks I got from Dan. I came across his travel sketch blog (now moved to a new one) while searching for Budlaan on google. He had this static post about giving away these notebooks for free, as well as some postcards, sketch pads and his own artworks. I also got to meet his wife, Kikit, albeit briefly. Check out her blog. :)

Two of the notebooks which I think I will never use. Their pages are too cute to mess with.

I'm a sucker for brown stuff. The tiny one on the left is filled with sketches (also from Dan).

I got too many extra notebooks I couldn't figure out what to do with them so I came up with a Birthday Diary. Every year on my birthday I write down how my day has been and post a picture or two. So cheesy, I know. It just had its 5th entry last month. 

More addicts here.

What do you collect?

Taking Photos For Strangers

This post is a kickoff to my Talk With Strangers series. I've had this blog running for 3 years now and I still haven't told you about my encounters with them. The first few posts will be nothing specific of a particular stranger. I'll save that for later.

. . .


A very good friend of mine, Golda, gave me a gift a few years ago which contained some to-do things each written on a piece of paper. There were probably a hundred. All of them were doable: memorize your favorite poem, say "hello" first, watch a sunrise (I still haven't done this yet).

One of my favorites among the list is this:


OFFER to take a picture.
I've been wanting to do this even before I got this present. I just needed a little push and this note did it. 

I often visit places downtown, churches and museums, and a lot of people -- couples, groups and families -- take pictures for souvenirs. When I see them I feel the itch (and it's really strong) to come up to the one holding the camera and ask her if she would like me to take their photo. After a few shots I hand them back their camera and strike up a very short conversation that usually goes like this:

Them: Thank you!
C: Sure, sure. So where are you guys from?
Them: fdkalgifdsk!
C: Oh.. Well, enjoy Cebu!

I think I'll make a good politician.




So far, only one has refused my offer. I guess I'm no Don Vito Corleone. We were inside a church celebrating the parish fiesta and this father was taking a photo of his wife and daughter. I asked him if I could take their photo but he said "No thanks," so I went ahead and sat on the pew; they finished their picture taking and on their way out the wife smiled at me. Hmmm? 

This picture-taking isn't limited to their cameras but mine as well. A couple of times when I went to the library and museum there were teens who were on an educational tour and I offered to take their group photo and email it to them.

I don't know what it is that I get from doing this but every time I do, I walk away with my lips in a curve.

Dear Photograph

Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.
-Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams


This photo was taken on October 16, 2011. 
The photo in this photo was taken on May 3, 1998.
Same spot. Same angle. A decade's difference.

The cabinets, barometer, lights, picture frames are still where they used to be. The organ is now moved to a different spot; there are new shelves, books, photos and even new members in the house.

It's amazing how in just a single click a moment is captured and kept for years or a lifetime. They'd even make very lovely gifts. Sometimes it's the only memory one will ever have.

Back in the days when analog cameras were the only ones available, photos were more tangible. Nowadays they get stuck in the hard drive or the internet and a single virus could erase them all.

My dad told us that one day when we grow old we'll be thanking him for all the memories he's saved for us: photographs and videos. They get riper with age. I've come to realize the truth in those words not so long after he said that. Not that I've aged fast. It's just that I'm a schmaltz.

Print your photos. Write dates and captions.
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When I was a kid I used to play the keyboard during recitals, parties at home, and even during fiestas at the sports complex. It wasn't that fun. I didn't like the pressure and the attention. Even now, after 11 years, when I meet neighbors known to me or not, they'd still refer to me as the girl who played the keyboard the night Sweeney passed away.

Nearness of You (Cover)

CHOPPY. You'll hear my name somewhere. Clutter.

My originals are horrible.

The photo is inspired by Dearphotograh. It's a trip to memory lane. Reminds me of  the movie filled with so much nostalgia, Cinema Paradiso.

Moving Planet

I was supposed to bike my way to downtown Cebu but as I pedaled 20 meters off the highway the chains went off. Two passers-by were so kind to help me they didn't mind painting their hands with grease while working with the crankset and chains... but we all eventually gave up. It was the same bike I borrowed and the owner forgot to tell me it was broken. I wanted to cry!! T_T I took a cab instead.

Anyway, parts of dowtown Cebu were closed for the Moving Planet / Road Revolution. Save fossil fuels, ergo, no gas.



While I was walking around looking for something interesting, some guy came up and we had this very short conversation that went like this:

Stranger: You're looking old school.
Me: Yeah? (Reviewing my wardrobe in my mind. Nothing old school there, I swear.)
Stranger: Maybe you have a time machine at home.

Don't you just love random conversations. You don't even get to know each other's names.

After lots of walking I met with a friend, checked out some free archaeology seminar and went longboarding (slight!). I was expecting the streets to be packed with bikers and skaters but there were only a few. There's a push race competition in Dumanjug (which looks really fun!! and scary) the following day which was probably why not a lot of skaters were there, plus there's a night ride later that evening.

L - R: Rochelle and Ana. They're like twins!; Noob


There were parkour, vintage bike exhibit, BMX exhibitions and museum tours for free. There weren't really a lot of people and probably some of those who were walking around had no other choice but to... walk. I would have wanted to check out the poetry reading (POETRY READING!! *GASP*) and listen to some live band in Outpost later that evening which was also part of the event but oh well, student duties. #nerd

And I just read from the newspaper today that there'll be another one come October 23.

On a side note: I miss Outpost!! It's one of my favorite hangout places. I'll pay it a visit soon.

On This Day Nineteen Years Ago



20 / 9 / 92 Sunday
Today is Christina's birthday, a day of celebration for today 3 years ago my 1st daughter of the 3 beautiful children was born to a waiting anxious mother and father. A big day of joy for me. My thanks to the Almighty for the great blessings given to us. . .


This was the very last entry from my dad's half-consumed diary I found in an old cabinet last week. How timely. It's amazing how he keeps so much memories. The older they get, the sweeter they become. Sometimes it's the only thing I can look back on.

The gift of years.

I am uncountably blessed.
I am grateful.
Life is awesome. Super.

Morning Uphill Run

Last weekend got me baked. I was out for a series of days, running and working with ropes.

Anyway, I woke up at 4:45am, my body telling me to stay in bed and save my energy. Dragged myself out of bed anyhow.

I was supposed to wear a rashguard for that day's run but I wasn’t sure if it’ll feel good when you are sweating. I know it’s for the waters but I like the look of it. Anyway, I changed into my long sleeves. I feared it might get too cold. I freeze fast.

With the group plus Ronald

Started jogging at 6:00 am (later than scheduled) from the foot of Nivel Hills, Lahug. Lots of stopping along the way. Chats and jokes and ONE biscuit. It was slowly becoming a food trip. Hee XD

Hit it.

I saw lots of cyclists going up and down the road. There were probably 50 and I took lots of photos of them. Talk about frustrations.

More photos of them here.


Ralph (guy on the photo) and I went ahead of the group. Used to jog with him a lot of times at the Oval in Abellana before. Our schedule don't meet anymore coz I run in the morning nowadays.

Before the run I betted that we’ll only be up to Marco Polo Hotel. Most of the people in the group were doing a walkathon :P but we reached Mr. A. I love this place at night!!

Chilling above the city. Time check: 7:30am

I had fun though I would have loved to go further up the mountains. I’ll go back soon with a running buddy or just me alone—me being a loner. The good thing about being alone is that you can do anything you want without having to worry about someone (yourself included) getting left behind. But  running with a group/buddy is fun, too. And safer.

See that silver lining? I don't really know what it is but it’s a beauty.

Jogged with Ralph down to Marco Polo, waited for the others and then walked and talked to McDonald’s for light breakfast.

I was supposed to go to this really really really lovely place that day but I had to postpone it. I figured it would be better if I go visit it some other day.

Cold gloomy morning run on a FRIDAY. Awesome. I'm going back soon. Company is welcome. XD
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