The Raving Lunatic

When I younger, I thought that I was living only for school. Didn’t care a lot. The internet wasn’t there to give me a window to all places else. I complained yes, but whenever it was out of an unfulfilled want due to the obvious fact that we weren’t filthy rich, it was because of the conventional media. We all know Bill Gates, and we couldn’t be luckier because unlike him, we don’t have what it takes to choose our grandparents and our parents as well.

So they all tell me and I also had realized myself that it’s for a bigger picture. Years passed and I still think I’m living for something as dead end as spending most of my time in a day at school. We all need and want something and for all of these, why is it that we all have to work or someone else has to? I grew up in a time when the state of nature is supposed to be in its maturity, yet we still haven’t solved the most killing and problematic of it all: inequity. You either exist to be lucky or to be on the polar side. The foundations of world economy as Adam Smith has crafted has made me unfortunately unfortunate.

I go on waking up every 4AM to go through an 8-5PM ordeal and reach home by 7PM then find nothing else to do besides sleep. I cannot imagine how low and boring my life (to whom liars said had lots of potential before) would go had I not found new outlets to enjoy.

I wish I could persuade everyone to do treks every month. I really like how trekking lifts me up. I always feel that lost sense of my purpose of living every time I’m up on the mountains.

I’d give up everything I’ve invested in, my work and my precious cams to be able to do what this one has for the past years done. Realizing that such a tall dream is actually possible I’ve committed into not dying no matter what until I could go around the world to see for myself what exists that I in no amount of imagining could think of, first hand.

Makes one think, no? Two weeks ago, we went to Anawangin Cove through the Pundaquit mountains in San Antonio, Zambales. I had our trek already posted the day before the trek.

One week ago, in an ironic gesture for a new born well kept from us, providence sent a storm to the country that wrecked lives and money. It also killed two trekkers who trudged the same path we did just a week ago. This rocky land we traversed was still as dry as the desert:

Pundaquit – Anawangin Cove Trek

We went for a two day trek and came hope fulfilled, happy (save for me who came home sick) for yet another easy experience that boasted equally scenic landscapes. There were several firsts again this time which I’ll detail as I go on.

We left Friday night, just as we did last February when we went to Pulag. Dona came with us sporting nice shoes that looked like new. I had to take a picture. She didn’t know what to expect. hehe.

It was in my experience the earliest climb we ever did when we started before 4AM at Pundaquit. The place looked familiar as Bagsit, a staple destination is not far beyond. It rained a lot too. For the first time since last year, I was now able to use my disposable rain coat. I really enjoyed the trail because of the ubiquitous presence of green and blue:

It took several hours of normal walking for us, hiking the mountains of Pundaquit to reach the peak where the sight of Anawangin first greeted us.

Effing breath taking! I tested my zoom lens and the cove is easily seen from our place:

There was also another peak from that place that some of us tried to climb. I followed later on alone to my mistake. Nevertheless, it was equally nice at the top, which was really high up.

From our position, having rested for some minutes, it was then time to hit the cove. This was the most strenous part of the whole ordeal. Everyone was complaining of swollen toes from the force of the climb down. By the time we were about just thirty minutes from the beach, Dona’s shoes now looked like these:

Hehehe. Hey we did the hike all the way down in just six hours, so we deserved to be spoiled. The mini forest made us feel we were experiencing a little bit of everything. It suddenly felt like a jungle in the Amazon:

And the woods in Baguio:

Hell everything about the cove made me feel like I’m not in the country. Over all, it took us six hours to get there. We stayed there doing the following until the next day:

Eating, taking barrage of pics, playing frisbee, kite flying, running, swimming, drinking – name it.

I enjoyed everything no matter where I looked at.

Forward:

Back:

Or up:

By Sunday, we packed everything and went home by boat. What took us six hours the day before we were able to do so in a matter of minutes, amidst the strong waves that made half of my body wet.

There were a few other incidents along the way home but then ultimately, it didn’t matter. I was back at home that night, tired and raging with fever.

I was not able to wake up the following day early. =) Nonetheless… this November, we’re on our way, finally… to Mt. Apo.

That’s a pic of Carlo I took using the clear picturestyle I downloaded off Canon’s website. More of my Anawanging – Pundaquit pictures in my gallery:

http://www.lunaticrave.com/gallery/