THE TENTH DAY OF May 2009, Mother's Day to all mothers, found me again training with Boy Toledo and Ernie Salomon along the trails in between Guadalupe and the Babag Mountain Range. We three just had a successful night navigation training on April 25, 2009 wherein we followed the Babag East Ridge Pass for the first time and stayed overnight at Manwel's Peak.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
AREA 1 OF THE CEBU PROVINCIAL Government is now safely gripped in the hands of Tactical Security and Detective Agency, Inc. after assuming their task on April 1, 2009. Operations on the Cebu Provincial Capitol, the Cebu South Bus Terminal, the new Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center, the Cebu International Convention Center and other peripheral areas went on smoothly as it is ably steered by the new professionals in the security industry today.
Periodic troop information and education as well as the constant monitoring and inspection of all security personnel, equipment and security procedures were conducted and implemented on all big detachments and single posts. On-time release of salaries and prompt action of requests, personal and work-related, have motivated all security guards to perform well and placed them in a state of high morale and a pride of belongingness with an agency who knows how to take care of them.
It could not have been possible were it not for the dedication and hard work done by the current crop of security officers and office staff who made extensive effort to accommodate every concern of each security guard and to the areas where they are assigned. Tactical Security's two telephone lines and eight cell phones under the Sun network have been ringing regularly accommodating such requests. Also, the “Big 4” have been giving extra support and motivation to the former when crunch time came.
Elsewhere in other fields, Tactical Security were able to assume its brand of security service last June 1, 2009 to the Philippine Amusement Gaming Corporation (PAGCOR) in Lapulapu City, to include its satellite casino inside Dakak Beach Resort in Dapitan City, Zamboanga del Norte; and deployed twenty-seven (27) male and female security guards, eight (8) assorted firearms, five (5) UHF radios and other security equipment.
Tactical Security were also able to snare another rich trophy in taking the security functions of the prestigious Sacred Heart School-Jesuit, located in Canduman, Mandaue City, into its area of expanding responsibility. Nineteen (19) security guards, nine (9) pistols and revolvers and five (5) UHF radios were deployed and used during the takeover on June 16, 2009. Security officers voluntarily patrolled all access roads every day directing traffic and gave support effectively to the guards manning their posts.
But the biggest buzz came with the awarding of Area 2 of the Cebu Provincial Government to Tactical Security after a competitor fell short of its contract to provide an able security service to all its province-wide operations and properties. On July 1, 2009, Tactical Security absorbed all the security operations of Cebu Province's district hospitals starting from the north down to the south and in the islands of Bantayan and Camotes.
Besides that, Tactical Security assumed control also of all province-owned lots in Cebu City, Minglanilla, Naga and in Malapascua Island plus the governor's patrol boat currently moored in Olango Island. A total of one hundred and nine (109) security guards were added to the troop strength of Tactical Security wherein twenty-seven (27) revolvers and nine (9) shotguns were issued.
Tactical Security have never been in a position before in it's history wherein it rode the helm of the tiger's back. This year is a banner year for Tactical Security. A time of good bounty from its marketing hunt backed up by unquestionable service and able control of its existence. It had sparked great pride among its ranks. It had spawned a yearning to reach the plateau of excellence. It had given impetus to be a top-notch security agency worthy of its name. Tactical Security does all things for your security needs.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
There is no description, whatsoever, of the joys I have experienced on the trails and in the wilderness; accepting the hardships and dangers as mere challenges that never lull my desire to feed my burning spirit within. The love of the outdoors is just a reflection of the love and acceptance of the self just as my unhampered movement is an echo of my first steps of a long journey.
Ever since the mountaineering fad had bitten me during the time when I attempted my very first climb at Mount Daraitan in the Sierra Madre in 1988, I could not anymore still the urge to reach more of these same dizzying heights and gawk at exhilarating sights which few eyes have seen. Just a few, because not all can afford to give their time to tackle difficult and ruthless terrain and not all possess a sturdy body and mind to withstand the rigors of climbing a mountain.
Formally, in 1992, I joined the Cebu Mountaineering Society as a means to exercise my love of the outdoors. My first climb with them was in Mount Pangasugan that ended in near-disaster when the guide lost the trail. That difficulty gave me the chance to prove my worth to the club through my stability and calmness under pressure. However, our overall strong resolve to survive brought us home safely and from there it created a great bond amongst ourselves. From there we became even better mountain climbers.
Although affiliated with a group, I never lost my sense of individuality and the desire to take the trails by my own lonesome self was developed. On several occasions, I just walked away from civilization on my own and find the silence justifying and a good elixir to finding the answers of troubling problems.
From there, I would treat each climb as a campaign. I would prepare myself physically back then by running 10 to 20 kilometers up a steep road twice a week and another weekend trail run - all before a climb. In between I would squeeze in cragging and rappelling. And, once on the trail, I would set a blistering pace and be the first to arrive at the campsite. Then I would claim the privilege of setting up my tent on choice sites.
My preparations were once tested on the trails of Mount Apo in 1994. Members of a popular club from Manila have this rude habit of overtaking everybody on the trail. They were very noisy and loud and and have no qualms whatsoever about trail courtesy. Yes, they were fast and strong but they were not agile. For two days I raced with them uptrail and I find them lacking in imagination and flexibility and left them behind many times over in the ruts of their own conceit.
Those were the days when mountaineering was a free-wheeling and attractive hobby and sport. Those were the days when the grass were taller and the trails wilder. Days when free-spirited men and women blaze the trails and preceded those BMCs and LNTs by years. Days when the heavy load you carried are nothing behind your back and drowned by the chance to shout at the top of your voice on the apex of a peak!
After Mt. Apo, my climbing sessions with my club became few and far between. On the average, I would climb with them once in every two or three years but never have I slowed down on those few occasions I rejoined with them. In between those few sessions, sometimes, I would lead a group of tourists or be side by side on the trail with a guest. Free-lancing as a mountain guide back then have taken hold of me and I deduced to myself where would it take me. The last thing I would ever do is turning a hobby into a stable source of income and that defeated my prejudice against commercialization of mountaineering. So I let it fly away and I vanished from the scene.
Fast forward to today, many people and groups have made mountaineering a lifestyle and shackled it with a set of rules. A venue to showcase branded gears. A chance to remember exercise only when their image in the mirror are not of their liking. Now everybody loves the outdoors and soup-alphabet groups sprout like mushrooms here and there and vanish from the scene without ever touching our consciousness.
Watching from the sidetrails, I could already see the order of things to come and they are not too good for my own comfort. I am used to doing things on my own and have despised anything or anyone's dictum that would hamper my freedom of movement. In many ways than one, there are others like me.
My thoughts are basic and straightforward, yet, too elemental to be tamed by a system of rules. I am a warrior who yearned of the old ways. I will walk my own trail in my own good time and pace. I will light my own fire in a campsite of my own choosing. I have done this before and will do so again. I am a free mountain climber!
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