THE CEBU HIGHLANDS TRAIL, is best
appreciated in segments. But Gian Carlo and Sheila Mei of the Adrenaline
Romance Blog, thought of it otherwise. Why not walk it in half-segments?
Although I have tried it (and completely forgotten that I did) but, I believe,
it is STILL a wonderful idea. Two weekend days. Overnight. Yeah, why not?
Segment I, the most intimidating of
the eight segments, because it goes up and down through three separate mountain
ranges, cross two major river systems, and break your will huffing and puffing
while carrying your load for 4-5 days. I have walked it straight but once only
last November 2017 and, if only it would be possible, I would not walk it again
that way.
Why not break Segment I into two
sub-segments like I used to during the exploration phase of the Cebu Highlands
Trail and, unintentionally, during the Thruhike of January-February 2017? Why
not indeed? Frankly speaking, it benefits me well. The two-day hike removes the
stress that the third, the fourth and, maybe the fifth day would give to a
person.
Why not? Why not? Oh, why not?
Thank you Adrenaline Romance. You just gave me an idea how to safely proceed
about the segment hikes of the CHT. This blogging couple, is one of my
supporters during my 27-day Thruhike. They even provided me a replacement bag –
a 50-liter High Sierra Titan – halfway in my Thruhike after a local bag created
problems on my shoulders.
Gian Carlo and Sheila Mei, in one
of their articles, choose the CHT as one of the seven destinations in their
bucket list for 2018 but they do not want to hike it through for they simply do
not have a generous time in their lives, they, being company employees. They
fund their trips from their hard-earned salaries and write about it in
Adrenaline Romance.
Their blog is what kept them going.
The couple made mincemeat of any difficult challenges and obstacles and what
becomes of it are well-written essays of their adventure experiences. They are
into rock climbing, scuba diving, caving, mountaineering, snorkeling, canyoning
and, of course, blogging. They walk the talk and, for that, they influence
people about adventure destinations and activities and what gear and equipment
you need.
Gian Carlo and Sheila Mei are
product ambassadors of Deuter and Se7en Outdoors, a local apparel provider.
Aside that, they are honorary members of Project Blue, an environmental
advocacy organization. The couple, from to time, gets invited to cover events
and services with their famous blog as medium like Bluewater Resorts,
Trexplore, Bellevue Hotels, to name a few.
But, today – February 17, 2018 –
their quest of the CHT starts on this early hour at Ayala Terminal, Cebu City.
I would be their guide and we will be walking from Mount Manunggal, Balamban,
to somewhere in the Transcentral Highway in Cebu City. Sounds easy but it is
not. Not because it is difficult terrain, but because of my unreliable memory.
The CHT is a product of traditional navigation. No GPS coordinates. Just memory
only and it wreaks havoc on your itinerary!
The van-for-hire dropped us on a
corner where there is a feeder road to Mt. Manunggal. Astride
motorcycles-for-hire, we arrive at the famous parking lot of Manunggal. We
checked our bags and retrieve items that we need for the hike. It is like a
ritual. At 08:00, we go down a path that leads to the campsite where there are
tents and people. We simply pass by going to a trail that these campers know not.
No, it is not a secret trail.
Locals use this trail once in a while. Only a few hikers walk this trail. I am
a regular here and I once walked it alone on a Good Friday. I talk as I walk
and Gian Carlo and Sheila Mei were laughing as I told them my encounter of a
big snake on this path. I jumped downhill out of fright, rolling and panting.
Who would not? It travelled alongside you!
The path goes through second-growth
forest and an original forest that clung to the steep rocks. The ground is
muddy but we walk on firmer parts. As I walk I also talk about plants. An
unusual vine bear oversized beans. I did not know matchbox bean vines (Local
name: gogo, bayugo) grew here. It is so huge! Showed them
rhododendrons (yagumyum) and Asiatic bitter yams (kobong) and
explained what they for are.
Once we got past the forest I
showed them a speck of white on a trough between two hills. It is a saddle, of
course, and it is our next destination. It is called Inalad but it is
pronounced as Ina-a-a-ad. The quirks of Cebuano vocabulary. We will arrive
there at noon and we do not have to hurry. They were shocked at my casual
disregard of distance.
I have to take it slow. I am
nursing a fever. I have to honor a commitment and I must not let them down.
Also, they must not know about my condition. Slow is better. We must not hurry
or we get stressed out. It is a long day and tomorrow is another long one. I
must conserve my strength for tomorrow for it is much different than today.
Patience would win the day for me.
We go down into a grassy and open
field and entered another forested but very tight path among rocks. Rock
surfaces are well-polished by water and I take them so super slow here. I am
wearing my Hi-Tec Altitude low-ankle shoes and I developed a certain level of
trust on this pair. My High Sierra Titan bag looked heavy with a rolled
Therm-a-Rest hitched underneath it.
On the other hand, the Adrenaline
Romance pair wore their Deuters and the bags are almost like a part of their
physical bodies. They move with it without any extra effort. They are good
product ambassadors and Deuter did not err in choosing them. They looked also
great with the CHT t-shirt made by Silangan Outdoor Equipment.
The trail goes into farms and we
meet one family trying to wiggle themselves out of a path that was choked by a
falling tree. Some of the higher branches and twigs have blocked the way and
the children and women have to squeeze through with difficulty. The mature male
among them, equipped with bolos, do nothing and just let the weaker ones manage
themselves.
When they were gone, I break off
the twigs and slimmer branches away from the trail. The bigger ones, I stepped
on and put weight to break it in two. I am used to this work: Clearing debris
in my playground at Camp Damazo and doing trail maintenance. Of course, I have
with me bigger blades then. On this hike, I have only a Mora Companion, a
Victorinox Trailmaster and a William Rodgers Bushlore, which I did not use.
We arrive at a homestead and rest
for a while. It is 10:00 and we did good. We are now halfway down the mountain and in about a half
hour we would be on the shores of a stream. To celebrate that, I asked from
Sheila Mei to part a chocolate bar to a shy small girl that had been spying us
from a window. She goes to school far far away, up and down this mountain. They
are deprived of little comforts which urban-bred ones take for granted.
After a rest of five minutes, we
proceed down the trail, passing by little streams and more homesteads. Once, I
stopped on the path to study a trail of a farm animal. It is the one made by a
swamp buffalo and there is only a single line of hoof prints. I quizzed Sheila
Mei about this anomaly. Actually, there is another set of hoof prints along the
outer edges of the path and it could not be easily seen unless you study it at
a different angle.
We arrive at the bank of the upper
Lusaran River. This is one of the three major river systems of Central Cebu and
it flows out of Balamban to the TaƱon Strait. We will cross this stream five
times and will have to remove shoes and socks. Walking barefoot on the sandy
bed and on sandy banks made a soothing effect that removed the kinks in our
nerves. It is a wonderful feeling.
Walking on solid ground once more,
we met the first of the many animal farms tethered on to trails, most of these
have their young with them. We met two cow families while going to Inalad,
where we arrived at 11:30. That is 30 minutes early despite the deliberate slow
pace. Inalad is a marketplace and the boundaries of Balamban, Toledo City and
Cebu City converge here. We took lunch on one family-run restaurant and enjoyed
siesta.
The 30-minute nap was good enough
for me. The fever is almost gone save for brief dizzy spells. At 13:00, we
leave Inalad for a feeder road that goes all the way to Tongkay, Toledo City.
The village is located on the bottom of the valley and Sheila Mei bought a few
vegetables there but failed to find a common ingredient: lime (lemonsito).
We also filled full our water containers, renewing the weight we lost to eaten
food and to rehydration.
We cross the uppermost Hinulawan
River where it drained to the man-made Malubog Lake. We follow up a path that
rode the back of a ridge. It is very warm, the sun slaps hard at your right,
the part where the mountain is almost bare. Gaining more elevation, we come
face to face with a bull, standing over the path. I make grunting sounds and
the bull gave me space but regained that space immediately after I passed.
It created a bit of a problem for
me. The bull refused to vacate when Gian Carlo and Sheila Mei slowly
approached. Both made a difficult detour on a very tight space where the ridge
is narrowest. My heart trebled its beat when the bull approached the duo.
Unexpectedly, the bull slurped Gian Carlo’s hand instead. What a close call.
Once I reach my old campsite, I
break off the trail and follow a narrow path that led to a hillside farm. A
slight drizzle begins to appear and it elicits a frown from me. I hope it does
not rain hard. The path disappeared when I got past the plowed field and blazed
across waist-high grass to reach a ridge, which led to the present campsite. We
came 90 minutes earlier than what was indicated in the itinerary and we are
just walking very slow.
The slight drizzle became light
rain and I have to set up a shelter over a space reserved for cooking. My
hammock can wait. Gian Carlo and Sheila Mei found the shelter convenient to set
up their dome tent nearby. Pouring drops of rain fell from the shelter eaves
and I have to wait when rain begins to disappear. Winds added chill to the
situation.
At 16:30, the shower stopped and
there is still a lot of daylight. I hastily set up my hammock between two
trees. Then I transferred my sheet from the cooking area over my hammock. The
campsite is on a cleared ridge where a forest claimed the other side. We eat
our supper early, availing of daylight. The grounds and vegetation are wet and
it begins to go cold. We turn in early at 18:00 and the hammock felt warm.
I awoke at 21:00 hearing great gusts
of wind roaring from below the valley. It never affected us. In fact, warm air
dislodged from the valley floor by colder wind made its way up to our camp,
giving us a comfortable night. This micro climate will stay for a few hours and
would soon dissipate. I have noticed this phenomenon in my older camp down the
mountain.
I feel good rising early on the
second day – February 18. The long comfortable sleep was most welcome for my
body. I did not feel any effects of fever today and that is good news for me
because it would be a challenging task for me later. After a very early
breakfast, we break camp at 07:00. We follow the path up a peak and show Gian
Carlo and Sheila Mei, a big hole on the very apex. I believe this was used as a
mine vent.
Beyond the peak, we follow a very
narrow ridge that led to another peak – Etwi. The landslide that blocked the
trail below Etwi had been cleared and it led into another narrow ridge that led
to Maraag, a part of the Sudlon Mountain Range. A concrete marker bears information
that this is now part of the Central Cebu Protected Landscape.
At Maraag, we savor a bottle of
softdrink each and munch a few stale bread. After ten minutes, we proceed to
the “hog’s back” (buko-buko sa anay) on a paved road but switched to a feeder
road for Panas. I surely marked the place of the trailhead I took last time in
my mind so that I would not miss the route to Bonbon again.
The trail is well-beaten but once
you get past homesteads it becomes narrow. Some of it pass by scrubby grass that
grew persistently despite being trod by many feet everyday and you get the
impression that a trail do not pass by here. We cross the headwaters of the
Bonbon-Mananga River System several times and these are brisk clean brooks.
It always excites me to walk this
stretch because it keeps my mind to work and think, to read the right track
from the false ones, and to study the terrain with much concentration of
thoughts. These things make up traditional navigation so honestly demanding
from even the most trail-savvy traveller. The changing contours here are
themselves very demanding.
After four hours of walking, I am
rewarded of an arrival in the last homestead in Panas that was a half-hour
early than that found on my itinerary. We were not hurrying. We were just in a
strolling pace, most of the time stopping briefly to talk about a plant, an
outstanding land feature, previous observations, local attitudes, scenery and
landmarks or even the shape of a hut. There is a clean water source here and we
take some.
We rest for about five minutes and
then proceed on, following a trail downhill to a forested part. I try not to
miss this trail this time and it is well-marked in my mind. The route inside
the forest is steep and slippery. Too few hand holds and most of them were
unreliable taro stems and abaca trunks and springy vines that break at the
first sign of force.
We arrive at the rocky bank of
Biasong Creek and follow it downstream. We walk for about a half hour when I
found a perfect spot to stop and prepare our noontime meal. It is shady with a
wide sandy beach. Sheila Mei cooked our food with the butane burner and we
proceed with lunch and a few minutes of rest.
After an hour, we are now fully
rejuvenated and proceed on with the last hours of our journey today. The couple
was amazed at the clean water of the stream as well as beautiful spots good
enough for river bathing. Ahead of us is the sound of rushing water falling in
a high elevation but we are deprived of its presence since it is impassable
from our location.
We go over dry ground, this time,
skipping the sheer obstacle and, from our new location, caught limited glimpses
of the not-so-known Bitlang Waterfall. The trail put us on the part of the
stream where there is another branch whose mouth is choked with humongous
rocks. May God bless those souls caught up in here during a flashflood. It is a
meat grinder.
Downstream, Biasong Creek gets
tamer and tamer as black PVC pipes competes space with rocks and debris. These
pipes channel water to communities and a local resort. We arrive at the resort
and outside it is another local unofficial resort. We cross the last of the
stream and walked again on dry ground to a store in Biasong selling cold
softdrinks. We deserve that.
After fifteen minutes of rest and
snacks, I followed a different direction this time given by a local as shorter
than that of going to Bonbon and we do not have to cross another stream. Okay.
Goaded by local knowledge, we followed a paved road and it seemed to rise
forever. It did go downhill going to the St. John Marie Vianney Parish in
Maomawan, but it goes up again.
We finally reach a place named
Tugop, which is a part of the village of Babag at 16:30 but there is something
wrong with the new route I took. It is much tiresome compared to the older
route and there is but little difference in distance. It was recommended by a
local because they travel nowadays on motorcycles and it is very convenient for
that kind of travel. But, for walking? Nah.
Well done Adrenaline Romance, you
made it this far and, on many times, bettering the itinerary by 30 minutes to
even 90 minutes. Amazing! You have proven your steadfastness and your
commitment to the first of the many that you would soon impose on yourselves.
This is no easy walk but you are rewarded with scenery that was denied to most
people and the experience that you could better describe in your popular and
highly-rated blog.
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2 comments:
Thank you very much for this very detailed account of our Segment 1 hike! If you get in tune with the proper mindset in hiking the CHT, you'll definitely enjoy every minute of it. :)
Oh, the farm animals always give me moments of fear.
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