NAPO TO BABAG TALES CXXI: Campsite Hunting

THERE IS NO GREATER EXCITEMENT in the outdoors than that of hunting a campsite. It rivals a little with exploring a route, which is the most challenging. A campsite used for bushcraft differs so much by those used in mainstream outdoor activities. Bushcraft prefers places that is not conspicuous and flashy. The heart of finding a bushcraft camp is the discovery of a clean water source which should be farther away. Access to a stream is its other consideration and, of course, bamboos.

It is April 23, 2017, sunny and warm. I am not alone. I am with the guys and gals from the Camp Red Bushcraft and Survival Guild. I am leading the small party. We just left Napo and I have my sights to Camp Xi. This campsite which I always favor nowadays is accessible and easy on all ages and physically-challenged people. Camp Xi is a complex. It has many levels with good campsites and are inconspicuous when observed from the main trail.

 

Although I had already identified four possible campsites previously but I am not the one who is satisfied of first impressions. I need to search further for the best camping site. A gentle slope goes up from the Sapangdaku Creek and you only have to follow a trail. We stop by an abandoned house and plucked water apples (Local name: tambis) and star apples (kaimito) to refresh ourselves.

A cloud passes by and I resumed my uphill walk. I had been here a few times, the last was on September 4, 2016, and during that time, I noticed a good campsite. I did not stop to look around then as I was just passing through. After 20 minutes of huffing and puffing, I found the place. What I saw last time, I thought, was the whole area. I was wrong! It is bigger than I thought it was. To know the place better you have to walk into it.

Uphill of me would be another trail that goes down a small creek where there is a small waterfall. I could have plenty of water from there. Boil it if it makes it safe to use. The stream has bamboo groves and firewood are plenty. Well, I got all I need and I do not have to search far and wide. The new site is perfect. It has shades from mango trees.

 

Basically, it is ground good for tents and simple shelters. Places for hammocks are almost absent except for one or two places. There is a natural lecture area and there is a place to build a campfire. This is a good camping ground for next week’s event that I am hosting free and another one in May for a survival training camp. This is it.

The ridge I am on is actually bounded by two streams, the names of which I do not know. Maybe the farmer who farmed uphill would give me that information. I hope he is present. I walk uphill but the farmer is nowhere. I decide to go down the stream and prepare our meal somewhere there as it is now almost 11:00. We cross the stream and climb up a path beside the small waterfall. There is a huge marang tree (English: Johey oak) that grow here and it is quite shady. We will rest and cook food at the headrock of the waterfall.

I am quite amazed at this tree whose presence was not even appreciated by locals. They misunderstood it with something else – a tipolo – a close relative of the breadfruit. This tree could may well be an heirloom species, an original resident when Cebu was lush with indigenous forest. While the rest were busy preparing something to cook, I need to take a nap on the bosom of the marang tree as the day is very warm.

I must have slept for about 15 minutes. The guys are still in the middle of their cooking. They used tin fire boxes and aluminum Swiss Army burners for better management of fire. I fold my cheap laminated nylon sheet which I used as ground sheet and stow it back inside my Lifeguard USA rucksack. I decide to visit a small pool located upstream. The coolness is so inviting but bathing is not in my plans today. I went back to the guys.

I go down to the foot of the waterfall and goes up to the ridge where there is a small flower farm. The farmer is there and we talk. The stream where there is a small watefall is called Sarapia Creek. The other stream on the other side is Lungnan Creek and, beyond another ridge, is Busan Creek. The ridge I am on is called Kampredo and a hill across where there is a lone steel tower is Mapawon. My education today is answered.

I take note of these things because I am a writer and an outdoors educator. I need to be accurate with my facts. To those who sat in my camp classes and to those who read my blog, you only learn from the best, as I strive to be that, to satisfy your thirst for knowledge. I thanked the farmer and go back to my buddies. The meal is served just in time. It is another feast for these hungry bunch.

After lunch, as part of our entertainment, we parade our blades on a piece of log. The blade porn, is a bushcraft tradition which naturally sparks off good conversations and good camaraderie. We in the Camp Red Bushcraft and Survival Guild have adopted it here in Cebu and introduced it to the rest of the outdoors community as a novel activity. There never was like this until I pioneered leisure bushcraft here in 2010.

We washed black pots and dining implements and slowly packed it inside our backpacks together with the extra blades. We would go to Mapawon Peak and we took a trail that only few people use. I have walked this trail a few times and I liked it because I do not have to meet the mainstream outdoors crowd. I liked it that way and it is exclusive, for the moment, to my bushmen. The trail passes by a small flower farm and goes down a small gully.

We pass by an abandoned farmer’s shed and this place is mango country. There is a trail on our right that goes downhill and another on my left but I focus on the one ahead of me. It wind along the contour gently and the trail goes steep a bit as it climb up a hill. We arrive at Mapawon. On the peak is a dilapidated hut, long abandoned, and there are two big holes filled with water. Two PVC pipes separately supply water to the holes.  

 

It is also a good place to make camp here due to the presence of water which were piped from somewhere along Sarapia Creek. It has trees that gave shade and to set up hammock-and-shelter sets. There is a ground down a saddle that could host tents. One of these days, I would also use this as a bushcraft camp.

We go down from the peak to the saddle where there is a power pylon. We pass underneath it and climb another hill which the farmer said was called Katugasan. There is a stunted avocado tree that bear shiny-green little fruits. There is a trail to the left that led to a rose flower farm but I am not interested of getting snagged with thorns and touch substances like chemicals.

We reach a tamarind tree that marked another trail to the right but I am interested only on the main trail which I have been following for more than an hour. Then the vegetation disappeared. Right before me is the trail but all around it is a bare hillside and it is quite steep. It would have been easier if we walk from down up to here. Going downhill is kind of complicated. There are no vegetation to hold on to as anchor.

I got two fat guys with me and two females. The rest are regular guys who spend some good time outdoors. The path is now loose because there are no more green things to retain ground moisture. I hate mindless cockroaches who wantonly cut trees and shrubs just to make charcoal. It took us almost an hour on this part to see all landing safely at the trailend. We are now on the road and we walk a kilometer more to reach the parked Fuso Canter.   

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THE PATHFINDER

I HAVE PROMISED DR. SHAWN ESPINA that I would be back. I stayed overnight last February in their farm estate, Camp LOV, located in Tubod, Sibonga. That time, I was pampered well with rich but healthy food that was sourced from the bounties of their organic farming. They developed, grew, fed and prepared these things – plant and livestock – for soon they will be opening Camp LOV to visitors, in a setting of agricultural tourism and the healthy lifestyle fad.

They have designated camping grounds for tents and hammocks for those who would stay overnight, a meditation nook, a dedicated path to tour around the farm estate, which is halved into two by the presence of a farm road that connect Sibonga with Colawin, Argao. The farm is accessible by SUV or pickup trucks and by motorcycles. I took a motorcycle the last time but, today, April 7, 2017, I am inside a Toyota Hi-Lux double cab, driven by Markus Immer. Going with us is Jonathaniel Apurado.

Jon have walked with me during that great Thruhike of Cebu from Liloan Point, Santander to Bulalaque Point, Daanbantayan for 27 days last January 17, 2017. It was one of my greatest adventures and we held the outdoors community in awe and unbelief with the feat. Markus, on the other hand, lent his support to the Thruhike by leading the supply run on five different rendezvous points and even walked the last 40 kilometers or so with us. We three deserve tranquility in a peaceful place like Camp LOV.

We arrived at Camp LOV at around 11:00 and we three proceed to a couple of big mango trees, past the pigeon bean (Local name: kadyos) plot, to set up our hammocks. Coconut tree trunks provided us places to tie our hammocks and the overhead shelters. We choose the kind that has the tops leaning away from us. There were just few places which favored me and Jon. We gave the privilege of the best spot to Markus on a mango that has low branches. The day was bright and sunny but breeze came uninterrupted.

When we were done, we proceed to the lanai where Doc Shawn and wife, Doc Jacqueline, were lounging under a shaded pergola. It is a warm day but there is breeze that blew away the warmer air. A few minutes passed by and the most awaited Camp LOV moment of organic food got served 15 past twelve. A prayer of thanks to the Almighty for placing me on the right place on the right time. He has a task for me tomorrow and how He prepares His servants well before going out to battle.

After the meal, Doc Shawn talked to us about tomorrow’s activity. What we would do is find a route from the highway somewhere in Bagacay to Lindogon, where the Shrine of the Virgin Mary is located. It would be a pilgrimage route, since it would be faith-related. His son Mico would arrive soon and he would bring his quadcopter drone to support the exploration.

Even without the benefit of a map and compass, much less with a GPS, I found tomorrow’s exploration a walk in the park. I have done much harder and longer ones before. The 400-kilometer Cebu Highlands Trail is my crowning glory. It took me almost six years to complete it. But a pilgrimage route is different. It has more meaning. I would dedicate tomorrow for bigger things and as preparation for Cebu’s own Camino de Santiago which is now on its incipient stage.

After about two hours on the lanai, we three went back to the hammock area to enjoy coffee. It is 15:30 and it would be super nice to go horizontal after coffee time and enjoy a late siesta. The breeze is beginning to go cool and your tummy is full. It is like living the life on a ship. Did I not tell you that I once worked in one? Sail a few days, anchor at a bay for weeks. Meet beautiful island maidens and drink native wine. Markus could relate. He skips his own boat.

I awoke at 17:30 and mosquitoes began to torment me once I am out of my bug net. I do not worry about the suckers that fly during nighttime. What I worry are the ones that appear at this hour. They are bigger, hurts more when they stick their needles into you, and therefore annoying. I need to make a fire and smoke them out. The thicker the smoke, the better. Fire, or the smell of smoke, is a genetically-acquired memory that puts them on flight. Have smoke, will travel. 

 

We three go back to the lanai and another superb meal is laid before you. God is so kind! The Espina couple are such gracious hosts and they pamper you with their hospitality and tales. Mico is already here with wife and daughter. We conversed the hours away until such time when it was quite late to be comfortably awake, with the cool breeze nudging you, now and then, to make a quick bee line to the hammocks. The path back is now lit with kerosene lamps placed above bamboo poles stuck to the ground.

I opened my eyes when the first streaks of light caressed my eyelids on the second day, April 8. It is 05:30 and too early to rise. I listened to any rustlings from Markus and Jon but found them still. I would have loved to sleep again but we have a task to fulfill later. The Espina couple might have prepared breakfast early so we could start also early to the town center. When my zipper started to make its opening sound, the other two people did likewise. We return to the lanai and refresh ourselves with home-brewed coffee.

Glenn Pestaño would be here soon and he arrived as he promised he would. He came with his Yamaha DT motorcycle. Glenn would join with us later but, first, we need to have that breakfast. We left the farm at 08:30 in a convoy of one SUV and two pickups. Glenn rode with us. It seems we have more people who wanted to join with us once we reach the town center of Sibonga. They are Justin Apurado, Locel Navarro and Cleos Navarro.

The convoy arrive at 09:00 and, just a few minutes later, the newcomers joined us. We all proceed south to the village of Bagacay. Waiting at the Buko Beach Resort are Elfin Mendez, the owner of the resort, a representative of the municipal tourism office and a local scuba diver. Our presence here is part of the bigger picture in making the Municipality of Sibonga into a well-planned ecological, cultural, religious and agricultural destination of Cebu.

Buko Beach Resort is located on the northern part of the mouth of the Sta. Filomena River. The diver would scour the coastal waters and along the estuary of the river to determine the health of the seabed and coral reefs. More than a month ago, Dr. Espina initiated an exploration into the Sta. Filomena River. That time, Randy Salazar and his group of SUP and kayak enthusiasts, paddled upstream to probe its navigability, the health of mangroves and presence of aquatic life.

On our part, we would start here in Buko Beach Resort. This is a logical location to start. It has a wide parking space for vehicles should people think of going on pilgrimage – on foot of course – to the Shrine of the Virgin Mary. We would also be documenting vegetation. As we were about to launch that, a huge tree caught my attention. It bore nuts. I discovered that Sibonga hosts a still-living boat-fruited mangrove (Local name: dungon). This is a valuable find and it is worth that both Doc Shawn and Elfin know this.

We arrive at the Cebu South Road, cross the river on to the other side on a steel bridge, and cross the road and go down a short staircase into the upper bank of the river. We will be following the Sta. Filomena River upstream by its upper banks on the south side. There is an open well that supply people of fresh water, some bananas, a few houses and, beyond, wild vegetation. Three years ago, the river overflowed during Typhoon Ruby and washed away the old concrete bridge and Elfin’s prized vineyard.

What trail it may had is now overgrown by thick vegetation. Fortunately for me, somebody have walked here just a few minutes ago, perhaps a farmer. The broken leaves parted by feet are still fresh. We have glimpses of the aquamarine-colored river, indicating that it is deep. At bends, sand and rocks accumulate at where water current is not strong and carved steep banks at where it is most strongest. There is a natural bathing area where a very well-polished tree trunk tilted towards midstream. People used this to jump down the stream.

The path goes through shoulder-high vegetation and, over a high ground, I glimpsed the man whom I had been following invisibly for minutes. In a matter of a couple of minutes, I was on the same spot I saw the man. There is an abandoned field and there is a trail. That trail leads to another trail and another and this is where my skills began to work. Would I take the high ground? Or would I take the ones lining the edge of the stream? Or would I opt to take the middle which goes past a bent coconut tree?

When in doubt, you should do a short recon and you can determine where the gist of the trail goes. The trail I am taking took me to a farmed lot and twisted past an old ruin and then I meet carabaos and people. A party of teenagers are digging and plucking cassava rootcrops from the ground. I saw a path going down the streambank and into water and across the other side. This is not the one I am looking. I pursued the main trail.

The trail forked up ahead. There is only one to choose from. Which is which? I did a recon on one and I found the path well-beaten and populated but it is not the one I am looking for. I pushed on the other and it goes to higher ground and uphill where I could see the lay of things. Far away from us, I could see a road and behind us is the coastline. Everyone were exhausted by the stifling humidity near a stream and the whiff of fresh breeze on open country is most welcome.   

The trail took us on open ground dotted with coconut trees and it ended at the same road I saw many minutes ago. We are in Lindogon. Across us is a terminal for public-for-hire vehicles that park here after disgorging their passengers at the holy place where they wait when they would pick them up back to Cebu City. The road going to the shrine is moot and academic. There is no sense of continuing the route exploration.

The village of Lindogon is where the Shrine of the Virgin Mary is located. It is NOT located in Simala. Simala is just a village near the coastline where the road to the shrine is located and it is unfair for the people of Lindogon to be denied of that privilege of being known by that place where this popular shrine is located. The misconception is very alarming. What if donations and community projects given by generous pilgrims that should have been theirs would be given to those less deserving? Credit should be given where it is due.

A pickup driven by Doc Shawn came to pick us all up and we made it back to Buko Beach Resort. A lunch of roasted chicken, braised pork and rice are laid on one long table courtesy of the Espina couple. We stayed for two hours at the resort until the scuba diver finished his work and made it to dry ground. Then we proceed back to the town center so Markus could complement the farm food stock since our company are increasing in size. One of those is a case of pilsen to celebrate our quick exploration. It took us just an hour!

 

We arrive at Camp LOV at 17:30 and Justin, Locel and Cleos set up a lone tent to house the three of them while Glenn opted to sleep at the lanai when it is abandoned. I left the company of people for the inner peace of my hammock. I am tired and I need a private time for myself and the music files of my Lenovo A7000. I am awakened by Jon when dinner time is ready at 19:00.

The more people for company, the merrier. The pale pilsen supplied the lubrication where good conversation moved flawlessly to here and there. Then the lanai is slowly abandoned until only me and Glenn are left to finish off the last bottles. Then it was time to leave Glenn at 01:30 as I tread the lighted path for my own refuge. Too much beer gets you drowsy but, even without that, I could get it here in Camp LOV, where the breeze blow the whole day through.

People are all up and noisy on the third day, April 9. Justin and Locel are in the business of folding the tent inside its bag. Jon’s hammock is nowhere on its place. His bag is packed tight and ready. So is Markus. It seemed I am the only one still riding my dream ride. It is still 07:45. Why the rush? It is Sunday! Besides, they have not taken breakfast yet. I leave them to their wits and walk towards the lanai where all the action is.

Ah, just as I have expected, farm-brewed coffee! Relax! Enjoy the day. Glenn have packed his things to give space for the diners. Doc Shawn and Doc Jacq are already there, sorting out yesterday’s activity. The crowd arrive just in time when breakfast got served. Farm-prepared chocolate paired with sticky rice, plain rice and Valenciana rice, organic meat and sausage, salted eggs, bananas and mangoes. God is kind to me today.

After the meal, Doc Shawn toured the visitor all around the farm. I have noticed the Central American imports, the pittaya and the prickly pear, growing big quickly with all those sunshine and generous tropical rain. All the plants, native fowls and livestocks are healthy as was the last time I saw them. I see fruiting black mulberry shrubs lining a path towards the shed where the native pigs are bred.

We cross a dry stream and climb up a low hill. In the navel where upland marsh palms (saksak) abound, is a natural spring. Before that, I was wondering all the time how could such a place be called “Tubod” (English: water spring) when it is denuded of forest cover necessary to produce water from out of rocks and mountainsides? I was using my Westernized brain when I made this observation.

The original inhabitants knew what they were talking about and, thereafter, naming places according to terrain features and plants. They know where to look for water and staked homesteads. I am just amazed at how their knowledge about the land and my own are universal as if we came from the same mothers?

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