CEBU’S BEST | INFEX & DX CONTEST 2017

I JUST FINISHED THE THRUHIKE and, four days later, on this morning of February 18, 2017, I would be standing on a stage before different troops of the Boy Scout of the Philippines belonging to the University of San Jose-Recoletos. I would be presenting a talk on the topic – A Boy Scout as an Environmental Warrior and, on another one, Survival in the Outdoors. Fortunately for me, both are subject matters closest to my heart.

I am gracing this occasion upon the invitation of the USJ-R Greenbar Council, without them knowing that I once cut my teeth as a Tenderfoot under the aegis of the greatest scoutmaster Cebu had ever produced, the late Sergio P. Damazo Jr. That was in the ‘70s, when I was then an element of Troop 38, in their old campus at Magallanes Street, Cebu City. They have not erred in contacting me.

This is my first time to visit their campus in Basak, some thirty-nine years after my last days with my alma mater. I am excited but I am well prepared even though I was tapped on short notice. I made it to the gate incognito and, upon entering a second building where the real activity is held, I saw the picture of my dearly beloved scoutmaster. The friars had cherished his memory well by devoting a small museum for him. I am touched.

 

After meeting the acting scoutmaster, Romulo Sevilla Jr., his most senior scouts led me to the Audio Visual Room where I am going to give my talk and to meet my audience. This AV Room is much much bigger than the one they have at Magallanes. It is still empty but it soon will be filled by warm bodies. There is a projector and screen on standby and, pretty soon, a laptop will be provided for my Powerpoint presentation.

Then they came in military cadence and order, 250-strong. The newer versions of Cebu’s Best. This is their first day and they were on drill formation earlier. They must be tired and so I gave instruction to the troop commander to make them sit on the concrete floor. My greatest challenge today is how to prolong their short attention spans. These are pampered kids studying in one of the finest Catholic schools of Cebu.

When I studied on my first year at the old campus, back in 1975, I felt that my father had made a mistake of enrolling me in a wrong school. I was a product of a public school system but he was happy I passed the entrance test. He thought I have a good head but he never could imagine I was out of place. My classmates where well off, smart and bigger. Every week was a meat grinder for me and I was a weekly customer of the guidance counselor.

We were taught to be pious. Oh yeah, I did more kneels than any of my classmates. I do not have to go to the altar. The space near the teacher’s table or the principal’s office were the right spots to tame me. I was a wild kid in a well structured environment. Then Mr. Damazo took me into his care and responsibility and I understood why the Josenians wear shorts as against other schools who parade on streets in long pants.

 

One member of the Order of Agustinian Recollect is attending as audience as well as the scoutmasters of the University of Santo Tomas-Recoletos, from Negros Occidental, and the USJ-R Balamban Campus. I think they were there to reign in their boys. But there are girls among them. Yes, I saw many marching with the boys at the quadrangle with the same uniforms as the boys were. And THIS is a Boy Scout event.

After the preliminaries, I deem it proper to give my audience a peep into my past, as a Josenian Boy Scout which jolt them from their stupor, and my present life, which everyone now were all ears of my accomplishments as an outdoorsman, enjoying the life of a wandering bushcraft enthusiast and living the dreams of a Boy Scout of long ago. My Thruhike across Cebu’s 400-kilometer length in 27 days got them thunderstruck and bewitched.

A Boy Scout can never be an environmental warrior if the lessons he learned as a citizen scout are different from what he witnesses in his home, the community and even inside malls. It erodes his youthful enthusiasm. If push comes to shove – like the threat of climate change – then he has to lessen his carbon imprint if he wanted to extend the living years of our only home in this universe.

Climate change and man’s manipulation of the environment to suit his needs caused this environmental degradation we are experiencing right now. It had already been mentioned in the time of Noah, Joseph and Moses of the Old Testament. The impacts now are bigger and everywhere: mountains, river systems, lakes, the ocean, the atmosphere, the arctic regions and even on urban centers. Industrialization, mining, logging, consumerism, you name it, causes degradation and pollution and it has a common denominator – greed.

 

How do we overcome this? Almost impossible but there are organized activities that influence the mindsets of people or compel them to, about the state of our planet. We now have peaceful mass actions, legal actions, even extreme strategies. Greenpeace is on the vanguard of this for so many years. Leave No Trace was introduced in national parks across the globe and are being used incorrectly by activists, forcing people to toe the line. Then we have the grey wolves of this movement – the Sea Shepherds.

As a Boy Scout, the above methods are themselves equally daunting since it exposes them to harm’s way. But there are more peaceful ways that are much better and much more proactive. Planting trees or mangroves may be one of the best but organizers almost always choose the wrong species, mostly exotic, or monopolize one species on a big area. You can plant your own trees without having to join mass tree planting activities.

Join or organize community projects which keep away residents from engaging in destructive methods on the environment. These could be tree planting, coral propagation, beautification projects and alternative livelihoods. Information and education will guide simple folks from ignorance, indifference, superstition and half-truths. Engage in a personal crusade that does not involve people like practicing Reduce Reuse Recycle and LNT.

Can you change the world on your own? Yes you can. There are many advocacy tools. Documentation for a community or school magazine about the environment is a good start. Or you could start a blog. Internationally-acclaimed blogs about environmental awareness started from small ones and there are many free platforms to choose from. Create more awareness on online petition websites like 350.org or transcend borders and government control by posting on social network sites to a much wider audience.

A Boy Scout can indeed be an environmental warrior. I once was that Boy Scout and I am on this personal crusade as an activist for no one, a blogger, a writer and a lecturer for the environment. The methods I used are simple but I am always on the frontlines where man and environment clashed, never a good consequence for the latter. Someone has to fight for the environment – peacefully. A photo with a caption of facts is good enough to catch fire in people’s consciousness across the Internet.

That was a long talk and I may have delivered my message to the majority of my audience or not but, it does not matter, because I am not expected to convert all into environmental warriors. I only need one from the 250 and he or she could already make a big difference.  The next topic – Survival in the Outdoors – would be the most awaited one and everyone begins to reposition themselves after a break of five minutes.    

 

The outdoors, for most, is a beautiful romantic place. Simply because they may have experienced and enjoyed it on the frontcountry. The backcountry is different for only a few people visit it. It is mountainous and navigation is difficult. Then there is the wilderness. All these places found in the outdoors are dangerous. It has an unpredictable weather system and streams go suddenly wild even if the day is warm. It has a mean wildlife population and thick stands of forests that no sunlight could penetrate.

Getting caught in the outdoors in the wrong weather or time causes you stress which tend to force you to make mistakes. Small mistakes can create a big impact on your thinking. When you are lost or helpless, survival mode begins. Your increased awareness is a result of uncontrolled release of adrenaline. Your thoughts are fed by the senses, the nerves and the guts, all agitated, causing you confusion and more mistakes.

Our prolonged survival depends upon our discovery and rescue. If it does not happen, you need to have nutrition. Hydrate as much as possible because a deprived brain cannot function properly. Eat some food. If you do not have enough, look for one. Fruits supply you natural sugar, which is converted by enzymes into adrenaline. Fat is the hardest to find in a jungle environment but, unknown to you, you have layers of fat that your own body would subsist on when food becomes difficult to obtain.

Water is the first thing to find during survival. If you still have strength, you look for a shelter or make one. Food is the next thing to look for. When you have water, shelter and food, you start to go warm. Make yourself more warm by making a fire. If making a fire is impossible, do not expose yourself to the elements. Increase your security by blending in with the environment or standing out. It depends if there is an immediate threat. These are the priorities during a survival situation and could change with water always on top.

When you are outdoors, there is a thing we in the bushcraft community called as “outdoors common sense”. Bushcraft is a hobby and a lifestyle which uses the outdoors as a learning environment for survival. The purpose of this outdoors common sense is to increase our safety and security. We have developed certain protocols that guided our behavior and our presence in the outdoors. This set of protocol includes how we deal with wildlife encounters.

 

You do not learn these things in a classroom. I teach these in a bushcraft camp. Those who learned from me became members of the Camp Red Bushcraft and Survival Guild. Instantly the guild logo and my activities appeared on the projector screen. The images swelled their pride, knowing that an alumnus of their school does these things for a living and brought sparkles of interest in adventure in their eyes.

My talk ended at just the right time. I was presented by the USJ-R Greenbar Council with a certificate of appreciation and an invitation for lunch. Outside, the field begins to be filled by the Boy Scout units. Platoon formations are hurriedly organized under the bare sky. The units began counting off the elements in preparation for their own meals. It will be a long day today, to include night activities and campfire rites.

Meanwhile, my day is not yet finished. I have to join and witness the International Friendship Exchange and DX Contest which will be participated in by the Girl Scout of the Philippines unit of USJ-R under the adult supervision of Ham Radio Cebu. It would be held at the Talavera House of Prayer, in nearby Quiot, for the whole afternoon. Ham Radio Cebu is an amateur radio club which I also belonged. INFEX is a worldwide event that uses high frequency radio to contact amateur radio stations on far locations at 7.095 MHz.

Under the guidance of Jet (4F7MHZ) Manuel, Nick (DV7FCC) Manuel, Ariel (DV7FAL) Lim, Wilson (DW7REE) Aliganga and Marvin (DW5CIA/7) Reynes, the USJ-R Girl Scouts were able to contact twenty-three amateur radio stations from all over the Philippines at the end of the day. This is a friendly competition where the winners and their tutors are rewarded points and certificates by the International Amateur Radio Union and their local counterpart, the Philippine Amateur Radio Association. It is an event designed to rekindle the love of amateur radio propagation to the younger generations.

 

It was really a busy day for me. I reconnect with the beloved school of my youth. The only familiar face I met is the framed picture of my dear scoutmaster. I am happy that the Boy Scout spirit of the Josenians lovingly nurtured by Sir Damazo are kept alive and burning, along with their traditions and lore. I have been part of Cebu’s Best during my younger years and I am proud the present descendants behaved like one. I am also elated to know that their Girl Scout counterparts have partnered with Ham Radio Cebu and will earn themselves badges in amateur radio. Adelante!

 

Some photos courtesy of Markus Immer

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THE THRUHIKE JOURNAL: Days 22 and 23 (Labangon to Malingin)

DAY TWENTY-TWO ::::: THE COPS FROM THE Tabogon Police Station have left. We  appreciate very much of their presence last night watching over us. We were able to thank them. Today, is February 9, 2017 and this will be Day Twenty-two of the Thruhike. We just had a breakfast of bitter gourd mixed with egg, rice, coffee and bread. We have another fresh supply brought by the supply team yesterday.

Leomil Pino would be joining with me and Jonathaniel Apurado today as a guest hiker. He chose the most difficult time over the most brutal route. He would be with us for as long as his time allowed him to. What he would worry is just today and tomorrow because he is on his own where food is concerned. After this, food could be had along the way because it would all be lowlands and highways.

The supply team brought my Jack Wolfskin trail shoes yesterday and it shall be tested against the unforgiving terrain of the Doce Cuartos Mountain Range. I changed into a clean pair of Lorpen hiking socks that were provided by Viajero Outdoor Centre at a special price. I also changed into a clean pair of Accel elastic undershorts. I carried all my dirty socks and undershorts with me north, as well as the everyday sleepwear – a cotton t-shirt and a long-sleeved PDRRMO jersey.

 

After drinking in capsules of Enervon Multivitamin and Herbalife Natural Raw Guarana and an amount of Yakult Cultured Milk, I gave my thanks and appreciation to Hon. Leonilo Peligrin and wife of Labangon, Tabogon. I left a loaf of Park N Go bread and their baked products as my appreciation. Breathing on air near the national highways gave me opportunities of good cellular phone signals and allowed me to update the Thruhike to my sponsors, family, followers and friends in a social networking site.

The Lenovo A7000 smart phone floated out unsent photos of ten days while the Cherry Mobile U2 basic phone tackled text messages. After that, I switched off power on the Lenovo to save the battery for more picture taking up ahead for it devours battery life quickly. It was cold last night even though we were in lower elevations but I had a good night’s sleep. I am ready today for the hardships ahead. We left Labangon at 07:40 which is not good. Forty minutes of delay is a big difference.

The Doce Cuartos Mountain Range is the last obstacle and is also the most challenging. Rising to not more than 270 meters and a length of about 4-5 kilometers, it is partly wilderness. Few locals go there as there are almost no trails and there are no known water sources. There is a forest of stunted trees which just barely grew above your head. It is made of limestone, with loose outer surface and treacherous sinkholes. Less foliage contribute exposure to the sun while rocky surfaces bounce off heat.

I had tried exploring this twice during the Segment VII Exploration Hike last April 2016 where I did a solo and again in August 2016 with four others. The first time was almost a success but lack of water and suspicious locals forced me to abort it. I followed my route on the second attempt but I lost the trail, going in circles until I found it, then I let another from my team to find a route during the most trying times which led us farther away from engaging on a northerly direction.

 

This time we followed a wide trail until we reach an open well. Across us is a trail to the southern part of this mountain range. We hiked slowly, conserving energy as much as possible for it would be extremely warm up there even when there is a very generous presence of breeze. The route I chose is the same as the last two episode. When the trail disappeared, I embarked on guessworks, to determine where the rest of the trail would be?

I had learned from the last time and able to distinguish some familiar features. I did a lot of trial and error of possible routes and followed a few ghost trails until I found a real trail. When you are into that, you do not compromise your companions to hardships. They stay in one place while you do the reconnaissance yourself. Besides, it is easier and faster if you do it alone instead of a line of people going back and forth all the time. 

I found the small patch of corn field. Someone comes here all the time. That someone may have a source of water nearby or he depends on rain. There is a wild dragonfruit growing near and I cut four members to propagate it or maybe borrow my idea of “pepper diplomacy” which I used to great efficacy during the southern leg of the Cebu Highlands Trail. How did it get there? Anyway, I discovered that this small field is watered through a ditch which came from a natural drainage during rain and rainwater stayed for a while here.

First time I was here, I came from a trail from below. These last two were from a trail from above which, in my first visit, I used in leaving from here. I need to explore more of this place. It may have another trail. I got to exert more effort. I found it finally. I followed this. It afford me a good view of the sugar cane fields in between Ilihan and Labangon. I passed by a hole on the ground where there was water recently. The trail led me to a thin copse of mahogany trees. My older route passes by this place and it goes to a small house.

I had befriended the occupant. His name is Vicente. Today, I have real gifts for him aside from a combination of numbers for a numbers game. He is here gathering charcoal. The place has shade. Perfect for a noon break. It is still 11:08 but it is so warm. I opened my High Sierra Titan bag and dug my hand at its deepest quarters, producing a box of ten Marlboro packs. Vicente was smiling now and I thought I heard an old woman from inside the house. I added two packs of Knorr instant soup, 200 grams of rice, a loaf of bread and baked products. We lunched on Fitbars and stayed until 12:00.

 

I followed the trail uphill into a forest of stunted hardwood. The vegetation changed as we penetrate its most remote parts. Trees were now tall with bi-is palms growing among them. Some parts had been cleared for firewood and I see many abandoned holes that were used to make charcoals. The trail goes down and I know where it goes so I tried again the trail that branched off it. This was the ones I used during my two visits here and it would lead me to a place where there are gaping sinkholes and where there is a standing rock called Tindog Bato. From a gap on a rock, I finally glimpsed the sea to the east.

The trail disappears because it was overgrown by grassland. I would not chance clearing a path here. It is too dangerous. There may be more sinkholes. Tremors and aftershocks caused edges of some sinkholes to collapse and enlarge. The last trail that I followed passed in between two sinkholes and it just stayed at the edge of a cliff. I consult my clock, it is 14:00. Too few daylight hours left. We stopped and rest for a while and thought out another strategy. The warmth, the thirst and the fatigue factor are just too much.

We would follow the route I took the last time. I will go down and look for that dry watercourse. I will travel down following the contour, gently and slowly. The vegetation is so thick, made up of thin wiry vines running everywhere, elongated branches trying to reach for sunlight, shrubs and palm leaves. There are trees and thick branches but it is best that I move like water instead of acting like an irresistible force slashing indiscriminately on anything that blocked.

I forgot to bring out my Camp Red Limited Edition Balaraw during the lull and it was so cumbersome to unload and load my heavy backpack. I need not waste strength to untangle myself. I borrowed instead Leomil’s Seseblade NCO knife. I do not need a big blade to work my way through this jungle tangle. The very light Seseblade is enough and I do not have to use brute strength. All I have to do is flick a wrist and – voila – I am moving forward. It was hard going but it would be harder still heaving a bigger knife and getting entangled. This is no cinema. This is the real world.

I found the dry watercourse. The last time, we followed it downstream, blinded by the rush of adrenaline. Today, I will follow it upstream, just like the ones I have wanted last time, but I will be facing an obstacle of chest-high grasses. You cannot slash it with a knife, you have to part a path through it with a stick. I cut a slender branch for this purpose. I need to make a lot of noise with the stick to scare away what is hiding beneath. Good thing we do not have big cats here else we are meat salad.

As I navigate through all these unwelcoming territory, my eyes cast left and right for any signs of a way out of these suffocating place. I must have walked slowly and surely for about 800 meters when I caught something that elicited me approval. A trail. I transferred to there. Leomil was in a state of semi-shock and speechless while Jon already on the brink of exhaustion. It was very humid and draining. The air was thick. Breathing took an effort. Resting above the grassland valley gave us more room to recover strength.

 

We go up and up into a high valley. I could see from a gap the reservoir tanks of Libjo, Tabogon. It was one of my reference points and it showed we had not travelled far although I thought we did a lot of walking. The gap offered a way out of the Doce Cuartos Mountain Range for there is a trail. I opt for another branch that goes into uncharted territory for me. I had spied an abandoned hut last time and I aim to reach that today before dusk sets in.

I found the hut and there is a tinaja just near it. There is water. I even scared a rail which had been quenching its thirst from there. The trail passed beside the natural reservoir and goes up to a ridge. I followed it to a rocky promontory where there are steps hacked on the rocks. Beyond it is a small plateau and is the jewel this mountain range have kept hidden from me for some time. The place is flat but it is ringed by hardwood trees. Unfortunately, locals are starting to deforest it. We will set up camp here for it is now 16:00.

The hammocks are strung up between trees along with their overhead canopies. Firewood are plenty and we will have a small campfire after supper. Jon and Leomil have recovered and are now laughing as they gave life to the three alcohol burners. Water is boiled and I deserve a cup of coffee. We have enough water for dinner and breakfast plus a small washing for the pots in between. I think we would be left a liter of water tomorrow to share among us. Let tomorrow worry itself then.

We got a nice meal of thick Japanese spicy noodles, rice, plus pork and beans. The full moon hung over the sky casting an eerie glow over the rugged landscape below. Leomil has his MP3 music going. The spirits of the mountain have favored us today and showed me to this place. Warm breeze from the sea blew over the fire that flickered and danced, enjoying its existence with its earliest companions, who fed it with more fuel. I felt like being transported to a place when the earth was still young.

Distance Walked: 4.35 kilometers

Elevation Gained: 254 meters and a low of 106 meters

DAY TWENTY-THREE ::::: I EXPERIENCED THE BEST sleep ever last night even if I was partly exposed. The combination of a cool night, warm breeze from the sea, well fed, silver light from a full moon and that floating feeling of a hammock could best any night spent in a 5-star hotel on any day. Unfortunately that beautiful feeling do not last with the approach of daylight. A sea of clouds enveloped the lower places blocking the sun.

Today, is February 10, 2017 and it is the birthday of Mrs. PinoyApache. I reached for my Cherry Mobile U2 basic phone and sent out a birthday greetings to her. She has been very worried about me, especially when she saw photos I posted with blistered feet and blackened shoulders during the southern leg of the Thruhike. She has to accept my stubbornness. She thought I am half-mad for engaging in an activity where I am not paid.

 

I woke up late but Jonathaniel Apurado and Leomil Pino were still in their dreamy moments. I noticed Leomil sleeping on his ground sheet. Did he not slept in his hammock last night? I noticed his hammock opened up at the bottom and it had dumped him to the ground. It had a torn fabric. Anyway the perfect condition last night placed him in a good advantage as if he was sleeping in a hammock.

The fire had burned to ashes. There is still heat as I placed a hand inches above it. A live ember. I gathered the unburnt ends over the small ember and, moments later, smoke appeared. Oh sweet woodsmoke. Even the mountain spirits loved it. I filled a pot with water just enough for me. With my Trangia, I flicked a lighter and blue flame shoots up from its small reservoir. Smell of coffee and woodsmoke go together.

Leomil and Jon woke up. Either the smoke or my noise or the light piercing the eyelids may have something have to do with that. Jon, still sitting on his hammock, fried the rice from last night and fried also the thin slices of Bilbao chorizo. The smell of a different food other than the Knorr soups shook my appetite alive. We eat our breakfast and left little to throw away. We could not spare water for washing and we hoped we have that on Day Twenty-three of the Cebu Highlands Trail.

We break camp at 08:30 and go down the mountain. We passed by the hut of yesterday and saw a trail that goes down. We met a local. We talked about the abandoned hut. It is an urban legend. The previous occupant had been possessed by an unnatural power. He had the power to walk on the tops of coconuts and bamboos. He could slip in and out unseen even when he was cornered in several police dragnets. He was impervious to bullets but died when his underling stabbed him on account of loot spoils.

 

That was why there was something in that campsite of ours last night. I just ignored it but it was there, watching us. It could have played a prank on Leomil. But I was sleeping with my Camp Red Special Edition Balaraw and I can not miss at close distance. Anyway, the trail goes down into dangerous places as it pass by deep sinkholes. Staying late at dusk on the trails here is not advisable. I trust my Jack Wolfskin shoes but, even so, we were careful.

We touched bottom and there are trails everywhere. Took out my Suuntu M30 compass and followed one trail that goes north. There is a stream that divides us from the rest of the field. Beyond us is a field of sugar canes. Where we were are meadows. We followed the path that goes on its wavy progress, passing by marshland, forest, crossing streams, until we have to stop at the edge of a community to gather our breathing.

I got the feeling that I am going to the village of Mabuli, Tabogon. I sent a text message to the Tabogon Police Station to inform them that we are now approaching that place. I simply had an unpleasant experience here last April 2016, during the first day of the Segment VII Exploration Hike. I was alone then. I was not welcomed to stay in their village when I did a courtesy call. They were concerned of their safety. What could one man, burdened with a heavy bag and almost died of thirst, do to their peace and order?

I was suspected by local officials as someone working for an opposing political party even when I have a letter received by the Office of the Governor and another from the Cebu Police Provincial Office. That is the problem with half-literate people is they do not understand what is stated in the paper. People from the municipal mayor’s office arrived to interrogate me but found nothing wrong. They called the police to escort me out of this place for my safety. That was the time I aborted my exploration.

I am going back to Mabuli. There is the small store where I took refreshment and there is the public school. I see their village hall as we walked on the dirt road. This village is a beautiful place but the more I am out of here, the better. The people are just too suspicious, even now. I have been into the most notorious places of the CHT but I was not subjected to disgrace and distrust. I would not have come down here again where it not for water. I simply do not want a hiker passing by here in the future. I may have to refine the route of Segment VII later.

 

This village is simply big. I thought I have gone past Mabuli after walking for two hours and crossing two streams where I thought it as boundary with Bogo City. But when I met a local and asked, they would say I am still in Mabuli. This stretch would have been perfect as it is all trail. I cast a glance at giant power pylons crossing my path and I remembered that these are omnipresent in Bogo City. I met another local and I got an answer that satisfied my wish. I am in Bogo City. At that moment, I sent a text message to the Bogo City Police Station informing them of our presence and our Thruhike.

The trail could not go past anymore on our northerly progress as fields are now fenced. Private lands. We followed a miserable looking dirt road that exits to the national highway, which was known in the old days as the Cebu Hagnaya Road but is now part of the Central Philippines Nautical Highway. We walked beside the pavement amidst the blur of buses and cargo trucks. It is warm and sunny and shades are less when you are on highways. We have to find a place to take a noon break and a meal.

We found one at 12:15 in a place somewhere between La Paz and Anonang Norte, Bogo City. It is a small store but it sells food. The owner is Mercury Las Doce. She was curious of our big bags and a conversation began. She was amazed at our journey that started in Liloan, Santander last January 17. Her husband, Martin, joined her. He, in all his years living in this place have never been to the Doce Cuartos Mountain Range. Martin gave Jon a machete which are commonly used to cut sugar canes. Jon, on the other hand, replicates the gesture to Martin with a Swiss Army Knife Camper.

After an hour of rest, we continued on. We switched on the other side of the road, which is now more shady, and passed by La Paz. We walked on and reached the boundary with Dakit, Bogo City. It is here that we exit from the road and transfer to a trail that cross 600 meters over an unused lot and it joins with an unpaved road. It leads to the interior and followed it until we crossed a slowly disintegrating bridge. We are now in the village Malingin, Bogo City. Just 300 meters more and we will arrive at their village hall.

 

By 15:30, we were now resting at a community stage. We were expected and the village chair, Hon. Marilyn Calidguid, met us. We were welcomed to use their new building but we insist to use the stage instead as our sleeping area. Missing me by 30 minutes, Markus Immer arrived with Glyn Formentera. Markus and Glyn would stay here and would walk north with us tomorrow. The Toyota Hi-Lux pickup of Markus would be driven back to Cebu City by his driver.

It seemed that something was taken off my back. For 23 days, we faced difficult obstacles, bad weather, sudden and unexpected warmth, suspicious people, slippery trails, heavy loads, monotonous menu and cold nights. I could not count the nights I find myself chasing sleep. My appetite was strong but the last five days I found my breakfast half-consumed where Knorr soup is present. The heat shrivels the skin. Rain drains down in your socks causing you blisters. Bad shoulder straps saps the life out of you but the most difficult of all are still people.

 

Distance Walked: 13.99 kilometers

Elevation Gained: 254 meters and a low of 45 meters

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