Fam, I did the impossible. I actually climbed a mountain.
If you asked me to do this three years ago, I would’ve ran the opposite direction, mostly because I’m scared of long walks and falling on my butt. But I did it! And it was for a good reason.
One morning during breakfast, my mom told me that she’ll be hiking Mt. Pulag with her friends. And I was like, “cool, have fun.” “Sa June 11-12 kami,” she said. Then it hit me harder than a rock in a harder place (a line from No Filter book) (more on this later): there can never be a better time to hike Pulag –– and celebrate my freedom –– than Independence Day.
Damn, I already heard Beyonce singing Freedom at the summit from our breakfast table.
So I signed up… and dragged two of my cousins with me. I’m not stupid enough to allow myself to be the only beginner there, okay.
… Bumaba ako sa jeepney (wow this blog is starting really roughly)
Because we signed up a little later than the rest, we didn’t have enough time to prep. I only had a week to condition my body. That week was particularly stressful because of deliverables I needed to finish for American Idiot and the No Filter book. I’d like to think that I’m fitter than average, but man, nothing ever prepared me for how cold it was.
Going to Pulag was fairly quick. We took a bus from Victory Liner Cubao to Baguio then a jeep to the DENR office to register. They gave a short introduction about Mt. Pulag National Park and the different trails you can take to get to the summit. The one we signed up for was Ambangeg (the easiest) but I expected that we will be taking Akiki (the killer trail, according to most hikers) –– not that I want to. I’m just saying. There’s another one that they refer to as “The Bloody Trail” but I forgot what it’s called. My mind involuntarily forgets unpleasant things.