Mt. Batulao / January 2009
At 1050 meters above sea level, me and my friends at work felt the inevitable pain, the unending agony, the wounds from sharp and itchy grass, the corns on our feet, the cramps on our legs, the tears, dirt and sweat in our eyes, the weight on our backs, the thirst that we quenched.., the shortness in our breath.. Everything just magically swept away once we reached that small piece of land above the clouds. Simply breathtaking... and all we have to do was to drop our bags, let go of our travel sticks, sat down and enjoyed the breath-taking view.
Sadly, some people..dont appreciate it. "I reached the peak of that mountain.., and so? That man reached the summit of Mt. Everest...and so., a lot of people did." To some people, they just dont give a Fck. And I am one of those guilty. Im one of those people who ignore all that hype. Im am one of those people who switched the channel when Romy Garduce and Leo Oracion was being congratulated on their quest.
But everything changed once i reached the summit of Mt. Batulao. I really enjoyed every single moment. The fresh air. The feel of the grass. Beautiful Wild flowers and Venus along with the trillion stars right above you. Thank God the weather is fine and for letting us witness his marvelous creation.
Upon our descent, I took a one last look of the mountain and stood in awe, I said to myself that I was once higher than that huge piece of rock and with sheer determination, anything is possible.