If you’re following a lot of travel blogs, probably you have crossed upon the idea of the “quit-your-job and-travel-the-world” hype. While the idea seemed gutsy and bold and many backpackers have successfully survived with it, this does not hold true for everybody. Coming from an “above the poverty line” class of family – Filipino family for that matter – the idea of leaving the 8-hour job and ending the “breadwinner” mores of society seemed tempting; but conscience kills and reality sucks. Yes, you can work online and become a digital nomad or do couchsurfing then apply for a part-time job wherever you have decided to go but reality is… it’s not going to be easy, getting the job will never be easy, and financing your needs will not be as easy as you think. Maybe it’s worth it. But practically speaking, this does not work for everybody. That’s why weekends are invented. HAHA. My point here is, not everyone can leave the life they have right now; however they can maximize the time they have to pursue their passion for adventure. Take for example our recent trip to Mt. Kanlaon.
Climbing Visayas’ highest and most active stratovolcano over the weekend is no joke. But it’s possible. Just like many other novice, I had qualms. Though I have been climbing several mountains since the beginning of this year, I know that Mt. Kanlaon is of another level. For the first time, I did a detailed research on the difficulty of the trails, possible weather condition, and wilderness survival against parasites. Believe me, I kept on reviewing the itinerary, trying to convince myself that everything will work accordingly. So even without joining any preclimbs and enough sleep, I found myself with my fellow crazy individuals riding the earliest bus bound for Tangil Port Dumanjug, Cebu. Fortunately, we were able to arrive earlier than expected and were able to catch the first boat trip bound for Bolado Port, Guihulngan City, Negros Oriental. And as if heavens were on our side, a bus bound for Kanlaon City passed by, advancing our scheduled itinerary.
We arrived at Kanlaon City by 8:00am, ate breakfast, registered at the Ranger Station, and bought additional supplies for camping. When everything was prepared, we then started the direct assault Sitio Mapot Base Camp. There we got our water supply for drinking since no water sources are available near the camp site of Mt. Kanlaon. From Mapot Base Camp we passed unto a seemingly unending assault in a mossy forest with nothing but fallen trees (which were so difficult to dodge when you are bringing a 30-50L bag) and thick vegetation. Upon reaching the 1,500masl signage, we decided to take our lunch and sleep. Yes, we rolled out our fly sheet and slept on the grounds. As I shared earlier, we were all sleep-deprived aliens (except for our guide who spent his time digging a hole – I was wondering if he planned on burying the four of us for sleeping our asses at HAHAHA). After gaining some energy, we continued the trek to Makawiwili Peak. Since we were on 1,500masl, we thought that we were nearing the aforementioned Peak but… we’re not. I am not actually the grouch type but for the first time, I started asking the guide how far we were, how many hours more do we have to hike, when we were going to arrive at the peak. I started to get frustrated – a sign of exhaustion. I am not me when I’m sleepy. (Read: 5 Reasons Why you should visit Ormoc at Night). So when the guide finally announced that the peak was near, we doubled our pacing.
I wanted to cry when we arrived at Makawiwili Peak. Everything was white (bondpaper view as they call it). We were all disappointed. Who wouldn’t? I mean, we spent almost the whole day battling against the heat of the sun, direct assault, and dodging those fallen trees just to see nothing at the top? So we sat quietly on top. Reflecting. Consoling ourselves. Trying to convince that this was all part of a bigger plan. And just when were about to give up, the thick fog began to clear, lo and behold, Margaha Valley began to showcase its ethereal beauty. Truly, glory comes to those who wait.
After savoring the beauty set before us, we then decided to carry on the trek. It was another hour of battling against fallen trees, muddy trails, and exhaustion. Luckily, we arrived safely at the Eastern Saddle by six in the evening – two hours earlier than the estimated time of arrival on the itinerary. We began to pitch our tents and cook dinner. We’re supposed to have socials but we were too tired to move after eating; so by eight in the evening, we were all sound asleep.
We agreed to wake up by four to witness the sun rising but it was only I who went out of the tent and watch the explosion of bright hues in the sky. Sadly, it didn’t bring my tripod to document such event. Beyond doubt, there were thing that were meant for the eyes only. My companions woke up by six. We then agreed to prepare breakfast before we go to the summit.
From the Saddle Camp, the peak was almost an hour hike. But it was all worth it when we saw the splendor bestowed upon us. The crater was scary and beautiful at the same time. I can’t help but recall how many lives were triggered because of the eruption and commotion brought about this mountain.
After eating breakfast, we started to pack our things and prepare for descending. Going down was by favorite part of any hiking activity. Was. Past tense. Because it has been a year since the trails were used, the grass had grown taller and the trails were difficult to trace. We had to deal with all the slips, thorns, mud, and pain in going down. It may only take four hours to go down but that four hours was hell for me. The nerves on my left knee got pinched after several hours of hiking and going down with only the strength of my right knee was totally painful AF. I wanted to cry. I kept cursing. I felt betrayed. But you see, getting to the top is optional while getting down is mandatory. I have to continue. I don’t want to be an additional load to my companions who were also tired as I am. I have to finish what I started. And so with all the strength that was left for me, I continued the trek. I was trailing behind everyone else, telling them I was okay, trying to convince myself that I can still manage when in fact I was frustrated AF.
And after four hours and a half, we (I) successfully arrived at the farmlands of Mananawin, rested for several minutes, then decided to take a bath at the waterfalls nearby. From Mananawin Ranger Station we headed back to Kanlaon Tourism Office before going to San Carlos City where we embarked on boat bound for Toledo.
Yes, all of these happened over the weekend. By seven in the morning I was already in my workplace as if nothing happened. Of course, I was thoroughly, totally beaten up but I was able to prove that going to the mountains (or anywhere else) is possible (of course, you don’t have to do this every weekend or else you’re on a suicide mission).
Sample Itinerary of Mt. Kanlaon (Mapot-Mananawin Trail)
Day 0 (July 14, 2017)
23:00 – Meetup at Cebu South Bus Terinal
Day 1 (July 15, 2017)
1:00 – ETD Cebu City to Tangil Port, Dumanjug
4:00 –Tangil Port to Bolado Port, Guihulngan City
5:30 – Bus to Kanlaon City
6:30 – Breakfast at Kanlaon City
8:00 – Kanlaon City Tourism Office; DENR Registration
8:30 – Sitio Mapot Ranger Station; Meetup Guide
9:30 – Sitio Mapot Base Camp
12:30 – Lunch
15:30 – Kutitap Refilling Station
16:30 – Makawiwili Peak
18:00 – Eastern Saddle Campsite
19:00 – Pitch tent; Cook dinner
20:00 – Lights out
Day 2 (July 16, 2017)
6:00 – Prepare Breakfast
7:00 – Summit to Kanlaon Crater
8:00 – Back to Campsite; Eat breakfast
10:00 – Downhill via Mananawin Trail
12:00 – Exit Forest
14:00 – Arrival at Mananawin trail; Bathe at the Waterfalls
17:00 – Bus bound to San Carlos City
18:00 – City tour; Body massage; Dinner
Day 3 (July 17, 2017)
1:00 – Boat bound for Toledo
3:00 – Van from Toledo to Cebu City
4:00 – Home sweet home
8:00 – Report back to work
*Expenses* (excluding food and sidetrip City tour in San Carlos City)
Bus fare (Cebu City to Dumanjug) – P90
Boat fare (Dumanjug to Guihulngan) – P140
Bus fare (Guihulngan to Canlaon) – P60
Registration Fee/ Processing Fee – P650
Guide Fee – P750/ day
Habal-habal fare (back and forth jumpoff) – P250
Bus fare (Canlaon to San Carlos) – P90
Boat fare (San Carlos to Toledo) – P250
Van fare (Toledo to Cebu City) – P100
Sir Ladie Lamis (Head of Canlaon Tourism Office) – 0928-638-4322
I’m not saying that quitting your job and following your dream of traveling the world is not for you. As I said, many have worked it out and survived gracefully, but again, traveling full-time is not for everybody. Just imagine what would happen to the world if we’d all quit our job and travel. A lot of businesses would close and the labor group would totally be a mess. HAHA. Here’s what I’m telling you: follow your heart, see what suits you best, and spend your time wisely. Live an awesome life wherever your feet bring you. See you on trails! Or wherever our paths would cross.
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