Kan-irag Falls | Budlaan, Talamban, Cebu City, Philippines “Nangatol na akong tiil, Jon. Una lang ta nila na?” “Err. But I already forgot the trail, Ton,” I admitted. My last trek from Kan-irag Falls to Mt. Kan-irag was last August. The trail was vague in my memory. But the idea of trekking with trails half-remembered appealed to me. I said yes.
Since those who reached the top first had to wait for us. Because the anatomy of the ranges suffused with the morning silence was too beautiful to ignore. PHOTO ESSAY Trekking teaches us the beauty of waiting. The silence of the rays caressing the body of the mountain reminds me of love. Perhaps the gods are here playing unseen. Mountains are women. Sexy. Curvaceous. Mt. Pulag, Benguet, Philippines *** Part of Weekly Photo Challenge
A lot happened, some were rewarding, some surprising, some unwelcome, some outrageous. But May indeed was a rewarding month. I’m back on trails again. A call from a travel editor prodded me to reacquaint myself to the trails. Mountains, trails—they remind me of us, humans. They can be unpredictable, predictable. They can be selfish, inamiable, indifferent. The boyfriend said geography could not be selfish, humans could, are. “You were trying to personify geography,” he said. No, I wasn’t. It’s a cold fact. And nature has every reason to be. It reminds me of Arundhati Roy’s passage from her The God of […]