At Iloilo airport, 4:00 PM…
I didn’t know where to go and what to do. All I knew was I wanted to trek a mountain. And I’ve heard about Mt. Manaphag. Absent a planned I.T., a solo trekker, however, can be spontaneous with millions of options.
My spirit levitated when I spotted a tourism assistance center near
the exit of the airport. The very friendly, approachable, soft spoken,
beautiful Ilongga attendant cheerfully attended to my queries. I went out with
a smile, lots of brochures, flyers and verbal directions stored in my head.
A shuttle van took me to Jaro for around 30 minutes.
Near the remarkable church, I took a jeep to Tagbak Terminal. A last trip bus took me to the small town of Concepcion.
Near the remarkable church, I took a jeep to Tagbak Terminal. A last trip bus took me to the small town of Concepcion.
After a short conversation with the bus conductor, I decided where to
spend the night. I took a habalhabal to their famous “Iyang Beach Resort”. I
was first refused by the innkeepers since the single rooms were all filled up. I
then decided to take one of their open cottages unmindful of mosquitoes and the
cold. Then a helper butted in saying “Sir, ang bakante nalang nga kuarto para sa
dose ka tao, pero pwede ka kuno to. Tag P2,000 ang room pero pwede lang 250 sa
imo ah. Basta, Sir, isa lang ka katre gamiton mo ha”. (Sir, the only
room left is good for 12 persons but you can occupy it. It is priced at P2,000
but we’ll make it P250 for you. Just make sure, Sir, that you will only use one
bed).
The gentle habalhabal driver never left me until I was secured.
I woke up the next morning earlier than the sun.
The prominent view of the mountain so astounded me. I was sure that was the mountain I’ve been lusting for!
The gentle rising of the sun was a million times worth a shutter.
The prominent view of the mountain so astounded me. I was sure that was the mountain I’ve been lusting for!
The gentle rising of the sun was a million times worth a shutter.
After basking in a crowdless beach, I checked all the rooms and
cottages the resort has.
I took a habalhabal back to the town proper, took breakfast, bought trail foods and hiked to the port.
The boat to Brgy. Tambaliza departs at 11:00 am. I could no longer
wait for that time. I had to climb a mountain. Then another helpful soul looked
for a fishing boat.
We departed by 9:30 am.
We departed by 9:30 am.
On my way to the island, the awesome view of the islets caught my
eyes.
As we got closer, the mountain I lusted for became more and more beautiful. I got more and more excited.
As we got closer, the mountain I lusted for became more and more beautiful. I got more and more excited.
I landed at Barangay Tambaliza by 10:30 AM. I was looking for a guide.
Then I met another kind man. Pastor Marcelo Balahadia offered his house for a stay. I refused to stay for a night but I temporarily left him my baggage.
Then I met another kind man. Pastor Marcelo Balahadia offered his house for a stay. I refused to stay for a night but I temporarily left him my baggage.
When I found a guide, we headed to the tourism center and logged my
name in.
The guide, with his nephew, let me choose where to pass. I opted for the closer and faster one. Then we started ascending by 11:00 am.
The guide, with his nephew, let me choose where to pass. I opted for the closer and faster one. Then we started ascending by 11:00 am.
When we were approaching a plain rocky wall, I was so puzzled what
trail to take. There was no visible trail.
We passed through the 90 degree cliffs with roots and grasses to cling
to. I got goosebumps when we stopped at a very dangerous spot which he described
as the falling point of a climber two years back.
“Sir, dri to nahulog tong climber nga taga-Iloilo ho. Duha pa ka semana
ayha sia nakit-an. Gikaon na sang halo kag maga pispis ang lawas nya. Gituka na
gani mga mata niya.” (Sir, this is the spot where an Iloilo climber
fell off. He was recovered after two weeks. Gila and birds fed on his carcass. Birds
even ate his eyes.)
My heart restored its normal beat when we arrived at the summit by
1:15 pm.
The view at the summit was not so astonishing, but I was impressed of its lush vegetation.
The view at the summit was not so astonishing, but I was impressed of its lush vegetation.
After eating our trail foods, we descended through the different
trail, the usual trail actually.
The sharp descending slope dictated my hand to cling to anything. Bruises and cuts are a usual prize to mountain trekkers.
The sharp descending slope dictated my hand to cling to anything. Bruises and cuts are a usual prize to mountain trekkers.
After a refreshing sip of sprite in a sitio, we passed by the rocky
beach going back to the barangay.
The small community is really a typical image of a barangay. The folks and kids gathered at the shore, chatting and flying their kites in a fair afternoon.
Looking back at the mountain, I could outline the trail we trod on but it was so hard to figure out how we got there like a salamander. The sweat, stunts, cuts and cliffhanging sufficed my lust for the
sweet mountain.
On our way home, I learned a lot from him about living and surviving in an island.
My eyes kept looking back at the mountain, which added to my conquered peaks.
The a portrait of a beautiful mountain would always keep me coming back.
A mountain that stuns over its nearby peaks. A mountain so difficult to summit. A mountain so arduous, so straining, so strenuous, so dangerous yet when conquered, so sweet.
We arrived at the mainland by 5:30 pm.
HOW TO GET THERE:
From Iloilo airport, take a shuttle van to Jaro.
Near the Jaro church, take a jeep to Tagbak Terminal.
Take a bus direct to Concepcion.
(If you spend a night at Concepcion, take a habalhabal to Iyang Beach Resort.)
At the town proper, you can hike to the fish port.
The boat to Brgy. Tambaliza at Pan de Azucar Island travels at 11:00 am.
Or you can hire a fishing boat to take you to Tambaliza or to go island hopping.
Great post and nice adventure!
ReplyDeleteTnx, fredda. Hope to adventure with you soon...
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