We plan to met at North Bus Terminal before 4 AM. But the Migo&I was 30 minutes late. Instead of riding the bus bound to Canlaon directly, which was already so full when we arrived, the group decided to abandon the bus & proceed to Citilink, where we rode a V-hire to Toledo to catch the 0730 ferry for San Carlos City.
We had an Economy(sitting) ticket but we lacked sleep so we opt to go to the Standard(lying) floor where we could lay, hoping no one would claim the bed we took.
By 0930, we arrived at San Carlos City Terminal, had breakfast then took a bus bound to Canlaon City.
At 1130, we arrived in Canlaon City Bus Terminal where we are welcomed by Kuya Islaw, our porter last 2012, now our guide. He led us to Sir Jigz place, our guide before, now one of the focal person for Canlaon treks. We weren’t the only group in Sir Jigz’s place, we saw other mountaineer friends from Cebu as well. After some chitchat, signing in the log book and of course, picture-taking, we were off to the entry point Brgy. Mapot. Since it was still too early to head for the base camp, we visited Sudlon Falls first.
At 2:45 in the afternoon, we started the trek to the base camp. Unlike last time, the uphill climb was bearable. The combined walk and some stops together took an hour and 15 minutes. By 4:00 PM, we were ready to camp for the night.
After a yummy dinner of boiled pork and dried fish, we played our favorite pastime – The Resistance. It was once again an epic but this time, Dave stole my crown. Couldn’t be happier that it’s finally not with me. 😛
The beauty of the smoking lake greeted us the next day. It would have been fun to have played with it longer but the schedule won’t allow it. Compared to the previous climbs, Apo’s last day trail was the most rigorous. Left the camp around 7 AM, an eternal descent followed.
It was a clear day but the guides kept reminding us how erratic the weather these days. We need to hurry or else be stranded in rain. The thought of crossing 6 rivers pressured me to hasten each stride. And each countable stop, I kept on asking how far do we have to go. Downhills were a friend but that time, I thought otherwise.
It was a almost a race. The stops were minimal and short. The group was divided into teams again with the guide leading the pack. Before reaching Mainit Spring, one of our companion got cramps. And just when I’m about to say my words of wisdom, I tripped and slipped on the rock. It was painful. I feared that I too would have cramps. It could have been a first if I did.
After 7 hours of walking, we finally reached the last river crossing at around 2 PM. We were famished. The others were already eating when we arrived. Since it was the last stop before the ride, we settled matters with our new friends who have been very helpful throughout the entire journey – our guides.
Before the climb, our estimated budget was 450/day/porter but the actual was Php400/day/porter. It was our first climb with porter and we were a bit generous and happy, so every team decided to settle with 500/day/porter. And to make it easier for the boyfie and his friend, we gave Php 700 each for us three to our porter, Ronnie.
And finally it was goodbye, Apo. I was restless on the ride to Davao City. My body was aching but I felt that something was missing. I later realized that the anticipation and excitement of the climb that occupied me since the start of 2014 was making me restless. When it was gone, I felt lost and goal-less. 😛
And that’s it. Apo has become a history. I kinda feel a bit of inadequacy on this last post. I wanted to write and tell you more but words are not my friend today. 😐 Oh well, next time perhaps.
We don’t have a schedule yet but Dulang2x might be next on the list. Yay! And while waiting for that new adventure, I’ll re-visit and update you with my Pulag and PamTarZam (Pampanga, Tarlac, Zambales) travels. Stay with me. 🙂