Recent hike up and down the slopes of Guintubdan revealed one dark truth: I'm not getting any younger.
testing the water (busay abaga)
Five years ago, the short walk to busay oro and busay abaga was child's play. Yesterday was a far cry. Shortness of breath started to slow the group down, not even 20 minutes into the exercise. Halfway through it, stretched muscles started to complain, even threatened to buckle under the rare intense pressure.
staring in awe (oro falls)
Tricky! Gugo, our young guide. He led us along the trail that required hurdling steep inclines and descents. My lungs nearly burst with inhaling so much air after reaching a plateau. Waiting for the two girls, who were breathing laboriously as I did, gave me time to replenish water in my system and take in view of tranquility marred only by the occasional cockledooing of the resident fighting cocks. Going down was a breeze. We took the less challenging trail which actually ran parallel to path we took that morning.
All the hard work was not for naught. I might have lost two kilos sweating which was replenished before we, three girls, headed to our own homes.
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