Cebu’s Hidden Treasure: Kabang Falls

I am glad that despite all the “developments” happening around us, a place like this still remains. A pocket of beauty in a world that slowly turns into a sea of concrete and steel.

Safely hidden in a forest most people didn’t know exist, is a world that is so different you wouldn’t believe you are still in the city. When I see places like this, unmarred by industrial development, I can see hope. Perhaps, we may still be able to preserve something for our future generation. Perhaps our children will still experience nature as it actually is instead of the commercially developed “adventures” nature parks offer.

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Reminds me of LOTR. I half expect an elf to appear.

Reminds me of LOTR. I half expect an elf to appear.

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I tried to put into writing the feeling of being there and experiencing all of it. I’m afraid words fail me. Perhaps you would like to visit the place instead and experience it for yourself.

Flashback: Mambucal Edition

I don’t know what Facebook is trying to say but I’ve been seeing reposts of posts liked or commented years and years ago. Browsing through, I found some albums that I uploaded before. Here are some photos I took before. All these were taken using my Kodak MD30 digital camera sometime in February of 2011 at Mambucal Resort, Murcia, Negros Occidental.

A man-made lake at the center of the resort.

A man-made lake at the center of the resort.


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The second falls, Mambucal Resorts. *via MD30*

The second falls, Mambucal Resorts.
*via MD30*

The resort is around 45mins to an hour from Bacolod city via passenger jeepneys that acts like mini buses. Mambucal is a highland resort with 7 majestic falls to boast of. It’s a good place for people who likes to go on a hike. If you do however, be prepared for the trail. It is steep and sometimes slippery. You can do it in one morning actually as it is not very far.

If you don’t like hiking or not a fan of waterfalls, the resort also has swimming pools; one regular and one hot spring. You can also walk around the resort and see the sulfur pools, the butterfly farm or the beautiful flowers displayed along the way. In the late afternoons, you can go bat watching if you are into that sort of thing.

When I was living in Bacolod, I used to go there for my restday hikes. The view alone on the way to the resort is enough to clear my mind. 🙂

The Travel Bug

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There are a lot of places I want to go to. I just can’t get enough vacation leaves to go. I have been to many places which amazes me when I look back and think of it.

This year I plan to go to Albay and see the famous Mt. Mayon. Then, I will visit Camiguin and the sunken cemetery. After that, Cagayan and Bukidnon. Then, it’s time again to plan for my birthday trip. I wonder where will I go again next year. My plan is to travel with my brother. But where?

I wish I have more than 15days of vacation leaves. I wish money is not an issue and I can just go whenever I want without worrying about the cost. Well, reality is I only get 15 days a year for vacations and I need to save up so I can travel. That is why I envy travel bloggers. Imagine going to those awesome places and be paid to do it? Awesome!

Well, probably someday. For now I have to be content with what life has to offer me. I may not have disposable cash I can just throw around but I am still living a happy life. I don’t have everything I want but I am blessed to have everything I need. I guess this is more than enough.

I Don’t Have A Heart.

I’ve lost my heart a long time ago. I don’t have most of it anymore. I broke it into pieces and gave it away.

Funny but I noticed that the more I give away the pieces, the bigger it seemed to get. I mean, I’ve given away so much but I still have some pieces left. I always have pieces left. It makes me wonder how many million pieces it broke into.

Five years ago I left a part of my heart somewhere in Region XI. I lived for years with only part of my heart until two years ago when I “accidentally” left a huge chunk somewhere in the cold mountains of northern Luzon. Now I’m not sure where most of it are but I think I left it somewhere around here…

Looks familiar?

Looks familiar?

It’s a place known for this…

Via Blackberry.

Via Blackberry.

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Over the years, as I slowly give pieces of my heart away I realized something. When you give out pieces of your heart, it doesn’t make it broken or less of a heart. In fact, the more pieces you give away the bigger it seemed to get. I’m not sure how this works but I don’t think this follows any scientific principles. It’s probably math right? I don’t understand math that much and only math gives me this queasy, nauseous feeling and this feels like math to me.

So now my heart is everywhere. Blown by the very same wind that brought me to the places I have loved without reserve and to the people who got some of the pieces although I distinctly remember not giving them any.

PMA Silent Drill 02.2014. *nope, this is not the one we’re talking about.*

PMA Silent Drill 02.2014.
*nope, this is not the one we’re talking about.*

My heart is gone. It now belongs to the world. It belong to the places I’ve been to and the people I met along the way. Or at least most of it. I still have some pieces left, would you like one?

Where My Heart Is

I’m not a city girl and will probably never be one. This is something I have always known. The city and I coexist to benefit each other but ours is a relationship that will never get past the friendzone. Just friends with benefits, so they say.

My heart belongs to the mountain. It belongs to every slope, rock and hill that I must overcome to get to the top.
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I am not a mountaineer though I wish I have the stamina and strength to be one. I grew up with asthma and so my physical activities has always been limited. The mountain represents a lot of things for me. It stands for the many things I wish I could do; run marathons, climb the highest mountains, etc. It represents the challenge that I must face in my life.

The trek is always difficult but I like pushing myself. The long hours under the sun and the pain in my legs are worth it once I get to the end of the trek.
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When you get to the top and you look back to the trail behind you, you feel a sudden rush. All the difficult trails and the pain of climbing up and down the slopes disappear when you get there. The sense of accomplishment is something that no amount of money could buy. The feeling that you accomplished something by force of will, it is empowering.

I am cursed to live in a city and slave behind a computer. When I look out the window every day I see the mountains beckoning to me, calling me to explore. Every day the mountain calls for me and everyday I pretend not to hear its call. But some days, some days I just can’t ignore it and this happens…

Osmena Peak

Osmena Peak