A couple of months ago, my brother invited us to hike Mt. Pinatubo with a couple of his office mates. (For those unaware, this is a pretty infamous volcano because of how it covered Philippines under a cloud of lahar for a couple of days back in 1991. (More on Mt Pinatubo)
This is my second time to hike this mountain, but since the wifey wanted to go (and this would be her first hike) I agreed to go as well. Besides, this would be the first time I can try out my then new Nike Trail Running shoes that the wifey’s Aunt got for me
We went on a different trail since the previous one became impassable after Typhoon Ondoy. It was a going to be a longer route but since we were all excited, we didn’t mind and happily went our way…
Unfortunately, the trail back was not as easy because of the heavy downpour. We couldn’t take any pictures as we were rushing to get back to the 4×4 station but feel free to use your imagination.
People often ask me why I love going on these hikes, these adventures. Why risk our cozy lives in the city?
It has been over 10 years since the first question, and I still do not have an answer. It could be the nice views, the silent moments while walking, the camaraderie with close friends and strangers as we suffer together, who knows. All I know is that I feel a sense of pride and fulfillment after these hikes. I feel a calming effect on the usually stressful daily grind.
I’m sure that’s not the best answer and I will continue to do this and see if I can find another (better?) answer. So, if any of you are planning similar adventures, do let me know.
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