How It's Going
time after time after time
I was sitting on an earth pod brought by one of the mountaineers, under a God knows what tree it is. It was almost time to go back down, another 3-hour trek from the peak of Mt. Batulao in Batangas that we climbed the day before, but I thought I had to do "the point" of climbing the mountain with people I have never met.
From where we camped, we still had to assault a summit for at least 2 hours back and forth. It was magnificent at the top. It was almost owning the big piece of land to as far as you can behold, then again, of course not.
So anyway, back where I was sitting, while waiting for everyone to get ready to go back down, I tried not to move a lot, tried to keep steady and feel the wind that could never be the same as in Manila. Looking back on the short while before I was there on the mountain, I feel there's nothing to be scared of...
