The last time I had camping, assuming my memory has not betrayed me, was during my elementary years. I was such a kid that time to just mind nothing but singing “Camp Fire’s Burning.. Camp Fire’s Burning.. Draw nearer.. Draw nearer..” It was a memory I could faintly reminisce. But having the opportunity to be like a kid again with a green dome-shaped tent setup together with other vibrantly hued and differently shaped ones was just beyond amazing. It was an experience way different from the usual hotel rooms, transient houses, and cheap accommodations I had in the past.
This post is actually a continuation of my trekking last weekend. See post here. After approximately 3-4 hours peregrinating, we finally arrived at the mountain’s peak past 3PM. We were greeted by some upbeat music and mini-music festival vibe. Tent of various shapes and colors were already setup. But what I have noticed was the scorching heat of summer sun. I personally have low tolerance on extreme hotness so I automatically hid inside my tent, together with my two other friends. Good thing, though, Brian manually fanned us while we tried to sleep.
Being inside a tent was evidently not the most comfortable shelter you could wish for. Your only barrier against the hard uneven mountain soil was a thin sheet of polyester and naturally, you could feel the ruggedness of the place. But there is definitely an enigma of the little waterproof fabric that partly protects you from the moist drafts of early morning, provides transient haven for adventurers and permanent residence for nomads. So whether you would complain of back pains later in the morning or your body already got used to those types of setting, camping was a definite must try.
After couple of hours napping and gaining strength, we toured the place. We visited the original preserved engine of Mt. Pinatubo, the plane that crashed last March 17th, 57 years ago. It was the crash that killed the life of a Filipino president and 24 others. Unfortunately, my camera’s battery was drained and my tablet had no built-in flash. Having said that, powerbanks and extra batteries are necessities for people who love documenting travels and adventures.
I already imagined that we would be eating cold greasy canned corned tuna for dinner. I was totally prepared for it so instead of bringing the unopened canned tuna, I have decided to make tuna spread for a whole bread loaf. Good thing, we were surrounded by pro-mountaineers who opted to ask for contribution and buy lechon for all of us. Such a shame, though, I didn’t have any photo of the camping night with some of the Elite Mountaineering Society.
There was a small program for the anniversary climb after dinner but for some reason, the three of us ended up sleeping the night off. I suggest to those who wanted to try the annual climb next year to watch the program. I’ve heard it was such an amusing event.
I also noticed that my companions started drinking alcohol moments after we arrived at the peak. They said that it was a necessity to overcome coldness on mountain’s peak especially when the sun had set. Personally, I think that chilliness was tolerable. I could probably compare it to around 22 degrees Celsius AC and one cotton jacket would suffice. But every person has varied cold tolerance level so it is up to you if how you make yourself warm during those times. You could bring jackets, thermal blankets, and/or drink alcohol, the main point is to survive the night.
Here are some of the photos the morning after:
And of course, what is camping without some greenery.
Then that’s how I ended my trip last week. It might be my first trekking and adult camping but definitely not the last. Till next time. Will be probably posting some updates for my SAYA collection soon. Please watch out for it. Thank you.