Sunday
December 20, 2015
Mountains have a way of dealing with overconfidence. -Hermann Buhl
Akyat: Mt. Lubog
Sunday
December 13, 2015
On most climbs, my legs get sore first, usually followed by my arms and shoulders when there are technical parts. But in my Mt. Lubog adventure, it was my butt that took most of the beating. Why? The answer is just one compound word: habal-habal.
Isip: Inherent Mountain Advantages
Aside from being fitness-inclined, I’ve noticed a few traits I have that make it easier for me to climb a mountain. I believe each one of us is different and we all have traits that make us more adapted to particular sets of activities. Here, I try to explain the inherent adaptations I have and how they prove to be useful in hiking.
Akyat: Mt. Manalmon and Mt. Gola
Saturday
December 5, 2015
I did not expect to follow up climbing Luzon’s highest mountain by climbing the country’s lowest mountains. I found this really funny and reflected on how life gives us ironic moments like this. And when the mountains call, it’s hard to resist. So here’s my dayhike into the sitio Madlum mountains.
Akyat: Mt. Pulag
Saturday to Monday
November 28-30, 2015
Standing at 2,922 meters above sea level, the summit of Mt. Pulag is the highest point in Luzon. And since climbing the tallest mountain in this island group isn’t enough, we decided to hike up the “killer” Akiki trail.
Isip: Turning memories into words
If it’s not that obvious yet, I am a sucker for documenting things. From itineraries to lists, to everyday happenings, I love collecting memories and placing them somewhere I can revisit them.
This is probably why I have a notable collection of notebooks. Waaaay more notebooks than I can use on a regular basis.
Akyat: Tarak Ridge
Thursday
November 19, 2015
Words can’t express how happy I am with this climb. This has always been a goal climb of mine and after achieving it, I wanna keep coming back. Here are the nitty-gritty details of my Tarak ridge (1,130+) dayhike.
Isip: My mountain mistakes
Before I was a stalwart paragon of mountaineering and the epitome of leave no trace, I was a mere mortal who committed vile and horrendous crimes against nature during my early jaunts into the great outdoors.
So, in order to appease my conscience and maybe in some way pass on important knowledge, I shall recount all my sins against the very mountains I’ve grown to adore. Prepare your stomachs, because this journey into my fallible past is about to get really dirty.
