I get a glimpse of the first station and takes a little while until I spot the second. Take note, I am in a motorcycle and "a little while" may be forever when taken by feet. I would surely be in no time taken to the nearest hospital as I struggle with my wimpy legs. Well, I still could be in survival if it is in a flat ground but in an ascending hill like Malasag, I'll faint by just a look at it.
The weather today, definitely not the issue for it has been a fine consideration for Filipinos get used to it already. To describe it, not just burning hot but sizzling enough to get me charred if I still allow another hour display under it. Plus my double afraid-to-get-my-skin-darker jackets intensify it more with an inner cotton cardigan and a thick black jacket. This skin protection from the sun situation is the beanpole's possibility of dehydration. I hope not.
Thankful as I am for we are getting closer and closer to our destination. At least my eyes have seen another shade of color blocked by the gleaming rays of the sun a while ago when all I can see are spotlight and shadows. Green as it is, huge trees and all shades of green seem to be waiting from a far stretching their branches to reach us to wave a greeting and a hello. A sudden shift of cool breeze of air from a sizzling warm feeling of the heat. As we are in the spot itself, the trees grow taller and taller amplified with great hapiness and joy by our presence.
But what bothers me is my reclining position how my body is slowly at right angle of the changing vertical ground and now I am in the same direction with the sky having an eye to eye contact. I close my eyes before I can think of more.
Tune in for my II. Hiking my way to the Gardens of Eco-Tourism Village: A Strong Attempt of a Beanpole
Sincerely,
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