Last monday, I went trekking together with my friend Dame, her brother Dan, her friend Carlo, and Carlo’s friend Jay. I was reluctant to go for some reasons, but Dame and Carlo were able to convince me to go. Anyway, I had never been inside a tent (we would stay overnight), and I didn’t have any recent pictures to post in Facebook so I decided to go. (Lol… what a reason..)
We took the new trail and according to our guide, the kid Wilson, the new trail is easier than the old trail. Easier eh… I had to control my breath every time the path was narrow, and crawled the ground when the slope was so steep, because “You couldn’t afford to make gulong-gulong. Or else you’re dead.”
We did not continue walking to the summit that afternoon. We just decided to start setting up the camp.
That night I wasn’t able to sleep. The strong wind made me paranoid, that I thought it would blew away the tent I was in. At 10 P.M. Carlo went out to check if it was his fly sheet that was flapping. He figured it was ours (which I knew) and told us (dame was with me inside) to get out so we could fix the tent. Carlo said, Dame and I set up the tent wrongly. (See, I had a reason to get paranoid. LOL, nevertheless, I was still paranoid since I wasn’t able to sleep until 2 PM. Dame woke up and stayed up until I could sleep.)
In the morning, they teased me for being paranoid. They said that such strong wind on the mountains is normal, although it was slightly stronger than those average wind, but not strong enough to make them worry (Trekking is their hobby. So they know.)
At 8.30 AM, Dan, Dame, and Jay went to the summit. Carlo and I decided not to go. It was a foggy morning.
However, when Dame, Dan, and Jay came back from the summit, I was envious of their experience. I felt bad about myself that I was such a coward to go. Well, you couldn’t blame me, if I think I am weak to walk on those narrow trails on top. They wouldn’t be able to grab me when I would be out of balance anyway. But I hope I could go to the summit someday.
