february fling

a trip called as such because it was short-lived.

the plan was to stay overnight (feb 24-25) in manalmon for some bouldering. i imagined it earlier on: the sunny weather, skin getting burnt, taking afternoon naps under a shade, cooking our tuna pasta, conversations 'round the campfire (or the used pots and plates) with friends. unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate on the morning of our departure, raining continuously from our trip to manila to bulacan. and it just drained most of our excitement away.

before heading back home, to make the most out of the wet sunday morning, we decided to  "stroll" to the climbing area despite the major overcast, the river's strong current, and the sticky, muddy trail.







i loved seeing all those greens, even if the lighting wasn't as i pictured it. i loved the pressure of rushing water; the fear of slipping on the rocks as the river pushed my whole lower body. even the rain that drenched my jacket and cap -- how refreshing. the mud that clung to my rubber slippers, so much mud that i had to take it off and tread the rest of the trail barefoot because it was too heavy and slippery to walk in. man, i've missed mother nature.

nakakabitin talaga. hay.