Monday, June 6, 2016

#LakbayTinay Goes to Tanay


Welcome back to me! With classes done, I am now officially back! And hopefully, I will also be able to update my fanfiction. Although rainy season is officially here in the Philippines, my summer just began and my summer adventure (wow, maraming balak puntahan?) starts with my outing to Tanay, Rizal with my officemates. Lemme start my story with Day 0, Friday, June 3, 2016 after work…

Day 0: June 3-Friday


I was all set for the outing – overnight things (check), toiletries (check), clothes (check), money (check), and most importantly, food (CHEEECK!) I must admit that from 8:30AM to 5:30PM (office hours) I was giddy and truly cannot wait for our outing to start. But then of course, there is work to do so I had to put aside my excitement for a while and do what I must do J

Fast forward to 5:30PM when me and two of my officemates went to the company’s staff house, where we will be staying for the night (we planned on travelling to Tanay, Rizal at 4AM the following day). We first went to the market to buy some rice and eggs for our dinner; an ex-officemate already bought pancit canton, which we will also have for dinner. The ride from our office to the staff house was supposed to be short, but goodness gracious, the traffic was unbelievable that it took us more or less an hour to reach the market. That hour-long drive was almost as long as my ride home! Anyway, we reached the market and bought some supplies and went to the staff house.

Of course, we did not immediately cook our dinner upon arriving to the staff house. Since there is Wi-Fi and TV, we first lounged and busied ourselves with our own technological bubbles (and barely talking to each other). A little later, I decided that I should show off my cooking prowess (naaaks!). By prowess I meant cooking omelet and pancit canton. Goodness, those are the only food I could cook, I could have cooked the rice too, but Ma’am Rose got ahead of me. Boohoo.

Let us assume that my omelet looked like this ;)
And so, Jonalie and I started preparing the ingredients for the omelet. Ma’am Rose said that they have tomatoes and onions… and by onions, she meant a single tiny onion bulb, which I jokingly said that whoever gets a piece of the onion is lucky (that was how small it was). Jonalie began the chopping of the tomatoes and the tiny onion, while I started beating the eggs and later on mixing ‘em up. I really wanted to put more tomatoes but then they said they wanted omelet and not tomatoes with eggs (if you get the joke) so I heated up the pan and stated cooking. I think I did a pretty good job with the omelet… I am waiting for the comments of those who tasted my recipe, LOL J

Is it true that the new Lucky Me! pancit canton tastes different?

Then the pancit canton. Do I actually have to narrate how I cooked four packs of pancit canton? I mean most people are able to cook pancit canton by the age of 12 (or younger even) and if I don’t know how to cook pancit canton, I am so much of a disgrace. Hehe J

We ate, cleared the table and washed the dishes, then we watched TV while tinkering with our phones, cleaned ourselves, and went to bed. Day 0 done!


Day 1: June 4-Saturday


The following day, I completely woke up at around 3:45AM. There was a slight change of plans, but what can we do? And so we prepared and left the staff house at 4:30AM, buying pan de sal along the way for our breakfast and rode the bus to Starmall Crossing, where we will be having a looong jeepney ride to Tanay (yep, we went and will go to outings using public transpo… no cars, no licenses, hehe). We arrived at Starmall at around 5:30 and rode the jeep where I slept almost all the way. I woke up when we were at Baras, Rizal, with a ridiculous smile on my face. Perhaps it was the cold air, or the cute little town, or having slept, or just because I was excited for our trip. Perhaps one of the highlights of our trip was while still riding the jeep, a tricycle driver was tailing us and shouting “Ma’am sa Daranak po, Daraitan,” offering us a ride to our destination. Along the streets were other tricycle drivers shouting the same thing to us.

Daranak Falls
At around 7:30AM, we reached a Jollibee in Tanay, where we decided to stop over to pee (as there is still a long way to go before reaching Daranak). That was when Jonalie told us that she forgot to charge her DSLR! Noooooooooooo! Good thing, the manager of Jollibee allowed her to charge her battery there for 10 minutes (or longer if we dine in, which we did). By 8AM, we were on the go again (and I, secretly praying that the 30 minutes was enough for the camera to last the rest of the day) and we rode a tricycle going to Daranak.

I thought the ride would be short, but it was not! It took us around 20 minutes to reach Daranak Falls! Our driver was very kind and acted as a tour guide. He talked about the specialty foods, Daranak Falls and Daraitan River, Pililla Wind Farm, Mt. Nova (which has eight falls), Kalinawan Cave, the Groto of Our Lady of Rawang with 402 steps, and other fun facts. During the ride, I saw a herd of sheep and I realized that that was the first time ever saw a sheep. Hurray for me!

Batlag Falls
And then, there was Daranak Falls… it was a very beautiful place, very nature-y and peaceful. But I must say I did not truly enjoy bathing there (or at Batlag Falls, where we transferred because it was crowded at Daranak). For one thing, it just rained the previous night and the ground was a bit muddy. And another thing was because the floor of the falls was soil and pebbles combined, which made the river unclear. I was actually afraid of going into the waters because I could not see the bottom or where I was supposed to step next, although I could see that the water is only up to the waists of the tourists. Since the river floor was composed of soil and pebbles, it was awkward (for me) to walk without slippers and so I was wearing mine, meaning to say, I was not really able to swim. Personally, I think Daranak and Batlag Falls is good for bonding and not for swimming. In Batlag area, they have this pool but the water is not flowing so you wonder how many children already peed there ;)

Don’t get me wrong, I truly enjoyed our stay at Batlag Falls, I got to know my officemates better and got to relax in such a natural and beautiful place (while eating junk food, LOL).

By 1PM, more people were arriving and so we decided to pack up and leave, especially that we wanted to climb the 402 steps to the grotto. We texted the tricycle driver who drove us to Daranak and asked him to bring us to the foot of the grotto. There, he told us to leave our things inside the tricycle and bring only the valuables and water. That was really the best advice, because I thought 402 steps was a piece of cake, BUT IT WAS NOT! The steps were uneven and as we climbed higher, the air is also thinning so breathing was a bit harder.

Top of Grotto of Our Lady of Rawang

While climbing and looking around, I realized that the trail was actually for the Stations of the Cross. Obviously, I did not have my prayer book with me and I do not know what to pray for that Stations of the Cross, and so I just murmured Hail Mary’s while climbing the 402 steps. Reaching the top is another story. It was such a perfect place to put up a grotto. I realized there that climbing the stairs is like life, you have to keep pushing forward (or in the grotto’s case, upward) to reach your goal and when you do, you are most fulfilled. At the top, I saw the greens of the mountains, I saw the sky, I saw a glimpse of the world (yes, exaggeration much?) and I was with the monument of Jesus Christ and Virgin Mary. Despite the fatigue of climbing up, it was all worth it because I thought that my journey up strengthened (even by small percentage) my faith and brought me closer to the Lord. Yes, I am being preachy, but the blessed feeling and fulfillment at the grotto was truly magical. I would like to climbed up again, this time, doing the proper Stations of the Cross.


The journey down was less exhaustive, but it was scary because I got to see how high we were and given my fear of heights, climbing down was not the best thing. Good thing there was a hand raid, which I prevented myself from gripping super hard.

Going up
Going down
 If the journey up the grotto was tiring, the journey HOME was equally tiring. The only edge of the journey home was at least I was not perspiring nor climbing a very high flight of stairs. Yet still, to get out of Rizal (back to Starmall Crossing) which took more than two hours plus more or less an hour and half back home was still pretty tiring.


More adventures to come!