Twice, I tried going up Makiling, and failed. I got injured the first time, a day before the scheduled hike. It would have been perfect since it was summer and rafflesia was in season. My second attempt likewise failed because I didn’t make the cut to the limited number of climbers allowed. So, when my contact asked me to join on the third attempt, I said yes without thinking. It did occur to me that blood leeches love the wet season, but maybe this is the day that the Lord set for me to explore Makiling.

Unlike other mountains I’ve been to, the allure of Mt. Makiling is not at the summit where you get a 360 view of surrounding mountains. This mystical mountain is kept as protected as possible, which is why only one peak out of three is open for hikers. It’s the entire trail from the paved road from the jump off until Agila Base, and from Station 7 until Station 30 (summit) that defines the whole experience. You just have to get yourself into your National Geographic mode to truly appreciate the allure of Mt. Makiling.

We started with a long 5-km or so walk along a cemented road. I never liked hiking on anything cemented, whether it’s a road or stairs, because of the impact it strikes on my 58-year old knees. Take me to a muddy trail anytime. I don’t care if it takes forever for me to get to where I need to be.

After a few minutes of rest at Agila Base, my “encounter” with Mt. Makiling began on mild ascents until Station 22. It was Independence Day — a rainy day. Needless to say, the trail was extra muddy and slippery. The real challenge starts from Station 23 though, which is full assault until the summit. The distance between stations from there are shorter; but to a weary hiker, no distance is short enough.

The thick forest protected us from the rain throughout. At the summit, Station 30, the mist creeped through moss-covered trees. Wailing cicadas and the low murmuring wind completed the enchanting aura. A spider crawled across my belly while I sat to eat my lunch. Strangely enough, it didn’t bother me at all. It was nothing compared to the 28 blood leeches (limatik) that attached themselves to me along the trail. You see, for someone who loves the outdoors, I’m scared of bugs and critters. So why did I climb Mt. Makiling, during the rainy season at that? The opportunity presented itself, and my curiosity took over my fear.

And just like every mountain hike I make, this is a prayer for God to give equal strength to my loved ones who are suffering from various illnesses. The fleeting pain and suffering I go through during a hike is nothing compared to what they go through everyday.

Mt. Makiling, I heard your whispers. Thank you for the experience and bringing us back down safe and sound.