Travelling the ‘Mountain Trail’ in the last half-century, I would have gone past Mount Pulag a hundred times or more. And on 99 times out of that 100 trips, the mountain would have been shrouded in cloud or mist, or drenched by rain.
'Ahh give me a break,' I muttered. 'I want to see Purgatory.'
Young schoolgirls take a break from their lunch break and break into smiles,
Vegetable farms are a feature of the mountainsides.
It's more captivating than a ms universe beauty contest.
The rooftops of Bekkel are still shiny in the foreground.
After nearly two hours of steady hiking, Rita (my guide) and I arrived at the summit.
We got there with plenty of time before the Pulag meridian moved further around to greet the sun.
I ‘chilled’ for a bit, then I got to behold sunrise from Mount Pulag.
What glorious scenes mine eyes behold!What wonders burst upon my view!
'And I'm hungry and my lunch is waitin,' said Rita. 'You keep to the trail.'
in a far better way than I or anyone can ever write.