The ridge at Tagaytay

It has been raining for the past few days and the rains have been drenching the city.

But a nice ray of sunshine peeking through gray clouds and the prospect of cool weather prompted us to drive to Tagaytay one weekend.

It was bonding time for the kids and for the grandparents. So off we went, traversing the famous Edsa, not very early, but early enough to dodge the equally famous traffic associated with this historic thoroughfare.

At the back of the van, the grandparents and the kids chatted merrily.

We reached one of the exits of the South Luzon Expressway in less than an hour, deliberately traveling at a lazy pace.

We were soon traversing the road to Tagaytay, passing by ritzy subdivisions, malls, restaurants, and roadside stores.

After sometime, we were soon passing by quaint houses, improvised fruits stands, souvenir centers, and craftsmen’s shops, as we got nearer our destination.

You know that you’re almost there when you see the modest resthouses, small hotels, and inns, all surrounding the ridge.


We passed by the famous Rotonda as we enjoyed the early morning view. We doubled-back, as we headed to go the popular Picnic Grove.

Unfortunately, the place was still drenched by the rains of the past few days.

What we found however was a simpler, nicer place.

It was a roadside eatery, just beginning to open. The owner graciously allowed us to take one of huts and our packed lunch. We ordered con gee to go with our lunch.

We talked as we ate, as cars loaded with weekend travelers, like us, passed by the road.

We were soon on our way to a nice spot to view the world-famous Taal Volcano.

No matter how many times you have seen the volcano, you do not get tired of its ethereal beauty.

We spotted the volcano, nestled in Taal Lake.

But the view took a drastic transformation, as fog begun blanketing the surroundings, carrying with it chilly air.

We linger for a sometime and took pictures.

As the afternoon rolled by, we headed to a famous burger house for snacks.

We were soon heading home, but not after taking some more pictures at some isolated spots along the ridge, against the backdrop of the Taal Volcano.

A pleasant roadtrip to Real, Quezon

Convoy to Real

It was a typical day one summer when the convoy rolled off.

The idea came from my brother, who happened to know a very good, although not very “commercialized” beach resort in Real, Quezon.

We were going to the beach with several cousins and nieces and nephews who were all excited. The roads going to Real, Quezon are mostly scenic and near the coast.

The road trip saw our modest convoy of a car and a van head toward Southern Luzon. We left very early in the morning, intending to enjoy the cool weather in the morning and to avoid the traffic rush in the city.

We also intend to enjoy the scenic route, because we will be passing by Antipolo, Tanay, and some towns in Laguna, including Pililla and Siniloan.

We then headed to Real, Quezon and proceed directly to one of the “rural” beach resorts.

Reaching Laguna

From Manila, the road begun to transform as we reached Laguna. We had packed our breakfast and planning to just eat along the way.

The scene took a gentle transformation, as an urban setting gave way to a more rural appearance. We passed by quaint houses, farmlands, and a carpet of green from both sides of the road.

After passing by Rizal, we negotiated a nice zigzag road heading to Famy, Laguna.

The travel time to the zigzag road was about 45 minutes, but we had to make quick stops. Some of the kids actually got dizzy and well, there goes the breakfast.

Thankfully, our itinerary included a sort of a pit stop in Famy where my brother’s father in-law was waiting for us.

We reached Famy and stayed there for some snacks. We got a nice “tour” courtesy of my brother’s father in-law who graciously showed us around. The kids played for a while, before we finally got ready and went on the road again.

Infanta, Quezon

The roads and the surrounding vista were even simpler, but more beautiful going to Infanta, Quezon.

The road, while still long and unwinding, was gentler. There were hills, and trees from both sides. We passed by a few bikers, and a few cars. After a few hours, we finally reached Real.

A quaint resort

The resort was along the highway and very near a small public market.

After settling in and exchanging pleasantries with the caretaker of the resort, the kids eventually headed off to the beach.

Against a backdrop of a green mountain, the beach is actually a small fishing town. Simple nipa hut cottages dot the coastline. Fishermen’s nets are hanged from houses found alongside the simple cottages.

While the kids frolicked, the grown-ups made a short trip to the market and got large squids, prawns, and some fish for dinner.

We had a nice time just letting the time pass by, sitting on the cottage with a view of the sea as we watched the kids play along the beach.

Shooting the rapids at Cagayan De Oro

There were about 6 of us, one on each side of the rubber dinghy, paddle on hand while our guide barked orders.

What started out as a tranquil trip soon became a roller-coaster ride, as the rapids became even more violent. We were told not to open our mouths lest the river decides to shove several liters of river water down our throats.

But forcibly drinking the not-so-pleasant river water was the least of our problems.

The dinghy was swaying uncontrollably on the left side, as we tried our damn best to keep the course straight. Our dinghy, and its occupants, was being thrown like a rag doll from side to side, and we were getting soaked to the skin.

The rapids seemed hell-bent on testing the group's resolve.

The rapids raged on, as we saw one large vortex after another, with white foam brewing at the center of each vortex.

We tried to steer clear of the vortex, remembering that falling off the dinghy and getting trapped in the middle of the vortex is a high possibility.

We grit our teeth and tried to listen to the orders of our guide, who seem uncannily calm and composed.

We were shooting the rapids in a white-water rafting adventure in Cagayan De Oro.

We braced ourselves, knowing that the worst was yet to come.

From two-foot high swells, the rapids soon rose to about 4 to 5 feet. Some of us were shouting in joy and in terror.

We caught a glimpse of other groups struggling as we were.

The calm water up ahead seemed too distant. Muscles started to ache, and the repeated rowing became an effort.

After a few hours, we were soon home-free, with a long stretch of flat, calm water up ahead.

The water stood calm and for the first time, we had the chance to enjoy the scenery.
The river bank was carpeted with grass and shrubs, and tall coconut trees. The river seemed unspoiled. And the ride was soon over.

We were tired and spent.

But we still raised our paddles in unison, a tradition for those who endured, and survived, the rapids of Cagayan de Oro.

Race to the Chocolate Hills

I was at an Amazing Race-type of team-building in an out-of-town junket for journalists recently.

There were four teams and my team was in the middle of a hotly-contested race against another team.

Only a few seconds separated the two teams and the tension was quite thick.

The next leg of the race required the teams to choose an all-terrain vehicle (ATV) and ride in tandem.

The ATVs were lined-up and ready. About ten ATVs will accommodate ten riders and their tandems.

There were 6 of us in the team, and it would be a huge advantage if all of us can have a go at the ATVs ahead of the other teams. We would be riding in tandem, which means we would need 3 ATVs.

The first wave of riders, including myself, did not have the pleasure of choosing the color of the ATV that we need to ride and race with.

The race had an interesting twist: instead of racing on sand or unpaved roads, we had to ride the ATV all the way up the viewing platform of the scenic Chocolate Hills in Bohol.

After donning my safety helmet, I did a nice short leap to mount the ATV.
The race guides quickly gave the basic control scheme of the ATV.
Press the throttle to go, release to slow down.

There was no time to plan for the ATV race, and a teammate instinctively leaped behind me, because we were supposed to ride in tandem.

The opposing team, our closest rival, was also gearing up and doing the same.
The roar of the ATVs meant the race was on.

The paved road was long and winding, very similar to the famed Kennon Road in Baguio City, although a bit easier to negotiate.

The road was on the side of a mountain, with a cliff on the other side. The hills were also on the other side.

But at that moment, I was not entertaining any thoughts of enjoying the view, as the ATV roared.

From time to time, I kept on looking back and checking on the position of my teammates and of our opponents.

As the angle of the road got sharper, the ATV engine seemed to roar in louder and louder in agony.

Thankfully, me and my teammates reached the platform first.

It was a grueling race, but for a few minutes, I finally got to admire the beauty of the world-famous Chocolate Hills.

The hills can be seen standing from afar like quiet, rotund sentinels, towering above green plains.

The view from the top is simply breathtaking.

Travel to Angeles City and try the ultralight

If you have a fear of flying, and you want to overcome this fear, then flying in an ultralight might be the cure.

What you can do is travel to Angeles City in Pampanga and visit the Angeles City Flying Club (ACFC) for an unforgettable adrenaline rush.

At first glance, you will see that the ultralight is nothing more than a glider with a small motor and a huge propeller attached to it.

So there I was lining up to wait for my turn to ride in one of these ultralights. I was with colleagues and we were at the ACFC, participating in an Amazing Race-like challenge where one of the legs of the race required us to ride an ultralight.

I thought I was lucky that my designated pilot was one of the founders of the ACFC.

Before it was my turn, I watched this pilot execute funky maneuvers such as shooting straight up and dropping straight down in midair.

The jolly fellow gave me a reassuring smile as I strap on my seat belt and put on a headset. The headset does two things; one, block the noise and two, allow me and the pilot to talk to each other.

The takeoff was very short. And soon, we were airborne.

I did not take out my cellular phone to take a selfie, remembering that it would be disastrous if somehow the device would slam onto the propeller.

At 300 feet, I saw the small silhouette of the ultralight casting its shadow to the fields below.

The surrounding area was mostly flat terrain. Farms, plantations, and picket fences can be seen. It was serene, although the noise of the motor can still be heard, as we ascended higher.

At around 600 feet, the jolly pilot asked me if I was “ready.” I said "Yes," without really knowing what he meant.

Then it happened. First, he pulled the throttle up. I felt the G force (the experience was like having a concrete block pushing down my chest) for a few seconds as the ultralight went straight up. The gauge read 800 feet. The pilot then leveled the ultralight.

After leveling, the unthinkable happened: the propeller and engine became dead silent!

Sensing my apprehension, the pilot said he was just putting the engine on “neutral.”

I haven’t really recovered from the G force experience yet when the pilot suddenly revved up the engine, and jerked the throttle downward.

The ultralight immediately nosedived.

Terrified and excited at the same time, I was actually facing down at the ground below. I saw the ground below rushing toward me alarmingly fast and I felt the adrenaline rush.

The pilot then quickly leveled the throttle to "correct" the ultralight.

I took a quick glance at the gauge and saw that from 800 feet, the ultralight went down to 400 feet in a matter of seconds.

From G to negative G in a few seconds. It was unlike any roller-coaster ride.

I thought I’d spill my guts out and throw up, but it was over soon.

The ultralight landed smoothly and taxied for a few seconds along the short, grassy runway.

Fortunately, my legs did not turn to jelly as I disembarked from the ultralight.

And I had to try it again.