At around 4pm, we went back to the campsite afterwards to cook the meat we brought. There was a commotion about the proper way of making fire and skewing the pork and roasting it on fire. We were like children besting our way to become Bear Grylls. In the end, the pork was delicious but a bit salty, and the adobo was uhh, adobo. Meat, scarce, water, and fight for (pseudo) power: we were like the characters of the book “Lord of the Flies” which I was currently reading back then.
After eating, we cleaned ourselves and attempted to do a bonfire, but failed. Phegiel brought alcohol, but because we’re all tired, nobody seemed to be in the mood for drinking. And so, at 8pm, the six of us slept together, cramped inside a cabin that supposedly would only fit three people.
We woke up at 5:30, ate breakfast (marshmallows and adobo because the rest of the food including rice got spoiled) then prepared for the next (and final) waterfall before we go home. The trek upstream was smooth, and it was a great avenue to take photos, but the light is scarce because the sun couldn’t pierce through us because of the trees shading us. We passed through the river, and at some points, we had to cross deep parts, which gave me no choice but to raise my camera above my head.
It’s one of my very few photos in this camp. We literally climbed up the Batya-batya waterfall amid the strong current just to see if there were still waterfalls up there. It turned out that there were, and far more beautiful at that. The only case is that people have to swim deep streams to reach that part of the water, so we weren’t able to take pictures. That’s Dexter above me.
We also took (so many) series of photos of these guys jumping from the waterfall, going up again to dive again then go up and dive again. Here’s one photo.
And of course, there’s the monochrome shots.
The rest of the morning was spent with swimming and taking photos and again, fooling around. It was a perfect moment to be with friends, with anyone who agrees to climb mountains with you despite the lack of preparation with only a whole bunch of craziness.
We didn’t have a tripod, so thanks to the stones.