I know this now. Mountaineering is not for me. The first time I climbed (trekked) a mountain was in Mt. Pinatubo a few years back. I think it took more than an hour of nonstop walking to reach the summit and it was then the most tiring walk I ever had. But not anymore.
Over the weekend, I finally had the chance to conquer Mt. Pulag – the 3rd highest peak in the country, the highest in Luzon – after begging off last October because of conjunctivitis. The mountain is freaking cold, the temperature dropping to 7 degrees Celsius when we conquered the summit on the early hours of Sunday.
My fingers were freezing. It was like I had both my hands on a block of ice and I could not take my hands off it.
I had 6 layers of clothes on my back – a t-shirt, 2 sweaters, and 3 jackets – but it was not enough to ward off the cold.
I had 3 layers of socks – 1 ankle-high, 2 knee-high – and it was just enough to numb my feet from the cold.
You may think I will not go through that again. But I will. Maybe in a year or two. I never did get to see the sunrise or the sea of clouds on top of the mountain. It was drizzling. And fog was all over the place.
Here are some photos I took.