We had an early start the next day. It was still very dark when we started to trek from the campsite towards the peak. We went ahead of most of the other campers so we could get a good spot for the sunrise — something that Mt Pulag is most famous for.
Now that we’ve got our cameras ready, all we had to do was wait.
It started out as a tiny tinge of orange at the distant horizon. Then it progressed to a multi-colored hue of red and purple and yellow and blue. What we were waiting for was not really the sun, but the effect of its light as it kisses the bed of clouds beneath it.
Mt. Pulag’s Sea of Clouds. I can’t even find the right words to describe it. I’ll let the pictures do all the talking.
I don’t get to see a sight as magnificent as this everyday. Well, not from the overcrowded city where I live anyway. Unfortunately, we didn’t have forever to take in the sights, we had an itinerary to follow. So we made our way down to break camp and to have breakfast. And soon, we had to leave Mt. Pulag. 😦
I have to mention, there is a make-shift comfort room in Pulag. It’s against the rules to do the “thing” wherever you want. The CR was just a giant hole dug out from the ground, like an unfinished septic tank. Wooden planks were used as the floor and there were gaps for you to “drop it”. It was a terrible thought, actually. But its been my 3rd day in Pulag and its still hours before we reached town, so…….. Have you seen the movie Slumdog Millionaire? Well, the idea is pretty much like that. I don’t think I need to explain more.
We made our way down the mountain via the Ambangeg trail, which was the “easy trail” according to a website I was checking. The slopes weren’t so steep here but I still ended up with dead tired legs.
After a looooong and fulfilling journey, we went back to the DENR office to buy a few well-deserved souvenirs.
Being in Mt. Pulag has become a truly memorable moment, one that I would cherish for the rest of my life. And being with the best people in my world made it all worthwhile. ♥