God, No More Ciggies!!!!
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Waking up quite early, with my back slightly aching from sleeping in the tent with only thin blanket giving me not enough comfort from my sleep last night. I had no qualms about it actually, it was expected and part of the whole adventure. However adding more to the backache was the headache and feeling of dehydration from last night binge drinking, it could worsen if I stayed sleeping (so I thought). We ran out of cigarette from the previous night's socials and there's no other option to shake that reality off but by taking a walk in the woods. I saw Will (another camper I made friend from the last night's drinking) getting ready for the walk. I knew about his plan from last night but I was not really taking it seriously.
Will, me and another camper, Tetet who was on a high note as always as if she has an unlimited supply of ganja went to the trek. Initially, we planned to reach some peak but after walking through a bizarre landscape of dry riverbed, twigs and bushes and somehow out-of-place pine trees for few minutes, Will being the "leader" asked if we wanted to reach a peak or just see the "golf course" like area with vast vacant space with few interesting pines trees and Mt Anawangin as the backdrop.
Anawangin got its name from Ilocano word nuang which means carabao. There were stories of wild carabao attacking humans. Good thing, it never happened to us.
Upon reaching the camp, we had our breakast, then followed with another walk on the beach. The sand in Anawangin Cove is actually from Mt. Pinatubo. The sand is not white and powdery, it is mostly gray, ash from the volcano. According to the locals, the pine trees, (actually Agoho trees) did not exist in the area before the eruption of Mt.
There was an easy climb to a small summit near the beach, the 5 minutes ascend has given me a good look of the cove. Anawangin Cove is a crescent shaped cove with a pristine volcanic white sand beach. There is no direct road to Anawangin from the towns. The cove's isolation has kept it free from development, there are no resorts on this natural beauty, save for a few huts, deep wells and not-so polished toilets.
After the hike, it was time for lunch and our eventual departure back to Pundaquit.
We reached Pundaquit so wet. I changed clothes, bought a pack of cigarette. We settled back to the van as I indulged myself with my nicotine addiction.
Few more hours, we were back to Manila, back to the jungle where we are very familiar of.