South Cotabato

Hikong Mahi: the aftermath

By on June 10, 2010

bamboo challenge ….continued from here.

We assumed that the remainder of our river trek would be a piece of cake. But just when we thought we could breeze back to our starting point, we faced one more challenging pit stop. We found ourselves on top of a large boulder and the only way down (an approximately 60° descent) was via a single 4-inch wide bamboo pole. We took off our footwear to have better gripping while walking down the slippery pole. I would have wanted to know the limits of my Merrells, but my common sense got the better of my misplaced optimism.

Everything else was easy after that obstacle. There were only moderate inclines, manageable descents and even two reliable wooden bridges. We learned that we have already reached Sitio Laboy, the community at the riverbank opposite Sitio Kangko. Along the way, Roy showed us the starting point for a Mt. Three Kings expedition. We also saw cut bamboo poles and timber strewn on the trail like railroad tracks. A carabao (water buffalo) would be used to drag these down, which would be later sold at the nearest local market.

Our group arrived at the base at around 12:00 PM. Before heading out for a late lunch at Punta Isla Resort, we took a quick bath at a nearby stream, the flow of which could be traced back to Hikong Mahi. The water was surprisingly clear and cold even at this point. It washed away all our exhaustion from all the hiking we have done for the past 24 hours.


And that I believe, capped all our adventures in Sitio Kangko and Hikong Mahi. It was indeed a memorable trek for a lot of reasons:

  • Michaela bought a new life vest just for this trip. After 1.5 hours in the air and probably a day’s worth of land travel, the vest was finally used in Hikong Mahi for around 20 minutes.
  • Claire took our only photos during our river trek because all our cameras were safely tucked in our bags. Since she came all the way from Metro Manila for this, perhaps for her, documenting every leg of our journey was worth all the risk. But I did notice Honeylee perching her phone on a rock. I have yet to see her takes though.
  • Ella May and Cyel both slipped at different points during our river trek. But despite the ordeal that these ladies underwent, both of them bravely stood up after each fall.
  • When most of us were struggling to sleep soundly in our tents, Moonyen slept undisturbed in a hammock. Probably because she was also wearing her favorite pajamas. And among the ladies in the batch, Lesley holds the distinction of being the first to reach Hikong Mahi. She arrived with her small sling bag that was never soiled the entire time.
  • Although Earl John hails from South Cotabato, he did not know how the trail to Tinago Falls would look like. Nonetheless, he finished every challenge without any objection. The youngest in the group was John Jay. It was his first climb and I am pretty sure there will be more for him this year.
  • Kuya Julius Mella is the most (and only) experienced mountaineer in the bunch. He surprised all of us at Hikong Mahi when he brought pork adobo and DOLE pineapple slices out of his backpack.


It would be a different experience if I was trekking alone. Mountaineering after all, is never a lonely endeavor. For one, you need a good team for support, encouragement and especially when you run out of water. You can also become a better teammate by waiting for others to catch up, by carrying someone else’s belongings and by taking the occasional group photo.

Someone told me that those who climb mountains end up discovering more about themselves at the end of the day. Seeing a breathtaking sunset is just an added bonus. What new and old fears were conquered this time? How did you face every obvious danger? What does it really mean to be alive in the absence (or the presence) of everyday comfort? If you get the answers to any of these questions, then your trek would not have been just another photo album in your Facebook profile.

It is not difficult to draw other important life metaphors from this trek. There was an instance where I could no longer distinguish the trail amidst the forest undergrowth. I knew that I was just a few minutes behind Roy, but he seemed nowhere in sight. I almost panicked but I reminded myself that I must make it alive to the waterfalls. I cannot afford to give up or abandon this race without putting up a good fight. I shouted out Roy’s name and he then waved from a distance. I asked him how I could get to where he was. He gestured that I should go to my right. I would not know what would have happened if I had proceeded further in my previous direction.

journey home
May I end this entry with this final thought. Next to my pair of shoes, the second thing that I brought fitting in this journey was a heart that longed for an adventure. It certainly got what it wanted. And yes, it is ready to take in so much more.

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    June 10, 2010

    Wow!I almost cry…Truly, we are just conqueror of our own fears…Now we know we can do things we thought we can't.

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    worthy thoughts of pandesal

    June 11, 2010

    This entry reminds me of the first mountain climbing adventure I had in college with my SOCMOC (Sothial Mountain Climbers) friends. We fearlessly conquered the Mt. Tudaya (a view of Mt. Apo’s Majestic Peak) in Davao City. The waterfall in this mountain is indeed a metaphor of a life filled with endless dreams. Keep on conquering both the discovered and yet to "be" discovered amazing mountains of our beloved Pilipinas.

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    June 11, 2010

    Checklet, just proceed with caution though. But you are right, we conquer one fear at a time.

    Welcome to BC!

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    June 11, 2010

    Panyang, thank you for the encouragement. Mountaineering commands a significant investment too. But the sacrifices, I gather, will be worth every penny in the end.

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    June 11, 2010

    sometimes, i climbed mt. agad agad all by myself. i start at 9pm and get there 10pm. then setup the hammock, do some thinking then sleep. in the morning i climb down. i take my meals before and after climb. my bag contains water, extra shirt, sleeping bag and hammock.

    mountain climbing can be a one-man conquest 🙂

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    brinee mae

    June 11, 2010

    very well-written ending sa inyo South Cotabato adventure. while reading through your entries, i felt like following a telenovela.. and this entry was an awesome conclusion to your great adventure.

    piso fare sa cebu pacific today- more mountains to conquer pa 🙂

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    June 11, 2010

    Kuya, loneliness is never measured by quantity. You can be stuck in the middle of Makati, and yet get the weird feel of being alienated from the crowd.

    I missed Agad-Agad already. 🙂 I'm not sure if our 'flag' was still there. But I remember reaching the cliff where a marker was put in place. Welcome to BC!

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    June 11, 2010

    te, the SouthCot series has not yet ended. I think there are still 3-4 posts to be published before Project Windmills. 😉

    Yes. Despite Cebu Pacific's errors, I bought a ticket for Q1-2010. I'm praying for Batanes too. But I might be climbing somewhere in Mindanao, before the year ends.


Brennan Mercado
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Brennan is an electronics engineer by profession. From time to time, he gets to travel beyond his office cubicle, try new restaurants or catch up with his terribly long list of unread books. He likes museums, spicy food and talking with habal-habal drivers. For now, he's still deciding on whether to play Pokémon GO or not.

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