Mt. Makiling
Rating: 3/5

Sinabi na ngang DANGER: DO NOT GO BEYOND THIS POINT, ngunit kami'y nagpatuloy pa rin. Aming sinalakay ang kagubatan, nagtangkang abutin ang tuktok.

Err. Nagtagalog ba.o_0

BLEH. Mt. Makiling was brimming to the pot with disgusting human-hypersensitive bloodsucking LEECHES goddamnfuckinggod. o_o Hiked with Angel and Lizard, tried to trek the mountain one day instead of two (Apparently the group disintegrated after one cat fight with the supreme airheaded leader kuno na bigla nalang kaming iniwan sa ere ng putanginang yan. Huwell, don't give a shit, you can have your little environmentalistic non-drinking exclusive clique; us tomadors shall form our own, thankyouverymuch.) because camping was prohibited, much less even possible.

We entered the mountain from UP Los Baños, my first time to step in that campus, mind, and my gaaaaaaaad it was sprawling with towering, humongous junglesque trees, all the flora and fauna--gift of nature and evolution. We were traipsing with our light backpacks when lo and behold an eagle materialized on a fallen tree at the side of the road. Its head was cocked to one side, eyes curiously studying us, its head-feathers brushed back slick seemingly with Gatsby wax. It flapped its mighty wings and slid its eyelids down its circle eyes. It was National-Geographicesque.o_0

Jump to the DANGER: DO NOT GO BEYOND THIS POINT signages nailed on another fallen log blocking our way. And because we were adamant, wayward, thrill-seeking, curious folks, we ducked and stepped beyond the precaution line. The trees became denser, the trail narrower, steeper, muddier, more varieties of screeching insectivores, more fallen gigantic decaying trees covered with mushrooms, more heat, more gnarled outgrowths, more vibrations, more humidity. More everything. Then somewhere along the way there'd be little brooks of cool, clear water. There'd be side glimpses of tropical trees rising from ravines. It was really really pretty and really really fun and really really exciting. 'Parently I am running out of adjectives. Blaharharhar.XD Goodlord, I are kooky. Real nice name, Kooky. If I get a pet canary bird I'll name her Kooky.:D

Up under the height of the midday sun, a rainbow-streaked black wormlike thingy was hiking up my stretch pants. It was thin and cute and innocuous-looking and it climbed up the mountain of my right knee attaching its head and dragging up the rest of its body. It's like you limbless and crawling on the ground using your mouth to dig your maxilla with all your upper teeth and pulling your torso up. That, over and over. Only that I realized it wasn't an innocuous cute little worm; it was a carnivorous vampiric parasite: a fucking leech.

My scream stretched across the sky.

I was bouncing and jumping deliriously to keep the disgusting thing off my knee. Lizard flicked the lighter on and aimed for the bugger, burning my stretch pants along with it. The leech squirmed and balled up and melted and died. Hideous. It was fucking hideously fucking disfuckinggusting. Then Lizard had two leeches sucking on his feet. More screams stretched across the sky. Then Angel had a leech sucking on her face. The lighter. Flick. Burn. Run. Repeat that fifty times. Scream. Flick. Burn. Run. Repeat. We had to run while burning the bloody fuckers; stop a second or two, you'll find two or three more leeches feasting on you. We were a smorgasbord of blood. There were millions of teeth-puncturing leeches up there and there were only three of us. If you stand there still you'll wake up with only your bones painted with a layer of pale skin. One story goes, a drunken farmer fell asleep and died with leeches sucking from his nose, his ears, his mouth, his anus, all his body orifices.

As we were about to abort our frantic climb, a woodsman in black rubber boots passed us by admonishing we should all descend the mountain. He stopped a while, removed his boots, revealing his bloody feet covered with a throng of writhing vampire worms. He picked them up off his festering feet like they were mere strips of bubblegum. "You'll get used to it," he said, chuckling. He whacked each boot upside down and out fell a swarm of leeches. "They don't really hurt," he adds, putting each boot back. "The pain, they bite just like ants." We screamed again and scampered back to where we came from.

We had sidetrips to the Mud Spring and Flat Rocks both which forked off the main trail. Mud Spring is a crater of boiling mud that smelled like fireworks, while Flat Rocks is a waterfall streaming over large slabs of flat rocks. How pleonastic.XP It's like describing a square red cube with the words square and red and cube.XP

WOOHOOOO! One more month and semester's officially OVER.XD

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