Caramoan… A neck of land in Bicol Region in the province of Camarines Sur… Unarguably a paradise for most people but who would have thought that we will be embittered in this place by a chap who promised us an exhilarating pursuit but end up to be a fantasy when we arrived at the location… I don’t want to mention how crap it had been but I could say that it significantly ruined our supposed to be trip and my vision of having a good race.
It was one of the long trips I had. We left Thursday night at arrived at the peninsula Friday afternoon. Prolonged stop-over might have provoked the cause of delay and so the miscommunications. We put up our tent and cooked dinner Friday night and had a little bit of socials while our president Fads, went for a meeting to talk about the unfortunate incident. The meeting eventually changed all of our plans in the morning.
Saturday, we have decided to just enjoy our day because crying over spilled milk wouldn’t do anymore good to us. After Breakfast, we immediately moved and island hopped.
Picture taking per island wouldn’t definitely be missed and the thought regarding the “supposed-to-be-race” was almost forgotten. We even went to the island were the phenomenal “SURVIVOR” is taking place.
We also climb in Caramoan’s highest peak (Geez! I forgot the mountain’s name). The 500 steps to the summit made my knees wobble (lack of mountain climbing training punished me) but the view was exhilarating above.
It was an astounding day for all of us despite of the sore body that we had. We had our dinner and had another social after and went to our tents to sleep. We almost thought that the organizer’s failure had already put to an end… but we are all wrong. We left the campsite at 6AM so that we will be able to reach Talisay Port earlier. It was a three-hour boat-ride that made me feel dehydrated and exhausted due to heat.
Upon reaching the post, all of us were delighted to see the buses because we think we can go; but we were all surprised to know that the buses can’t leave yet until everything was settled. We have no choice but to wait for hours for the action plan that the whole group is doing. All of us were stressed on what had happened and at the same time angry. I couldn’t blame the group for we know how we were cheated.
Eventually, buses with loads of mountaineers, runners and adventurers left at 8PM and arrived in Manila at 3AM. Some of the group went to Camp Crame to sue the organizer. I am not sure what had happened afterwards as I went home for I still have my day job waiting for me.
Overall, what had happened in Caramoan is very unfortunate not only for us who joined but for the organizers as well. I am not sure what the real story behind it was, yet I hope that justice will prevail and may this be a lesson for all of us…
In behalf of our group, I would like to thank the locals of Caramoan who were kind enough to accommodate some of our needs. They may not be rich people but they have shown us hospitality that we truly appreciate… Again, Thank you.