Once Upon Saray ; I. The Trek Experience.

For without the durability of the sport shoes I’ve used during our journey: the limatik – or blood leeches, as the locals call it, have maybe feasted around my skin and suck my blood; the bottoms of my feet would have gone wounded; my newly pedicured nails will have soils stuck on its surrounds; or it would waste an amount of whitening treatment I’m having from my soap.

No!

No!

No!
It wasn't the things which are running on my head while we are on the trek going to Brgy. Saray – one of the Barangays of the Municipality of Pakil in the province of Laguna, Philippines.

Last November 5, 2014.
We – composed of 6 volunteer students (most are first timers) together with 3 college professors & staff – walked through deep mud, nearly slipped on mountain stones with moss, and walk-on as fast as we can for the rainfall is heavy, and the breeze is a bit thick making it sort of hassle to breathe.

10 km. trek, which lasted for about nearly 3 hours; having our shoes filled with thick mud, our underpants: wet because of the drizzles; and its ends, filled with dirt and mud, which added extra weight on the lower portion of our body.

And I, during that time, have to be more careful, for I am holding 3 cameras: 1 DSLR, 1 SLR, 1 Action Camera; A backpack filled with 1 set of clothes, other camera kits, and water jugs only (for our other set of clothes, sleeping bags, personal kits, and things which are less-important had been packed and sacked, and brought by a horse – as means of transportation, carrier of goods, and sometimes a contributor to the social identity of the owner – but in different route,  longer by 8 km., from where we've walked; then arrived later that night.).

But while we are on that venture, I feel like at home; 

away from something I am quite blinded from.