I love adventure. The feeling of having a new experience to that familiar or unfamiliar place, it pushes me further, gives me challenges that teaches me different lessons and create memories that I'll never forget.
But there are just some of those misadventures that I heard from other people that I have dreaded to happen to me. And the descent from the lovely monolith and summit of Pico de Loro gave me an out of the ordinary adventure I never thought I'd surpass.
Our group during the climb, which is composed of some new found friends, travel bloggers and an old friend from college, was divided into two. When we stopped somewhere to rest, we waited for the others and decided that the first group goes back to the DENR. We, my college friend, Gino, and I, were chatting on the trail on our descent when we were left behind by some of the ones in the first group who have faster pace than us.
