Asia's cleanest dam: Pantabangan

Baler is one of my most visited destination in the Philippines; And for every visit, I can't help but stare at Pantabangan Dam, and tell myself, I have got to find some time to visit this dam. 

I once attempted to visit this destination, but If I recall it right, I think I was led again to Baler, if not elsewhere. 

This weekend, while I was due to do the Bakun Trio climb in benguet, I was not feeling well for a 3peak weekend. Another travel friend Gen was inviting me too for an exploration climb in the town of Alfonso Castaneda (just nearby pantabangan), but when I checked out the elevation level of his mountain of interest, it was 2000masl (major climb); Thus, I requested pantabangan as an alternative, which he agreed.

We left manila at 12midnightt, and by 4:30, we were in pantabangan town proper. The town is dead asleep (not the usual rural areas whose elderlies wake up at early 3am to sweep, and cook, etc).

We walked towards Intang, that part of the dam with a port for fishing and dealers, as well as jump off point for employees of the power plant. 

The sun hasn't come up when we arrived, so the best we could do is ttake a nap. We looked for some plane to pitch our tent. 

At around 9am, I was awoken by the blow of the air. The tent was tilting at a low 30degrees. At the same time, the heat of the sun was striking directly at us. I woke up Gen too and said we better move to some other shaded parts of the dam where we can comfortably tie our hammocks. We asked some of the people there where it might be nice to do so, and we were pointed to the dam proper (if not in the resorts fronting the dam).

We walked back towards the town proper.   

After some breakfast, we decided to walk it to the dam proper. There were the fish vendors in the highway. The fishes were teasing.. then again, we just had breakfast from the same carinderia we dropped by in the morning. Had we seen these vendors ahead, we would have opted for them.

The fish vendor we spoke too was also offering service to the dam proper. He said he has a son who has a motorbike, and if we opt to, he can ask him to come over and drop us to the dam for P300. We said we didn't have money and lowered the offer to 200, but still, we thought we could just walk the distance (although, at the background, I knew we'll be able to hitchhike).

We walked toward the direction of the dam proper, and to my surprise, we got into this log house which I, again, every time I travel to baler, look forward to seeing. This time, I am right in the house... and, wohooo, it's a coffee shop, so the more than i can get inside and see. I ended up having a 3hour sit and talk with the daughters of the owner.

The sunlight is becoming cooler, it's 3pm, and we have got to move. We walked again to the highway's detour for the dam proper. 

We tried waiting for some truck so we can hitch, but they were all speeding single motorbikes. I asked Gen to pick his bag, and we'd walk a bit (and chance on getting someone to hitch us as they see us walking towards their destination). Then, it was a fail. We would have walked almost 2 kilometers and no one was stopping. I looked at the time and it doesn't seem like we'll get on time if we keep walking. The dam closes entry for visitors by 5pm, we only have less than an hour. I knew I gotta do somethiing. 

I heard a motorcyle approaching, positioned myself, and flagged it. I told him we will be visiting the dam, and we might not get in if we continue walking. Bingo! He gave us a ride. Instantly, we were in the dam. 

When he dropped us, I asked him if there's a chance he's going back. He said  he will, and that he'll only be doing a short talk and visit to his brother who lives in the vicinity of the dam. I asked him if he can pick us up, as were not really moving anywhere else but just take pictures from the same spot, he said he will. 

After some pictures, I noticed that some of the (perhaps) dam staff were looking at us, and kind of saying, please pack up it's time to leave. We readied our stuff, and notticed Mr Trike Driver just passed. Oh my.. 

There was no choice but to walk, but there was no reason to loose hope for there will be a lot more vehicles to pass. By the time we got to the gate, a jeep with  a few workers passed. We asked if we can hitch, and luckily, they agreed. In fact, not only did we hitch with them back to pantabangan proper, they happen to be on their way to cabanatuan too. In the end, we got the free ride to Cabanatuan. Saved a total of 400 pesos in this trip.

To get to Pantabangan, take the baler bound buses from Cubao. First trip leaves at 12mn, and because of the span of the trip, you might want to take the 3am trip. The fare to Intang from the town proper is P30/pax/way.

From town proper to the dam proper is P60/pax/way. 

Dam is open for visitors from 9am til 5pm. In intang, there are some households that offer boat service for fishing (bring your fishing rods though as they don't have it available).

Baler is one of my most visited destination in the Philippines; And for every visit, I can't help but stare at Pantabangan Dam, and tell myself, I have got to find some time to visit this dam. 

I once attempted to visit this destination, but If I recall it right, I think I was led again to Baler, if not elsewhere. 

This weekend, while I was due to do the Bakun Trio climb in benguet, I was not feeling well for a 3peak weekend. Another travel friend Gen was inviting me too for an exploration climb in the town of Alfonso Castaneda (just nearby pantabangan), but when I checked out the elevation level of his mountain of interest, it was 2000masl (major climb); Thus, I requested pantabangan as an alternative, which he agreed.

We left manila at 12midnightt, and by 4:30, we were in pantabangan town proper. The town is dead asleep (not the usual rural areas whose elderlies wake up at early 3am to sweep, and cook, etc).

We walked towards Intang, that part of the dam with a port for fishing and dealers, as well as jump off point for employees of the power plant. 

The sun hasn't come up when we arrived, so the best we could do is ttake a nap. We looked for some plane to pitch our tent. 

At around 9am, I was awoken by the blow of the air. The tent was tilting at a low 30degrees. At the same time, the heat of the sun was striking directly at us. I woke up Gen too and said we better move to some other shaded parts of the dam where we can comfortably tie our hammocks. We asked some of the people there where it might be nice to do so, and we were pointed to the dam proper (if not in the resorts fronting the dam).

We walked back towards the town proper.   

After some breakfast, we decided to walk it to the dam proper. There were the fish vendors in the highway. The fishes were teasing.. then again, we just had breakfast from the same carinderia we dropped by in the morning. Had we seen these vendors ahead, we would have opted for them.

The fish vendor we spoke too was also offering service to the dam proper. He said he has a son who has a motorbike, and if we opt to, he can ask him to come over and drop us to the dam for P300. We said we didn't have money and lowered the offer to 200, but still, we thought we could just walk the distance (although, at the background, I knew we'll be able to hitchhike).

We walked toward the direction of the dam proper, and to my surprise, we got into this log house which I, again, every time I travel to baler, look forward to seeing. This time, I am right in the house... and, wohooo, it's a coffee shop, so the more than i can get inside and see. I ended up having a 3hour sit and talk with the daughters of the owner.

The sunlight is becoming cooler, it's 3pm, and we have got to move. We walked again to the highway's detour for the dam proper. 

We tried waiting for some truck so we can hitch, but they were all speeding single motorbikes. I asked Gen to pick his bag, and we'd walk a bit (and chance on getting someone to hitch us as they see us walking towards their destination). Then, it was a fail. We would have walked almost 2 kilometers and no one was stopping. I looked at the time and it doesn't seem like we'll get on time if we keep walking. The dam closes entry for visitors by 5pm, we only have less than an hour. I knew I gotta do somethiing. 

I heard a motorcyle approaching, positioned myself, and flagged it. I told him we will be visiting the dam, and we might not get in if we continue walking. Bingo! He gave us a ride. Instantly, we were in the dam. 

When he dropped us, I asked him if there's a chance he's going back. He said  he will, and that he'll only be doing a short talk and visit to his brother who lives in the vicinity of the dam. I asked him if he can pick us up, as were not really moving anywhere else but just take pictures from the same spot, he said he will. 

After some pictures, I noticed that some of the (perhaps) dam staff were looking at us, and kind of saying, please pack up it's time to leave. We readied our stuff, and notticed Mr Trike Driver just passed. Oh my.. 

There was no choice but to walk, but there was no reason to loose hope for there will be a lot more vehicles to pass. By the time we got to the gate, a jeep with  a few workers passed. We asked if we can hitch, and luckily, they agreed. In fact, not only did we hitch with them back to pantabangan proper, they happen to be on their way to cabanatuan too. In the end, we got the free ride to Cabanatuan. Saved a total of 400 pesos in this trip.

To get to Pantabangan, take the baler bound buses from Cubao. First trip leaves at 12mn, and because of the span of the trip, you might want to take the 3am trip. The fare to Intang from the town proper is P30/pax/way.

From town proper to the dam proper is P60/pax/way. 

Dam is open for visitors from 9am til 5pm. In intang, there are some households that offer boat service for fishing (bring your fishing rods though as they don't have it available).

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Why it took me 24 hours to get to Casiguran, Aurora

From a 5 question essay exam in school which I did not even halfed in 3 hours, I went next to pampanga pick up my other baggage. I left pampanga at about 9pm with thinking that I can get to cabanatuan by 12 where I can take the D'liner bus by 1am bound for Dilasag, aurora.

 

 I have decided to take the San Fernando jump off as I was already close by then. But right when I got there, I was told that there are no more buses at that hour; Cabanatuan buses via sn fernando ply 5pm latest; 

I did not want to go back home as I was that badly wanting to get away. I asked the drivers and passengers instead and was told to head to Arayat and see if I can still catch the last bus. They were confident though I can catch it as, according to them, it's a saturday.

I arrived in Cacutud Arayat at 11:30, sat and waited in the bakery. Finished a whole pack of cigarette, 2 coffee, some pieces of bread.

The tricycle drivers right in that terminal were offering service straight to Nueva Ecija, but I did not bother ask details it will certainly eat a good portion of my budget. What's coming to my mind was hitching from these 10-wheeler delivery trucks, but, my guts aren't as hardcore just yet.

12:30... 1:30... 2:30.. 3:30..4:30..5:30.

After 6 hours, i have noticed this man with a pen and a lengthwise paper. I asked if he's the inspector and he confirmed. I was finally close to resuming the trip. So i carried my bag and waited next to him.

When the Arayat Express bus arrived, it was more than full. There are passengers in the halls and doorways. But, i did not bother. I hung myself and my big bag. Half my body was out of the perimeter of the bus. It wasn't long anyway until I got a seat and napped; Nap in its ultimate definition - mere 10 minutes. The seat was too uncomfortable for even a nap. But anyhow, I got to cabanatuan by past 6 and of course, henceforward, i am not sure what the bus/van schedules are.

Cabanatuan Bus Terminal

Cabanatuan Terminal

The D'Liner bus isn't even there yet. It is said to arrive at 9, and will surely move a few more hours after. I have asked the other baler-bound passengers, and one of them said there's a genesis bus that left 5:30, with 19 available seats, and is probably midway thru.

Meantime, I roamed around the terminal to see if there are other alternatives. There was a van with 3 passengers waiting, but even these passengers look unsure if they'd go for the van. The driver was also asking  
P250 instead of the regular P200. He said he was chartered and don't really ply baler. It was the fiesta of Baler; I'm guessing that some drivers who are Baler locals might have taken a holiday; Plus, since it was a long weekend, all passenger vans are probably waiting for their turn on the return trip.

Anyhow, its almost 9am and the genesis bus is probably very close. More and more passengers are coming, and to my surprise, htere were already a bunch who are lined up for the incoming baler bus. I counted the heads and there's 17 already. Plus, there might have been some passengers that the bus must have picked up along the way. The chances of me getting a seat are very small; and I havent slept for the past 22hours -no way i'll stand or squat in the bus aisle.

Suddenly, I recalled that very close to the terminal, about 100m from the terminal, the arayat express I took dropped passengers in the circumferencial road. The problem is, im not sure if there are passengers who will get off there.I told him how screwed the commuting has been and my plan of catching the genesis baler bus in circumferencial. 

He suggested that I go to jollibee junction instead where the bus will more likely have passengers to drop. Suddenly, even before we finish the conversation, we spotted the baler bound genesis bus. Suddenly, the queu disappeared and people ran into where it is likely to stop. That time, there was more than 30 people already.

Good thing the bus didn't actually stop to where the crowd was. It stopped sumwhere that's closer to me than the crowd. Thank goodness I was the fourth passenger to hop in. I didn't bother choose seat, i sat on the very first available, just to be sure. 

More than 3 hours passed, we finally reached the town of Baler. There's a D'Liner bus to Casiguran but it is scheduled to leave only by 3pm. Instead, I walked towards the pasalubong center and out to the van terminal.

Baler to Casiguran/Dilasag Terminal

There are about 5 pssengers already, including 3 who also came all the way from Manila. They had been waiting since 11am and the thing is, some passengers come but leaves when they get tired waiting. While waiting, i hear the driver fixing the tires. I got bothered, but thought it's rather precautionary, and not repair. Just a bit later. The van filled up and we left. In fact, there were 4more passengers asking to be hitched, but there was no more space.

Not even 15mins of driving passed, and the driver stopped the van for a reason we didn't know.

We moved and just 10 mins further, he stopped again, this time, to buy a lubricant. 

Another 10-15 mins, he bought another kind of lubricant.

Again,10-15 mins later, he fuelled up. It took us less than 30 mins to move past there. I'm not sure what kind of complication it is to fuel up his van but i saw him crafting a makeshift whatever from a can crap.

We moved forward, and another 10-15mins, he stopped again to buy some meat. I thought it's how things there work because baler is the marketplace. And, Inasmuch as I want to get irate, undeniably, I was laughing from within. The whole trip, starting from Pampanga has been so Ironic.

The stopping went on. Again, just few mins, he stopped by a vulcanizing shop to check the wheels for air. When he got back in, on a cheery note, i told him "kuya mangako ka, derecho na tayo ha?"

The rain began to pour and there are some appliances in carton in the top
Load. He had to stop again to
Climb the top load and fix the tarpaulin enclosure.

Less than an hour from there, we started on the rough road. And not even a kilometer away, we had the flat tire. I got kind of frustrated, but thanks to the friendly passengers, we're all having fun. Meanwhile, It seems he's so used to it he nailed the reserve in just about 10mins.

Back on the road, another less than half an hour away, we had to cross a river. Mr driver stopped and thought for a while; He was having doubts whether he can cross it. He stopped, went out and lifted his chair to get to the engine. He pulled one end of the air filter hose, and had the petty passenger at the back of the driver seat hold it until we crossed. What a scene. The monoxide fume was blowing inside the van.

We successfully crossed but suddenly thought the passenger can't hold it the whole time. So, he spoke and said we'll have to stop by his house so he can tweak it a bit. I'm so thankful my travelling has really improved my tolerance in such things. I just cracked a joke and said he will have to serve us our dinner if we do, since we're almost starving. 

We then reached his house, and minutes after, were surprised a semi ripe papaya came out and was portioned for each of the 11 passengers. It took him half an hour to finish up (including a short shower to clean up), while i took some 10 minutes in the beach, back of his house.

While we munch and work out our stress level, he was working on a PVC pipe - cut it in half and connected it inside the air filter and then tied it up somewhere. But not even minutes after we resumed, he stopped again, got off, and took the pvc pipe. He just put the air filter back in its original casting. He probably realized we had children inside the van.

We resumed and shortly, yet, another super rough road. As expected, we caught another flat tire. He pulled another reserve, and finished the work in an even faster 10 mins I guess. As always, as soon as he got off to work it out, I went to a nearby beach to click some pictures.

There was nobody in the gate or close that they could hear me, so I walked forward and saw a group round some table. I asked for rates, and the rooms were 500/night. I did not have any plans other than just to ask so I did not bother scrutinize the facilities. I walked towards the beach for some pictures alongside the caretaker. Just 2 shots so far, i heard some yelling from the gate. I thought it wa my co passengers calling me to leave, but when I got in the gate, it was another care taker, who suddenly asked why I went in without their permission. I told him there is nobody around the gate, nor in their information desk. And as I was surprised at being asked such question in the context of a resort, I just left without minding him.

Anyway, we got back in the van as we're ready to move (for the next challenge).

There was no more reserved tire, so he dropped us at what he claims is a restaurant, while he drove back somewhere to drop his car at the vulcanizing shop to repair the tires. That took us almost an hour; enough for the passengers to gather around and talk about what's going on. This time, more of the passengers have developed hopeless frustration. Little did we know he was on another table having dinner. 

A commuter stop

Some road heading to Casiguran, Aurora

By this time, it was already dark. We hit the steep rough roads and turns and while it could be frightening, especially its raining hard at the same time, we were all just too tired and sleep already. I guess everybody had fallen sleep then. I wanted to give open up some chat just to keep him awake, but at that time, and after all, it is not for me to make an effort, so I slept just as well. 

At about 9pm forward, 4 of us travellers would once in a while ask how far we are still; the 3 are getting impatient, while the other passengers we've gone very comfortable with already are trying to keep up the spirit.  In a short while, Mia, the passenger beside me in the front seat said, we are close. Breathing gone back down to normal..

A little further, one passenger is getting off. Mr driver stepped out to get the passenger's baggage from the top load. It was going more than 20 mins already and we wondered why it is taking a while. I thought Mr driver had assisted the passenger with the baggages all the way to her house. Then, one of the passengers spotted him eating. 

When he came back, i asked him, again with a bubbly tone, why he had not told us he'll be eating so we could have had coffee too. He excused himself in that he has gone very sleepy and tired already. I didn't talk furter.

Just a little further again, there was a roadblock. An Electric post has fallen. 
And everyone's completely MAD! Some passengers were very quick to calling their known tricycle drivers so they could be picked up. We've asked mr driver to get trikes for us too so we can move on. 

More and more vehicles arriving, and around half an hour waiting, an ambulance came. Everyone had to think very quickly. Suddenly, the drivers thought about pushing the wires so the van can pass. Luckily, we managed to cross.

Fallen post a 4 kilometers before reaching the town of Casiguran, Aurora

Just close to 10-15 minutes later, we're finally in casiguran aurora. Ate Baby, one of the passengers we've been friends with already, had contacted her son so he can scout a lodge for us. We met his Son at TMB and my 3 co-travellers immediately went up to cleanup.

Meantime, I spent some 15minutes talk with ate baby. As she's more than tired, she bid goodbye and to keep texting.

the town of Casiguran, Aurora in the morning

see here for casapsapan and motyong beaches in casiguran, aurora
just after casiguran is the last town of aurora, dilasag, where I had another mishap heading to Palanan, Isabela

From a 5 question essay exam in school which I did not even halfed in 3 hours, I went next to pampanga pick up my other baggage. I left pampanga at about 9pm with thinking that I can get to cabanatuan by 12 where I can take the D'liner bus by 1am bound for Dilasag, aurora.

 

 I have decided to take the San Fernando jump off as I was already close by then. But right when I got there, I was told that there are no more buses at that hour; Cabanatuan buses via sn fernando ply 5pm latest; 

I did not want to go back home as I was that badly wanting to get away. I asked the drivers and passengers instead and was told to head to Arayat and see if I can still catch the last bus. They were confident though I can catch it as, according to them, it's a saturday.

I arrived in Cacutud Arayat at 11:30, sat and waited in the bakery. Finished a whole pack of cigarette, 2 coffee, some pieces of bread.

The tricycle drivers right in that terminal were offering service straight to Nueva Ecija, but I did not bother ask details it will certainly eat a good portion of my budget. What's coming to my mind was hitching from these 10-wheeler delivery trucks, but, my guts aren't as hardcore just yet.

12:30... 1:30... 2:30.. 3:30..4:30..5:30.

After 6 hours, i have noticed this man with a pen and a lengthwise paper. I asked if he's the inspector and he confirmed. I was finally close to resuming the trip. So i carried my bag and waited next to him.

When the Arayat Express bus arrived, it was more than full. There are passengers in the halls and doorways. But, i did not bother. I hung myself and my big bag. Half my body was out of the perimeter of the bus. It wasn't long anyway until I got a seat and napped; Nap in its ultimate definition - mere 10 minutes. The seat was too uncomfortable for even a nap. But anyhow, I got to cabanatuan by past 6 and of course, henceforward, i am not sure what the bus/van schedules are.

Cabanatuan Bus Terminal

Cabanatuan Terminal

The D'Liner bus isn't even there yet. It is said to arrive at 9, and will surely move a few more hours after. I have asked the other baler-bound passengers, and one of them said there's a genesis bus that left 5:30, with 19 available seats, and is probably midway thru.

Meantime, I roamed around the terminal to see if there are other alternatives. There was a van with 3 passengers waiting, but even these passengers look unsure if they'd go for the van. The driver was also asking  
P250 instead of the regular P200. He said he was chartered and don't really ply baler. It was the fiesta of Baler; I'm guessing that some drivers who are Baler locals might have taken a holiday; Plus, since it was a long weekend, all passenger vans are probably waiting for their turn on the return trip.

Anyhow, its almost 9am and the genesis bus is probably very close. More and more passengers are coming, and to my surprise, htere were already a bunch who are lined up for the incoming baler bus. I counted the heads and there's 17 already. Plus, there might have been some passengers that the bus must have picked up along the way. The chances of me getting a seat are very small; and I havent slept for the past 22hours -no way i'll stand or squat in the bus aisle.

Suddenly, I recalled that very close to the terminal, about 100m from the terminal, the arayat express I took dropped passengers in the circumferencial road. The problem is, im not sure if there are passengers who will get off there.I told him how screwed the commuting has been and my plan of catching the genesis baler bus in circumferencial. 

He suggested that I go to jollibee junction instead where the bus will more likely have passengers to drop. Suddenly, even before we finish the conversation, we spotted the baler bound genesis bus. Suddenly, the queu disappeared and people ran into where it is likely to stop. That time, there was more than 30 people already.

Good thing the bus didn't actually stop to where the crowd was. It stopped sumwhere that's closer to me than the crowd. Thank goodness I was the fourth passenger to hop in. I didn't bother choose seat, i sat on the very first available, just to be sure. 

More than 3 hours passed, we finally reached the town of Baler. There's a D'Liner bus to Casiguran but it is scheduled to leave only by 3pm. Instead, I walked towards the pasalubong center and out to the van terminal.

Baler to Casiguran/Dilasag Terminal

There are about 5 pssengers already, including 3 who also came all the way from Manila. They had been waiting since 11am and the thing is, some passengers come but leaves when they get tired waiting. While waiting, i hear the driver fixing the tires. I got bothered, but thought it's rather precautionary, and not repair. Just a bit later. The van filled up and we left. In fact, there were 4more passengers asking to be hitched, but there was no more space.

Not even 15mins of driving passed, and the driver stopped the van for a reason we didn't know.

We moved and just 10 mins further, he stopped again, this time, to buy a lubricant. 

Another 10-15 mins, he bought another kind of lubricant.

Again,10-15 mins later, he fuelled up. It took us less than 30 mins to move past there. I'm not sure what kind of complication it is to fuel up his van but i saw him crafting a makeshift whatever from a can crap.

We moved forward, and another 10-15mins, he stopped again to buy some meat. I thought it's how things there work because baler is the marketplace. And, Inasmuch as I want to get irate, undeniably, I was laughing from within. The whole trip, starting from Pampanga has been so Ironic.

The stopping went on. Again, just few mins, he stopped by a vulcanizing shop to check the wheels for air. When he got back in, on a cheery note, i told him "kuya mangako ka, derecho na tayo ha?"

The rain began to pour and there are some appliances in carton in the top
Load. He had to stop again to
Climb the top load and fix the tarpaulin enclosure.

Less than an hour from there, we started on the rough road. And not even a kilometer away, we had the flat tire. I got kind of frustrated, but thanks to the friendly passengers, we're all having fun. Meanwhile, It seems he's so used to it he nailed the reserve in just about 10mins.

Back on the road, another less than half an hour away, we had to cross a river. Mr driver stopped and thought for a while; He was having doubts whether he can cross it. He stopped, went out and lifted his chair to get to the engine. He pulled one end of the air filter hose, and had the petty passenger at the back of the driver seat hold it until we crossed. What a scene. The monoxide fume was blowing inside the van.

We successfully crossed but suddenly thought the passenger can't hold it the whole time. So, he spoke and said we'll have to stop by his house so he can tweak it a bit. I'm so thankful my travelling has really improved my tolerance in such things. I just cracked a joke and said he will have to serve us our dinner if we do, since we're almost starving. 

We then reached his house, and minutes after, were surprised a semi ripe papaya came out and was portioned for each of the 11 passengers. It took him half an hour to finish up (including a short shower to clean up), while i took some 10 minutes in the beach, back of his house.

While we munch and work out our stress level, he was working on a PVC pipe - cut it in half and connected it inside the air filter and then tied it up somewhere. But not even minutes after we resumed, he stopped again, got off, and took the pvc pipe. He just put the air filter back in its original casting. He probably realized we had children inside the van.

We resumed and shortly, yet, another super rough road. As expected, we caught another flat tire. He pulled another reserve, and finished the work in an even faster 10 mins I guess. As always, as soon as he got off to work it out, I went to a nearby beach to click some pictures.

There was nobody in the gate or close that they could hear me, so I walked forward and saw a group round some table. I asked for rates, and the rooms were 500/night. I did not have any plans other than just to ask so I did not bother scrutinize the facilities. I walked towards the beach for some pictures alongside the caretaker. Just 2 shots so far, i heard some yelling from the gate. I thought it wa my co passengers calling me to leave, but when I got in the gate, it was another care taker, who suddenly asked why I went in without their permission. I told him there is nobody around the gate, nor in their information desk. And as I was surprised at being asked such question in the context of a resort, I just left without minding him.

Anyway, we got back in the van as we're ready to move (for the next challenge).

There was no more reserved tire, so he dropped us at what he claims is a restaurant, while he drove back somewhere to drop his car at the vulcanizing shop to repair the tires. That took us almost an hour; enough for the passengers to gather around and talk about what's going on. This time, more of the passengers have developed hopeless frustration. Little did we know he was on another table having dinner. 

A commuter stop

Some road heading to Casiguran, Aurora

By this time, it was already dark. We hit the steep rough roads and turns and while it could be frightening, especially its raining hard at the same time, we were all just too tired and sleep already. I guess everybody had fallen sleep then. I wanted to give open up some chat just to keep him awake, but at that time, and after all, it is not for me to make an effort, so I slept just as well. 

At about 9pm forward, 4 of us travellers would once in a while ask how far we are still; the 3 are getting impatient, while the other passengers we've gone very comfortable with already are trying to keep up the spirit.  In a short while, Mia, the passenger beside me in the front seat said, we are close. Breathing gone back down to normal..

A little further, one passenger is getting off. Mr driver stepped out to get the passenger's baggage from the top load. It was going more than 20 mins already and we wondered why it is taking a while. I thought Mr driver had assisted the passenger with the baggages all the way to her house. Then, one of the passengers spotted him eating. 

When he came back, i asked him, again with a bubbly tone, why he had not told us he'll be eating so we could have had coffee too. He excused himself in that he has gone very sleepy and tired already. I didn't talk furter.

Just a little further again, there was a roadblock. An Electric post has fallen. 
And everyone's completely MAD! Some passengers were very quick to calling their known tricycle drivers so they could be picked up. We've asked mr driver to get trikes for us too so we can move on. 

More and more vehicles arriving, and around half an hour waiting, an ambulance came. Everyone had to think very quickly. Suddenly, the drivers thought about pushing the wires so the van can pass. Luckily, we managed to cross.

Fallen post a 4 kilometers before reaching the town of Casiguran, Aurora

Just close to 10-15 minutes later, we're finally in casiguran aurora. Ate Baby, one of the passengers we've been friends with already, had contacted her son so he can scout a lodge for us. We met his Son at TMB and my 3 co-travellers immediately went up to cleanup.

Meantime, I spent some 15minutes talk with ate baby. As she's more than tired, she bid goodbye and to keep texting.

the town of Casiguran, Aurora in the morning

see here for casapsapan and motyong beaches in casiguran, aurora
just after casiguran is the last town of aurora, dilasag, where I had another mishap heading to Palanan, Isabela

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