Over the last couple of months, I got into working for ZOA Philippines. I won’t get into it now, that’s a whole ‘nother post in itself. Last Wednesday, my team went on a hike to Limbujan, General MacArthur for initial assessment. We were instructed that it was about an hour hike and that we would be crossing a small river (stream? creek?). Dressed in a thin, long-sleeved shirt and hiking sandals with a bottle of water in my bag, the team started on the trail. A few minutes in we were already crossing a body of water that came up to my knees. We spent nearly two hours climbing the muddy trail under the blazing sun and two quick rainshowers.
It was horrible. I am inexperienced in hiking or any type of long walks, this was my first, to be honest. It didn’t take much for me to start breathing heavily and be sweating bullets. A throbbing headache was starting by the time we reached Limbujan.
But let’s not dwell on that.
I’m thankful that we had very thoughtful fatherly-type men with us who assisted the city folk on how to hike. Like giving me that stick to help me walk. I won’t lie, I felt like I was on a journey helping a hobbit get a ring to someplace. My body was practically useless the next day, but I had a great time.