let may say it again: I MISS YOU, BON!!!

Originally posted by Bon, March 2, 2007.
[reposted because of this]

It's past 10 p.m. and I haven't packed anything.

My tent, personal floating device, first aid kit and climbing equipment are scattered in my room.

To borrow Yan-Yan's statement: What was I thinking?

My arms are still a little numb from the Single Rope Technique Practice the whole day. The rope burns on my right hand make it difficult to wash myself when taking a bath. There are scratches on my arms. I'm not really sure if these are from the tree I kept on hugging or the ladder they had to put up to "rescue" me.

Again. What was I thinking?

Adventure . . . I came back to Cebu a year ago looking for one without knowing that I would have it coming everyday. The thrill of the unknown. The adrenaline pumping, heart racing thought of the possibility for misadventure.

It is finding trust and confidence in myself when I'm hanging by a single rope and have to make sure if I'm doing it right. It is the "high" after pushing myself to the limits, getting irritated with myself mid-way and congratulating myself for a wonderful attempt. It is embracing challenges and enjoying every minute of it.

So what the hell if I don't reach the top of the freaking drop? What the hell if it'll take me half a day to paddle through the vast expanse of horizontal caves?

Life remains wonderful! We make it beautiful.

And I have to start packing. Puerto Princessa is waiting.