*A travelogue written in 2010. I did this travel in June 2010, almost exactly a year ago.
“Sino bang loko-lokong naka-discover nito?” I hear Alfred Bacagan asking no one in particular. Frank Aben was just staring at him, breathing heavily while holding the kerosene lamp, our only light source creating dancing shadows of the three of us inside the cave. I was just smiling, looking at the expressions of their faces. I find it entertaining and soon I was letting out sighs as I laugh at the exchanges of my guides.
I looked up where we came from, the hole beside the stone where Aben and Bacagan, the younger guide, bound the rope for our descent to this chamber, recalling how I was able to go down by following what they tell me. That was the last narrow chamber we had to go through since we entered the mouth 30 minutes ago.
Following Aben, I have just gone through the hurdle of going down the rope. Sitting at the rim of that hole, I felt like an acrobat on a hoop preparing for my next move. I gripped the rope in front of me, stretched my right leg (wishing it to grow longer) and reached a stable foothold at the stone walls. I keep my face at a safe distance from the ceiling as I recline my upper body, lower myself out from the hole and shift my full weight for a left foothold.
I have just straightened my body, my legs stably stretched against the walls, as Aben tells me to stay at the left side until I reach the next landing. “If you go down to your right,” he pauses as I look at it, “you see that dark narrow hole there, that’s deep…” I did not need to hear the end of it and he did not need to go on.
The notably difficult passages of this spelunking are at the beginning when all paths are narrow and jagged until we came out to this chamber. I can now understand why the Sagada Environmental Guides Association (SEGA) sent two guides to safely assist tourists in traversing the cave.
We had to go through this hole by crawling on our backs.
Back in Manila, there would be days when I would be thinking of going back to Sagada. There has to be another motivation for my comeback this time. The last time I was there was in the last quarter of 2008, my fourth visit, I have already tried almost every tour and activity they offer to tourists.
I recently had the chance to an online chat with a good friend who hails from Sagada. Frenzel Bawaan used to be our tourist guide during my college friends’ previous vacations there. In his last visit to his hometown before he worked overseas, he amused me with stories from spelunking at theCrystalCave. He said this one is harder to get in than the cave connection he took us from the burial Lumiang Cave to Sumaguing Cave that is known for its sandstones and rock formations. A maximum of four “fit and able” tourists are allowed at a time and they would have to be assisted by two guides.
Used to be open for tourists, the Crystal Cave was closed from tourists to protect its stalactite and stalagmite formations, hence the name, from vandals and prevent further damage. The cave, however, has been discreetly offered to selected guests such as experienced and “responsible” cavers.
Stirring my interest enough, his next messages that appeared at our chat window were an invite for me to go and the date I intend to go. The thrill of my previous travels with friends or solo in Sagada started creeping on me, summoning me to feel alive again. It was the feeling of being at the edge of a cliff huddling with friends and smiling for the camera with the Kiltepan Rice Terraces behind us; seeing the Hanging Coffins and Burial Caves and getting interested with the Kankanaey Igorot ways bombarding every local you meet with questions; discovering the boulders of Lumiang Cave; spelunking with friends on our way to the connecting channel to the Sumaguing Cave and taking that leap of faith when jumping into the deep, dark, underground lake, unsure of floating in the surface.
“Conquer your fears,” Bawaan challenged me before. “And you shall conquer death?” I retorted the quote from the movie Alexander the Great. Ryan and Mike, two of my friends fromManilawho gamely went with me while the others preferred the ease of strolling around for food and souvenirs, started laughing and we joined in.
Facing the dangers of getting injury or falling to nothingness gives a natural high that brings out the daredevil in a person to go on. I felt free and in power of my situation. I was doing what I want and I want to get that feeling again. It was the feeling of arriving on my own and gaining new friends along the way with whom I would dare to jump at the deep and cold waters of Bomod-ok Falls (BigFalls) after two hours of trek to reach it. I was shivering from the low temperature and the warmth of acceptance new friends gave me. All those memories came back to life fast.
“I’m set to leave tomorrow night,” I responded to my friend after a swift check at the office for any impediment.
Bawaan asked: “Are you sure?”
“If I didn’t have an event tomorrow in the morning, I would be preparing now to leave for tonight.” Enter.
“Will you be going with anyone?”
“I’ll check. Anyhow, with or without companion, I’m still going.” I add a grinning smiley icon.
By 11:30 p.m. of the following day, I was already at the Pasay City bus terminal of the Victory Liner. It was June 2010, an off-peak season for travel. Summer vacation has just ended, bulk travels by land, sea, and air brought by the recent Philippine national campaign and elections have subsided and the 15th President will be inaugurated within the week. I was one of the few passengers who took the 29-seater de luxe bus.
The advantage of departures at this time of the night, between 11 p.m. to 12 a.m., is that there’s no stopover, shortening the standard 6-hour travel to 5 hours while you are sleeping. If someone needs to take a leak, just go at the restroom at the back, which I happen to be seated next to. I’ve tried using the restroom in my previous travels and I prefer to use it when the bus is not moving. If it could not be avoided, better do it while the trip is still smooth. No one wants to suffer from motion sickness while the bus is trudging the winding slopes in Benguet.
I arrived in Baguio City as early as 5 a.m. and took a cab to the Dangwa bus station. Gone are the younger days when the only places I could imagine in the Cordillera Adminsitrative Region are Baguio City, an independent city of Benguet, and La Trinidad, the next town.
Still early for the 6 a.m. first bus to Sagada, I had Wanton Soup, Lechon Rice (with a lot of vegetables), and brewed coffee for breakfast at the Good Taste Restaurant, one of the city’s favorite diners for serving good food at reasonable prices, just a few walks to the Lizardo Trans bus station. Lizardo Trans is a mini-bus line that plies the route Sagada-Baguio-Sagada.
There were only about 10 people, including the driver and the conductor, when the bus left a few minutes earlier than scheduled. This was odd for me. I was used to being in it crammed with 50 passengers and the aisle seats taken during peak seasons. An hour after, elementary and high school students in civilian clothes and slippers started climbing in the bus. A little girl with short hair sat beside me, her feet dangling from the seat. They got off at that part of theHalsema Highwaywhere the marker indicates the school kilometers away from the junction. They did not pay any bus fare. I would later learn from Bacagan that these children were the bus drivers’ “scholars,” they get free rides to and from school.
Seeing rice terraces at their greens after another and finally the Chico River, I informed Bacagan of my near arrival in Sagada. Sagada has an elevation of 5,000 feet above sea level in the Cordillera mountain range of Northern Luzon, 415 kilometers from Manila via Baguio City. It is a 6-hour bumpy and winding drive from the hustle and bustle ofBaguio.
Before 12 noon, he came to meet me at the drop-off while I was noting the changes in the place when I last went there. There is a new building for souvenir shops and a new municipal hall of several floors at the lot that used to be a public market. They now have an ATM machine installed at the rural bank about two years ago so Sagadans and tourists need not travel 40 minutes to Bontoc. The atmosphere, comfortingly, is the same: serene and laidback.
We agreed to meet in an hour after our lunches before planning for my two-night stay itinerary: the Crystal Cave and the Marlboro Hills. In Bacagan’s knowledge, I was a first timer in Sagada which could have lead him to the assumption that I have never done spelunking and might need some taking care of. This was a prank thought of by Bawaan to his friend and fellow member of SEGA (the first accredited guide group of Sagada since 1994). Bawaan suggested that I take the guise of a first timer and observe how my would-be guide would treat me.
Sagada has the much publicized tourist attractions such as theEchoValley, the Hanging Coffins, Sumaguing Cave, Lumiang Cave, Bokong Falls, Bomod-ok Falls, Lake Danum, Mt. Ampacao, and Kiltepan viewpoint. They also offer rock climbing and rappelling. Quite recently, treks to the Marlboro Country and the river rafting are being offered.
Bacagan recommended that we take on Marlboro Country for that day and the Crystal Cave for an early start the next day. Marlboro Country is a group of hills where the wild horses can be found. It can be reached by a 30-minute walk on the road going to the start of the trail and less than an hour trek up to the hills. From there, a 360-degree view of Sagada, the nearby fields of Bontoc, and the cave we will be going under the next day, can be seen. My guide was hoping that we get the privilege of seeing the wild horses. Through the years they dwindle. Some locals would catch one and train them for their own. “If they happen to catch a pregnant mare, they don’t return the foals. Do they?” Bacagan said.
We kept our voices low and went further but there is still no sign of the horses until the rain clouds as dark as smoke got nearer to the hills. It rained for more than an hour of our trek. We assumed that they have run for cover and would not be showing up anytime soon. We descended. It’s getting late and the fog is rising.
Underground the next day, Aben and Bacagan would switch roles of the lead and the sweeper passing the kerosene lamp and backpack that contains our things, food, and water to the other as needed. They would be setting up the ropes if we needed support in going up or down the passages. They would guide me on where to step, what to do next, and would be my human stairs if needed. They are my lifters whom I would step on their knees, shoulders, arms and then lift me or pull me up to get moving.
In less than an hour since we entered the cave at 11:30 a.m., the previously dark chamber lit up as we got nearer. It was a gallery of stalactites. The white formations at the ceiling directly high above us are shorter compared to the stalactites as we got nearer to the walls at the other side. They are much thicker at the base, longer, and paired up with stalagmites on the ground. Columns, a meeting of the stalactites and stalagmites were also formed. “It’s composed of calcium carbonate,” said Bacagan.
These are the first stalactites I saw upon entering this chamber, the first chamber after getting past narrow paths for 30 minutes.
A group of small human-like stalagmites carved by nature.
“When the stalactites get too heavy, they break off and fall like those,” Bacagan pointed at the big chunks of mineral formations behind us. Some irresponsible tourists, however, smear them with mud by touching them or break them off. “Some tourists want taking stalactites as souvenirs and display them especially if it looks like the Virgin Mary or looks a certain way they like. They stay a little behind us and then we hear a crack then they would be putting it inside their bags,” he said.
Fallen stalactites.
The stalactite is white. If it's covered in that mud at the ceiling, my guide says the muddy water reaches this level during the rainy season. Yikes.
We moved on until we arrived at a chamber where I don’t see anymore pathways or holes where we could go next. At the corner of this particular chamber near the ceiling was an overhang where water strongly flows from, creating a small, and undeniably deep, pond right next to where I’m standing. As Aben started approaching the overhang 10 feet up, Bacagan stood beside me and said, “That is where we’re going.”
Aben maneuvered his way up to the overhang as the water falls on him. Soon he was dropping a rope. Bacagan pulled it twice. Seeing it tightly tied, I held on to the rope, fastened my feet separately on the corner walls and stepped on the shoulders of Bacagan pulling myself up and putting full weight against the walls again. I had to pause as I felt the strong current of water over my face. “Don’t look up,” Aben said reaching for my arms. I pushed my feet, pulled the rope and embraced the muddy top of the overhang. My legs still suspended in the air, Aben pulled me up. It was so difficult I laughed in relief after it. Aben must have thought I’m crazy.
Faking a cellphone call. Of course, there's no signal deep under. Just for a pic.
After everyone has settled, we rested at a spot and ate our food before moving on. I asked them what they think of their job. “It is hard but we are happy doing it,” Bacagan said. We have gone through the hardest part, Aben said. “The next moves would be easier but muddy now.” Soon we were dipping our feet in the thick mud up to our knees, at one time the muddy water was as high as chin level while on tiptoes. We went on spelunking until we reached Sumaguing Cave and climbed up to the exit.
We clocked three hours and 30 minutes inside. A good record they say since it is usually explored at an average of four hours and could sometimes extend as long as 7 hours depending on the speed of the cavers.
“Oo nga. Sino nga ba ang loko-lokong naka-discover nito at ginagawa natin ito?” I managed to breathe out after we got out of the cave, fatigue seeping in. It was their turn to laugh at me. #
-
-
Every tourist starts here.
-
-
Alfred Bacagan, a guide from SEGA, leads the way. He too has yet to see the wild horses then.
-
-
Walking to the jump off point of Marlboro Hills, I saw these men cutting timber they will be using to build their houses.
-
-
Rice terraces near Bontoc area as seen from the hills of Sagada.
-
-
Funnel view of the terraces from Marlboro Hills.
-
-
Just a portion of the vast graze land for the wild horses.
-
-
Just what we needed for the trek. Rain clouds have arrived.
-
-
Sitting for a photo at the Marlboro Hills for the day. The next I’ll be down there, (see those rocky parts?) at the cave at my back.
-
-
Before it rained at the Marlboro Hills that afternoon.
-
-
We did not see the horses but we saw this snake and..next photo please..
-
-
Ampacao mushrooms, aka “magic mushrooms,” grow during the first rainy months of Sagada.
-
-
Sugong Hanging Coffins
-
-
At the center of this photo are some of the hanging coffins.
-
-
My guide blurred me. It’s ok. Focus: Hanging coffins. Hehe
-
-
More burial sites down there, by the side of the road.
-
-
I revisited the Lumiang Cave, a burial cave, like it was my first time.
-
-
Please don’t get anything inside. Don’t open the coffins.-SEGA
-
-
Coffins at the mouth of Lumiang Cave.
-
-
Coffins at the corner.
-
-
Coffin with a hole.
-
-
Lizards carved on the lid of the coffin.
-
-
We walked mostly from the poblacion to the caves until a jeep passed by and offered us a ride.
-
-
My guides stopped walking. So this is where the caving starts.
-
-
Two guides are needed for this spelunking that could last from 4 to 7 hours.
-
-
Before we start, picture muna.
-
-
We had to go through this hole by crawling on our backs.
-
-
Before I crawled this narrow hole.
-
-
Here I crawl. On my back. It’s not easy.
-
-
These are the first stalactites I saw upon entering this chamber, the first chamber after getting past narrow paths for 30 minutes.
-
-
Done with that hole.
-
-
One of my guides with our only kerosene lamp.
-
-
Stalactites lighted by kerosene lamp.
-
-
Fallen stalactites.
-
-
The stalactite is white. If it’s covered in that mud at the ceiling, my guide says the muddy water reaches this level during the rainy season. Yikes.
-
-
A group of small human-like stalagmites carved by nature.
-
-
Just a photo with the rock/mineral formations.
-
-
Faking a cellphone call. Of course, there’s no signal deep under. Just for a pic.
-
-
Limestones, an indication that we have reached Sumaguing Cave.
-
-
This is the King’s Curtain of Sumaguing Cave.
-
-
We are now at Sumaguing Cavem the last of the cave connection before we go back up the surface of the earth.
-
-
Aklay, who usually leads us, was at my back for this photo.
-
-
Here I go again and I still managed to smile. Going up.
-
-
Thanks to this helmet I avoided having head lumps in those numerous bumps.
-
-
Please read the caving rules. =)
-
-
“…Remember these wonders are millions of years old. Man was born only yesterday. We, therefore, have no right to destroy these legacies, only our duty to protect and preserve them.”
-
-
We made it! Tired, happy and safe. I was wishing for a rope by the time we have reached the bottom of the stairs right after the cave. It was all mind versus our heavy legs, and deep breathing too, that we managed to climb to the road.