Girl Scouts of the Philippines. I'd never be this cute in the uniform. So I couldn't join them.
Actually, Rachiel told me the girls' day would be boring compared to the boys.She would know, she was the leader.
We Boy Scouts boarding Jeepneys.
The men carried our two heavy kettles of hot rice and adobo, a spicy pork stew, the usual hiking food because it lasts in heat, which is a good thing because it was hot that day. We were all dripping sweat by the time we were to this point and it got steeper and steeper as we climbed.
Trees planted, crest explored, lunch eaten and games played. We sat and visited and laughed. Then what else? Gameboy, of course.
Heading back down.
John Ivan came part way back up the hill to meet me and held his walking stick horizontally for me to hold onto to help me down the hill. That's like a gazelle trying to keep a hippo from rolling down a hill, but by his manner it was clear that he stood between me and disaster. Another boy joined him and they walked the rest of the way, one on each side. They pointed out slippery spots and rocks to watch out for and encouraged me when I didn't slip. It is very slippery and there is actually a rope to help at one point.
This little gentleman wouldn't leave my side. I was escorted all the way to the foot of the hill, where we entered a little village.
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| Heading home, me and the boyz! |
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