I don't know what really happened during that day. I was sleeping the whole duration of the tricycle trip when suddenly, I woke up from a loud noise. I thought we hit something hard, but the driver ignored it. I thought it was nothing. But, we didn't slow down and we continued our ascent to the jump-off point.
The trail leading to the jump-off point was very rough. It seemed that a madman poured a lot of sharp stones on the whole length of the trail making the ride more difficult and more dangerous. The metallic part of the tricycle screamed like a wild banshee as the stones started to scratch its surface; it was too painful to hear.
Finally, we arrived at the jump-off point. It was such a traumatic ride for me since I kept on holding the metallic bar of the tricycle. Anyway, we still need to hike at least 40 minutes in order to reach the Mother Falls.
And the 'fun' does not stop there.
To reach the falls, one must cross the streams not just once, not twice, not even thrice, but many times! But wait, there's more! The strong current of the stream plus its freezing temperature made the hike even more challenging. The boulders also posed a great danger to us since some of them were slippery. Almost all of us slid on our way to the falls. I even had to secure my camera bag and my brother's expensive slippers. Mahirap na 'pag inanod ang mga 'to.
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So after forty minutes (comes with 40 bruises and thousands of photos) of hiking, we finally reached Ditumabo Falls, the Mother Falls.
The view was spectacular and the hike was all worth it. The lagoon was not that deep and its topographical features were all similar to Camiguin's Katibawasan Falls.
Our butts literally froze as we swam and braved the cold. After more or less 20 minutes of laughing, camwhoring and swimming, we decided to leave the place because our bodies started to feel numb and it was already five in the afternoon.
Going back to the jump-off point was even more challenging. Since we were all exhausted from last night's trip, some of us slid as we climbed the big boulders, including me. I swear I was so careful that time when all of the sudden, I slid all the way down to the cold stream. During my epic show, I instinctively raised my left arm where I held my camera bag. I may looked funny but it was a frightening experience! My heart skipped a beat and everything went in slow motion.
"Reeeeeeeeeeeenz.......!!!", some of my friends screamed (in deep voice, kasi nga slo-mo eh). I thought they were all concerned about my situation... or so I thought.
"Ang camera moooooooooo!"
OK. Thanks for the support, friends. I love y'all daw sabi ng camera ko.
But seriously, I got wet but my camera bag didn't. Thank God.
Despite the number of bruises that we've acquired, Ditumabo Falls is still worth visiting. It's my fifth falls and it truly exceeded my expectations.
Ditumabo Falls or The Mother Falls, as what the locals aptly call is located in the quiet town of San Luis, Aurora. The most convenient way to get there from Baler, Aurora is to hire a tricycle. Fare costs around Php 150, depending on your haggling skills.