Two hours on the road was short enough since I was asleep all along. I love how easily I could fall asleep on trips when on normal days it takes me an hour of circling the bed before slumber takes its toll. (Or maybe that’s just due to my habit of drinking coffee before going to bed. yes, the irony.) By 3:30pm, Dahilayan Adventure Park was finally ours to experience. It was pretty cold at Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon and for a second I thought we were in Baguio sans the crowd and the flood of taxis. With pine trees and a cozy lodge, it somehow reminded me of Camp John Hay.
What made the ride on Asia’s longest dual zip line (840m, the last of 3 zip rides) worthwhile was being able to experience the beauty of flight. The cold wind against your skin, the breathtaking view from 4,500 ASL, your arms spread wide like wings, and the disappointment of knowing that this is all but fleeting.
I wish I could lengthen this post as much as I’d want the experience to have lasted longer. But all good things must come to an end, so they say. We simply have to savor the moment.