Brrrrrrrooooom, I could hear the engine shouting and screaming as it goes over rocks, puddles of mud, and dead trees; but more on the rocks as I scream and wanted to close my eyes every time our motorcycle tries to run over them and would cause us to bounce and bounce almost falling off our seats. What's more, there were instances when we were actually in between cliffs! Indeed, certified rocky road but I guess the ice cream would be so much better.
My knowledge about motorcycles was enriched as I learned that with the type of road, a certain rubber motorcycle tire is required. They were talking about 135 or 130. Searching over the net, it's more of 130 which allows more grip and balance for that kind of terrain. The speed required should not be too slow or too fast. There were even moments when we had to walk for a couple of times so we will not all fall off our seats.
After almost 2 hours of motorcycle ride, we reached the barangay named Pakwan (derived from the edible fern called Pako very common to the place) just as the last ray of sunlight faded over the trees.
On our third day, this same adventure will recur as we will still be having the same ride, but this time, it will be descending down slopes of the mountains and hopefully the weather will cooperate having Mr. Sun smiling gladly.
