Photos best describe the steepness of our climbs going to Pastulan.
Me at Camayan Wharf @ around 6:15am
Morning fog at the wharf... a little photo-ops before we start
With our trail guide: Edwin of the Subic-Olongapo Cycling Team
before entering Padyak Kabayo trail-head.
Son and Father tandem: Bunny & Decroix
greeting our pinoymtbiker friends, philmofo friends, retrobike colleagues,
and 43-bikes buddies
After the first climb and first bend is another climb.
If you got the lungs to climb it... lucky you.
After the 4th climb was a short-rolling that was then greeted by ....
The 5th climb... Ahahahaha~
It was endless.
Dad was behind me as he was taking it easy.
But mind you, even he was slow... he's way stronger than me.
Dad posing with the locals who were going to Pastulan.
One thing for sure: "Magagalang lahat sila."
(They are all courteous.)
6th climb I guess...
The 6th climb connecting to the 7th climb...
Still climbing... saddle time was less.
But of course we should maximize saddle time.
Walking's even more tiring.
This is where and when Dad felt that he was already pushing his limits.
Resting after the long 8th climb...
I was told to go ahead... Edwin's staying with my Dad.
Without momentum, riding on the saddle's a pain
even if I were to pedal it up the 9th climb.
Check this out... a Passenger Tricycle with 8 passengers.
This is Jeepney-version of the Aetas who live in Pastulan who goes up
and down from their village down to Binictican or SBMA.
This was the 9th climb connecting to the 10th then it was all rolling,
with a few climbs and downhill then it was Pastulan.
Just after having our short break at Pastulan... and before we were about to head for the next mountain...
Dad started to have cramps on both of his legs. The same one that I usually get when I'm pushing the limits.
The unbearable pain on both legs or both thighs.
From Pastulan we headed back on the same route. It was shorter and faster.
At this point I was already ahead of them running at full speed. While Edwin was checking on Dad.
He had two more cramp attacks. On the downstretch back.
But with a lot of perseverance we got back to the trail-head.
The butterfly I think was impressed with my father's perseverance
that he would leave his helmet.
Or perhaps... attracted to the helmet's colours.
So this is it... here ends our ride from Camayan Wharf to Pastulan and back to Binictican...
How did we get back to Camayan Wharf? We took an L300 FB back... Dad had another cramps attack, that it was already impossible to pedal back. Next time we'll have a revenge on this trail.