After several decades, I finally was able to return to Mambucal resort in Negros Occidental last Saturday. The first time was during my third year in Don Bosco when I joined an orientation for the seminary. we spent a day then.
What I could remember then was the exhaustive trek to the seventh water falls where we swam like kids to our hearts content.
Last Saturday, I thought I could retrace the trek with daughter Alya and niece Nicole but I could only manage up to the third water falls.
At 46, I thought maybe I should just take a dip at the hot dipping pool while brod-in- law Archie cooked a dozen eggs at the boiling mud.
The family likes to return next year for an overnight stay to be able complete with camping tents for a more enjoyable adventure.
Yes, I’d like another shot at that long trek up to the seventh falls again.