I remember going up there alone and arriving alone. I walked all the way up and along the way saw rolling hills and sporadic clumps of trees. It was quite a long walk and took me longer still since I was stopping every now and then to take pictures. I was sorry that I didn’t take a friend along. The view was beautiful, almost like a painting.
At the top of highest point of Himontagon hills was a building. I think it was a chapel. Nobody else was there except a hawk winging in circles and then perching on the highest twig of a tree only to fly again in circles. When I asked a friend what causes that, he said probably the hawk is nesting. Well, that explains it. I made her wary.
Once there, I was trigger happy..only it was a camera..it was a good one. But I was using films. No digital camera yet. I was clicking hungrily..as if the yellow fields of dying grass and bright green of the trees would soon disappear. Below. you see the road and the sea and the mangroves. I even heard the splashing of the waves.
I didnt wait for the sun to set. Tempting but still have to walk back down. Promising to come back, I reluctantly turned around to leave.
I never had the chance to visit Himontagon hills again but I have read somewhere that they are improving the facilities there. That I would love to see for myself. This time I make sure I have spare batteries for the camera and a friend to enjoy the fantastic feeling of being there with.
