This is the reason why we feel compelled to travel. Before heading to new places, I always make sure to avoid all photos of anything exciting I may encounter, it was the right decision here. This vista was a stunning surprise and well worth the short hike up Mt Kupapey.
Jumping up at 6am, having had a restful first night, we loaded up on the local coffee, and with a wave at the view which was slowly becoming defogged we started on a climbing experience, that was for the first twenty minutes, brutal. Thanks, in part to the altitude and also my laziness of late with not walking too far due to the nature of the traffic around the local area. Once it levelled out and we had a rest for the obligatory selfies, it became much easier and I felt healthy, as opposed to the imagined teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
Getting to the top generated a good feeling of camaraderie, thanks to what we were looking down on and experiencing together. It was a perfect place to just exist in the company of the few people who joined us. The terraces reminded me of Machu Picchu and I pondered how Hiram Bingham must have felt when he accidentally stumbled across it. Bizarrely the sounds of The Lion King soundtrack which was playing from someone’s mobile was oddly appropriate for the occasion.
That view alone easily justified all the travel. We then wandered over to the other side of the mountain and found yet another valley rich in beauty. It felt like a timeless place of natural rhythms, coming down the terraces it was virtually silent (which I hardly noticed at the time) apart from the odd stumble from our group, it felt like descending into a land that time forgot.
The rice terraces were pretty steep in places and the paths, a mixture of concrete or compacted soil, It made for slow going as the sun beat down but also provided many chances to take in the view and greet the odd traveller or worker who passed by. Although later in the year the terraces are a sea of green, I liked the patchwork effect and the different colours on offer. In short, it was blissful.
Passing an unassuming village, nestled into the greenery we came across an 80-year-old lady who was still working but seemed happy. At one point, whilst walking along a quiet road we saw an eagle wheeling overhead, another unexpected treat. Then we found a bridge which we didn’t need to cross but went for the usual photo session. It was only as I walked off the bridge that I noticed that the slats which connected the walkway weren’t actually fitted together properly (or at all in some instances) but were in fact just held in place by tightly bound wires every few paces.
We eventually ended up at some hot springs, which sounds great but was in reality a let down. Although a pleasant place to meet people and rest in the shade with a bowl of the local rice and whatever else you may fancy with it, the hot spring itself was hidden and a hose was used to fill various swimming pools up. I did get to take one wonderful photo when this little beast landed on my glasses (whilst I wore them) and refused to get off.
On the road back we crossed a bridge which had big signs asking people not to park on it, there were six or so cars/pickups and maybe eight or nine motorbikes. When I pointed this out, it was wearily acknowledged as being just how it is here. I have to admit I like the carefree attitude of ignoring rules, if only that applied to taxes and other such things.
Thank you for reading, if you leave a comment I will get back to you next week as I am currently out for another hike of which photos will be taken. Wand with tales of rope bridges that swing so much it actually makes climbers throw up, it could be an eventful journey.
What great photos, Ste. J. I’m not sure I could hang on the steep rice terrace path, though…I’m kind of a klutz. Enjoy your hike today!
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It was pretty daunting to look at but as long as you take it slowly and don’t look directly down it isn’t too bad. I just did another hike which I will blog about soon and that was something a little more harrowing, descent wise.
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What season of the year is it where you are? It still seems pretty green to me!
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It’s the height of summer with temperatures over 30 degrees. When the breezes turn up, they are an absolute joy.
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I don’t like the sound of those swinging rope bridges, Ste J! Your photos of the climb up Mt Kupapey are wonderful!
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Thank you, it was a good warm up hike for the one I have just returned from. Mountains are such wonderful places.
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Aren’t they just! Exhilaration and euphoria are two good mountain words, I think! Exhaustion as well 😉
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Goodness, yes! More on the exhaustion later this week. Soon I will be reviewing a book I am reading about the mountains too which is a wonderful read.
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I look forward to that!
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Really looking forward to reading about your travels of rope bridges. Hopefully, you won’t have been a ‘thrower’…
The ‘land that time forgot’ kept coming to mind as I read this account, Ste J. I got lost in your visual account, as well as the images. I’m sitting looking at the computer, but, really just vegging out… Ahhhhh….. 🙂
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A minor spoiler for the next adventure, I wasn’t a ‘thrower’ but I did suffer a lot. I will be posting more about that later in the week and I am glad I could take you to another place with words and photos, I am now less daunted tackling the upcoming posts.
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Oh yes, no problem staying with the status quo; your visuals are delightful..
“A minor spoiler.” Hmmmmm… this sounds very interesting and ominous… hahaaa… hopefully the overall was worth it!
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Very much so and another spoiler is that I survived to write up my tales!
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Perhaps I should avoid looking at photos of places to see during my travels while I am planning my trip. Sometimes I am disappointed by my personal experience.
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It’s always good to see the place where you plan to stay but when it comes to the views that’s what makes it. When people build a place up or you see a photo that’s been tarted up, it can ruin what the eye sees. I prefer knowing little so I can be impressed by it, or if not it makes for an amusing story.
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I am beginning to see the logic in that Ste J. And when you do see photos, especially on the internet, those photos are typically taken in the best possible light, something that is rarely achieved at the time of my visits.
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I don’t mind a filter that just enhances a photos detail if it unclear but some of the photos you see are almost unreal. Before I arrived here I only looked at a photo of Manila’s skyline and that was all I knew. I am glad to share natural photos, even if some are a bit rubbish at times.
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I am definitely not a professional when it comes to photography or I would only post photos taken in the best possible light. I don’t worry about arriving at a location at the best possible time for taking photos, if that makes sense.
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I totally agree with you about that, I am just happy to get there and look for coffee before I can think about photos. I snap what I can, when the light and weather allows me. If I don’t take a good photo then I like to think I am saving the shot for someone else to snap and share. It makes me feel generous.
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Studding scenery, Steve 😀
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I was really blown away by it, it made me hunger for more!
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can’t put a price on that view
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Yes, exactly! It’s all about the experience of being amazed by the scenery and appreciate nature.
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yes! my guilty please is to travel and to see different places and culture
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what a marvellous experience. I love the scenery, and admire your taste in notebooks. Looking forward to the next post…
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I hope that when this notebook runs out I can get something as nice to match it, it has been a faithful companion for a good five years now. I never imagined that I would be experiencing this sort of thing but I am really enjoying all my experiences to the full.
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