Argao is a 1st class municipality in located at the southeastern portion of the
province of Cebu, approximately 68 kilometers from . Cebu City
Going to Argao
For almost two hours there was no power—the lights did not come back on until 9 PM—I decided to go to sleep. Though I don’t sleep without the lights on, I jumped in to bed. However, it wasn’t until the power came back on that I fell asleep. My sleep was very good. I slept straight. I woke up at a quarter before 4 AM—I didn’t need any alarm. I did set my phone alarm at 4 AM—I always got up very early when I sleep in unfamiliar places or in other people’s home.
After taking a refreshing bath, I went right away to the
. The starting line was right outside the park. I went out when it was still very dark. There was only one store open. The store owner offered me puto maya for breakfast but I had to decline since I don’t eat breakfast before I run. I tried to look for a tricycle but the highway was empty. One tricycle passed by but it was fully occupied. Unable to find a ride, I decided to walk going to the park. Argao Nature Park
Going to Argao
The idea of traveling to Argao and participating in the Argao Mud Run has been discomforting. I’ve always wanted to go to the southern town. I was very excited since it would be my first visit to the place. Well, I’ve traveled farther down south, passing through the town, but I’ve never really stopped in Argao. I asked some runner friends if they are joining the race—they said, ‘No, it is a very far place.’ I also asked some friends if they wanted to come with me to Argao even if they won’t participate in the fun run—they also said, ‘No.’
January 21, Friday, two days before the race: I was able to talk to one of the organizers on the phone regarding the race. The guy on the phone informed me that they will be providing a free bus ride to Argao to the participants. The bus will be stationed near the
Fuente Osmena Circle, by the entrance, on the afternoon before the race. According to the organizer, the bus ride will be available on a first come, first served basis and will leave for Argao at around 4 PM. Chong Hua Hospital
Saturday, the day before the race: after spending the whole morning and the early afternoon thinking about going to Argao, I decided at the last minute to join the 1st Argao Mud Run. I was only able to make up my mind at around 3 PM. I only have an hour to travel from my house going to the bus pick-up station. One other problem is the heavy traffic during the weekends, especially in the afternoon where most people are on their way to the malls.
I had no time to waste; I right away packed my bags. Yes, bags, it was more than one—a sling travel bag and a shoe bag. ‘I am going to Argao to join the fun run,’ I told my parents while I was running on my way out of the house. They didn’t have the time to disapprove and they didn’t have time to remind me of my manners—they were entertaining a cousin, a visitor, at that time. I was in a hurry. I even skipped my bath. I got a jeepney, with route number 21B, going to the pick-up site. I arrived at the Fuente at around 4:15 PM and was relieved to see that the bus was still around. I’ve thought of taking a bus in the South Bus Terminal if I was not able to catch the free pick-up.
An hour later, we were off to Argao. The driver was very kind to wait for the other runners. The travel going to the southern town was smooth though I really did not enjoy it. Blame chivalry! I was seated beside the aisle; I prefer to sit by the window. A lady asked if she could take my seat by the window—I was such a gentleman, I gave her my seat. Honestly, I was too shy to say no to her.
By-the-aisle-seats are scorned because: you are awoken from your sleep every time someone passes by, your face is in danger of being hit by the other passengers’ backpacks as they pass by and a walking passenger may grab you when they loose their balance. The thing I dislike the most about the by-the-aisle-seat is that it is beside the vendor’s spot—perhaps this only apply in the
Sometime during your travel vendors may go up the bus to sell their merchandise. The most common items they sell are snacks: junk food, peanuts, chicharon and the like. I have nothing against vendors walking around the aisle selling their merchandise—I just hate the smell of vinegar. Vinegar, to me, is like garlic to a vampire. Chicharon and vinegar are inseparable. It is already expected that the vendors will carry them around.
We arrived at the
at around 6 to 7 PM. It was already very dark. Everyone went, right away, to pitching their tents while the others went to find a place to eat and a place to sleep. Me, I found a seat in the park’s dining hall and waited for the organizers. The organizers were so disorganized—they were not able to find my race kit and instead gave me another person’s race number. Argao Nature Park
|Outside the Nature Park.|
After I got my race kit, I went out and looked for a place to have dinner. I asked a local, a friend of one of the organizers, where I can eat. He told me of a place they call the boulevard—it was a strip of carenderias and barbecue stalls beside the highway and overlooking the beach. He pointed me to a dark unpaved road and told me if I went straight I’ll reach the main road and if I follow the main road going right, in a few steps, I can reach the said spot. It was nice of him to offer to look for a trisikad or a tricycle, for me to take to reach the boulevard. I declined his offer and decided to walk alone through the dark road. He tried to stop me but I was unstoppable. I was proud and I was brave. Before I left, he assured me—I made him—that there was no ravine or there were no holes where I can fall to my death. The only thing he couldn’t assure me was not stepping on mud, a snake or cattle dung.
At the starting point (snickers!), the place where the light from the plaza and the darkness of the road met, I reached inside my bag to look for my headlight—the one I got from the Energizer Night Race—to my disappointment, I wasn’t able to bring it. That’s what I got for rush packing. With only a dim light from my phone and the shy moonlight to light my path, I went on my way. While traversing the dark passage, I was surprised and scared to death, seeing a group of women praying at a scarcely lighted wooden shrine. They were also surprised to see me come out of the dark. I looked invisible in the dark. I nodded at the women and continued on my way.
I was already halfway when I felt going back my steps. It was too dark to continue but it was also too dark to go back. It was very dark but I kept walking. When I saw lights—coming from the vehicles traversing the high way—I ran never minding if I’d stumble. What a scaredy cat? I reached the highway in fifteen minutes and continued on my way to the food stalls.
I was famished when I reached the stalls. I had two pork chops, an order of rice and lemon soda. After the delayed repast, I went to the sari-sari store, which was three stalls away from the carenderia where I had my meal. I bought three one-liter bottles mineral of water—I drink a lot of water. I also bought three packs of potato chips and mints to counteract the meat's fatty aftertaste. Their prices were higher than the prices in the city. I also asked for a good place to spend the night. The nice old lady, she wasn’t very old, told to me proceed right, a few steps away, to get to the pension house.
When I reached the pension house, I found out that the other runners were also checked in in the same house. I got a room for 1000 pesos. The room included an air conditioner, a bath, a TV, a fridge, a dinning table, and a small kitchen with an electric stove, an oven toaster, water heater and cutlery. The room was kind of lonely though. The room was quiet, but not quite, from my room I was able to hear the passing of buses and motorcycles in the highway. The highway is in between the house and the beach. I would have preferred to listen to the crickets and the sea but the crickets' chirpings were too distant and were easily drowned by the zooming of vehicles. The sea was very silent.
When I turned on the TV, I found out I only have two choices of channels—ABS-CBN and GMA—both have bad signal in the area. I played MP3s on my phone instead and went to take a shower. I did not get to enjoy my bath that much. I was in the middle of my bath when the lights went out. There was a blackout. I quickly finished bathing and slipped on my clothes. I sat outside, in the stairs, where it was not very dark.
|The pension house as seen from the beach.|
I didn’t want to pass through the dark unpaved road that I traversed on Saturday night; I decided to go around and along the highway and through the main road to the plaza where it was heavily lighted.
It was still very dark. Plus, the shadow of the large trees contributed to the darkness. For a stranger in a new place, it was brave of me to walk around Argao's dark roads. I was happy to see a lighted corner and a guy waiting for a bus. At first, the guy was facing the other way; he didn’t see me coming towards him. He turned around and the sight of me gave him a tremble. He yelled out, ‘Kuyawa nako nimo dong!’
‘Ga-puti pa gyud ka. Hastang kuyawa gyud nako nimo dong.’ he added.
‘Sorry ‘nong! Padung man gud ko sa nature park.’
‘Kasayo gud. Mag-unsa man ka didto?’
‘Apil man ko sa mud run.’
‘Aw, apil diay ka ato dong.’
‘Layo pa ba ang eskena padung didto ‘nong?’
‘Duol na lang. Ara dira straight ka gamay niya abot na ka sa eskena.’
‘Salamat manong. Sorry pud wala gyud tuyo-a.’
‘Wala ra ‘to! Nia nay bus ay. Mo-sakay na ko.’
The bus stopped right in front of my face. A little closer then I would have been a fatality. When the bus left, I continued on my way.