Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Almost silver, part 6

Nestled at the foot of Mt. Makiling is the UP Los Banos campus, a premier institution in agriculture and forestry. I loved its rustic charm. I spent many vacations in the area where my parents had a house outside the campus and my grandfather tended a homestead on the slopes of the mountain.



At the entrance of UP Los Banos campus
(photo taken from flickr\misha1976)


My plan was to take This Guy on a stroll under thick forest canopy while enjoying the breeze that Glade could only hope to match. The sounds of birds in the trees... The crackle of dead leaves and twigs on the ground you walk on... perfect for a Sunday afternoon stroll. Never mind if we got stranded by the rain for a while, and later encountered an angry dog on the road. Goodness, stop barking like mad! And please don't chase me. I'm gonna lose my poise!



College of Forestry. We got stranded by the rain somewhere here.
(photo from handpaintedsigns.blogspot.com)

Coming down from the College of Forestry, we crossed what is known as the "never ending bridge". (According to folklore, if one were to cross it at the stroke of midnight, one would never reach the end of it and just keep walking until he turned his shirt inside out.) I had passed this bridge several times but never knew what was at one end of it--until that Sunday.



The "never ending bridge". That's the jeepney, the public transport
that goes around the campus and neighbouring areas.
(photo from flickr\archieaustria)


Turning left at the end of the bridge, we saw a sign that said Hortorium. I read on the Internet that this hortorium has "a collection of approximately 20,000 species of herbarium specimens" and thousands of ferns, ficus, palms... I love nature!!!

We followed a path amidst dense flora until we reached a creek which I think is called Molawin. It runs under the "never ending bridge" and traverses the campus. We hopped on rocks and boulders to cross and explore more of the lush greenery on the other side. So this is what's under that bridge!



Inside the Hortorium, the Molawin Creek
(photo from ishtar203.multiply.com)


Settling down after the excitement of this discovery, we sat on a boulder and talked. We kept our voices low because although the place was secluded we were not alone. A mother and child playing by the creek kept glancing at us and were probably eavesdropping.

Notwithstanding the presence of other people, we finally verbalized what was already getting obvious. There was no need to prolong This Guy's anticipation or agony. We were engaged!



We sat on a boulder that looked very much like this one.
It could even be it. I wish we had a camera with us.
(photo from ishtar203.multiply.com)


Our engagement would become official with the subsequent traditional pamamanhikan when Fiance and his parents formally meet Fiancee's parents and ask for her hand in marriage. Fiance and I weren't born at the turn of the 20th century, and pamamanhikan was probably passe in the '80s, but that was how we wanted it. It would also be appreciated by both sets of parents.

Fiance and I called it The Summit Meeting.

The Summit Meeting would be happening sooner than later. Why??


(To be continued)

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