The plan was, after leaving Fang-od‘s place, we would get our stuff from our hosts in Tinglayan and head to Bontoc, where we could find the bus to Sabangan.

So, we did the trek back to Tulgao.  It was way easier for me this time, when compared to the hike to Buscalan.  The night before, while getting ready to sleep, I revisited my first hiking experience.  And, as fulfilling as it was for me, all I could tell myself was that I was such a weakling.  I was, really.  For almost half of the hike, our guide was pulling me up the mountain because I was having difficulty breathing and my legs were just about ready to give up.  Tara said that, at one point, she doubted if I would make it.  And, I had the same thoughts.

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