The ride started with a favorable weather. Everything seems to be great and uneventful until we got to Kinabuan falls. It began to rain...hard. The river's water level turned the calm currents into raging torrents. Crossing rivers to get back to our vehicles became a difficult, if not impossible, task.
Needles to say, we got to the nearest Barangay after traversing dark, narrow, steep, mountainous and muddy tropical jungle carrying our mountain bikes at 7:00 p.m. The leeches, large ants and spiky foliage made it even more unforgettable.
The locals advised us to wait until the water subside and just spend the night at the Barangay Hall. The people there were very accommodating, they provided us with a bathroom with clean water and a place to sleep. They also assured us that our bikes are safe from thieves. We are still worried about not being able to inform our loved ones about our current status because of the non-existence of mobile phone signal.