Motor mud-trailing (and diving) via Roxas Mountain Range

Out of my longing to climb one more mountain before the year would end, I invited my girlfriend's sister's boyfriend, Mac, to take his new green Racal 125 sports bike and go climb the mountain in wheels with me and my Kawasaki KMX 125 motard. "It's going to be quick and fun," I told him. I just wanted to have my last hurrah for the year. It's been more than two weeks since my last outdoor trip. It's not normal. I got bored. 
Ready for the ride

The destination: Roxas Mountain range crossing the villages of Assumption and Saravia in Koronadal City, South Cotabato. I've been here before with the Takladtamig outdoors advocacy group via four hours of climbing and river trekking to visit two communities and share some schooling kits and slippers to 150 school kids. This time its about me, my KMX, (a.k.a Kimmy) and the muddy rolling hills.


Literally, the plan to go motor-trailing was made overnight. Just like my mountain climbs and travels, I don't go into the details of the itinerary or the activities. It sucks out the excitement and the sense of anticipation. This time again, the result was fine! Very fine! The lovely consequence: a mud-packing, sun-drenching adventure aboard my 100-kilogram iron pony.
Astig view from the stop over site
The next morning rider friend Ralph joined us with his Kawasaki KLX 150 and his two friends with powerful Yamaha YX450 and a light Honda XRM125.
2 Kawasakis, 1 Honda, 1 Yamaha and 1 Racal
It was my first time to take a muddy climb with a bike and it was one hell of a "de-virginizing" adventure. The first 15 minutes was an easy drive to the upland village of Assumption (Bulol). But it's another rough story from Bulol to the neighboring mountains of Saravia. 
Ralph can attest that it's not a walk in the park
The roaring YX450 ahead of the pack
Thick mud covered half of my Kimmy's body and the motard tires only proved that it's not fit for an offroad ride.
My first mud dive was when I stepped on the break and the tires wasn't holding anymore. I had a hard laugh at my situation but when I got my right foot stuck between the handle grip and the earth on my second slip, I was silent. I kissed the earth two times more.
First fall!
What's fun about motor-trailing is its being a group sport and not a race. This entails cooperation among group members. One rider has to be mindful of others getting stuck in the mud or tumbling down the rough highways of the mountains.
My reliable rider companion, Mac
Communication is also one key in keeping each other safe. Each rider has to know what the other riders need without saying a word. Without Mac I won't be able to reach our destination in time or maybe in one piece. Everytime I needed a push or a lift from the mud pits, Mac and the group would always assist. 
When one bike had to stop after taking a beating, the rest of the group would stop too to check on the machine or its engine. 
It's a group sport
Our reward after upon reaching our destination in Olomlao, Saravia? Not a medal or any token but the naturally-cold juice of coconut freshly picked for us by the welcoming locals. 
Much love for the coco juice
Another priceless reward was the refreshing view of Koronadal City and the neighboring towns of Tampakan and Tupi from the top. The peeping Mt. Matutum (shown behind me in the last photo) is an added bonus.

mud-packed motard tires
The last and numbing fall
The hand guard, now broken, served its purpose
In summary: I fell down several times and hurt my ankle with my tumbling stunts. Bike's under-chassis got covered in mud. The right hand guard of Kimmy was broken. The engine overheated. I bathed half of my body in mud. The scorching heat of the sun was unforgiving. My body's still aching as of this writing reminding me that I am not even close to being an outdoor demigod (or i will never be). 
But it was pure fun. I think it was better than joining boring holiday parties indoors and eating fatty foods. Cheers! []
One for the great outdoors!
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The Location
Assumption and Saravia are two upland villages located in the Southern part of Koronadal City. The villages are part of the Roxas Mountain Range that extends to the upper valley area in South Cotabato Province in Central Mindanao. It can be reached via skylab (habal-habal or single motorcycle).
The Villages are inhabited mostly by Indigenous B'laan tribe.

Friendly Note
Be friendly to the locals. That's basic when visiting any community. I shared a smile and a hand wave to every person I met along the road. It helps to ease their minds of the strangers coming in to their community.
Inform the officials of your visit or your activity. When we climbed the area for an outreach activity two months ago we coordinated with the village officials and the community leaders. 

4 comments:

  1. Napagod ako just looking at the photo of you guys pulling the motorcycle out of the mud. Whattan adventure!

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    1. hahaha! yeah! and it's more nakakapagod sa actual, Ms. Gaye. i almost lost my patience with the uber tulakan mud-venture.
      Thanks for dropping by. cheers!

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  2. I can relate to you guys, but the difference is that I travel alone, very risky, no one can help you when you needed one. No choice, sad to say, no one can come with me, travelling 220 km of road to Davao Oriental and 10 km of uphill muddy off-road. BTW, my bike is KLX 150.

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    1. i also travel alone but motor trailing alone is different. i haven't tried that yet. good luck on your explorations with your KLX 150 bro. cheers!

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