I don’t know about you but I think a one-day off kind of sucks. Even when you have been on that routine schedule for years, there are times when you wish that that day can stretch. Typically you would wish that when you are going somewhere on the weekends or when you are just dead tired of the weekdays. The ride to Lake Sebu 7 Falls takes just a day, but being on a motorcycle can be tiring that you’d wish another day of resting afterward.
I don’t understand why I have noticed it just now but motorcycle clubs are the really serious engagement for any age brackets. Currently, I don’t have the statistics or motorcycle owners in the province, but I must assume that it’s a lot. I have recently observed that during weekends, especially, a lot of motorcycle groups are organizing a ride commonly in or around the region. They convene at very early in the morning which I why I don’t see them a lot, I guess.
Nevertheless, the point here is that they have created and cultivated a beautiful culture! Aside from the organized rides, some are active in outreach programs. I have learned that there are rigid requirements to be a member of some groups. Some requirements are so technical you have to learn how to speak the motorcycle language. A friend told me that the groups are really serious about their rules and they impose them very strictly.
This ride that I had hitched was by officemates and friends. On the way to Lake Sebu, we had run into multiple motorcycles or motorbike convoys going along the opposite direction. Some in our convoy knew them and they have their way of greeting each other through honking or hand signals. It was fun and fascinating! I just hope I get more involved in this culture. I don’t know how to drive but I’m a good hitcher.
We passed along Surallah, South Cotabato to Lake Sebu hence the cover photo. It was in their roundabout thus an easy stop.
Like the typical thing to in Lake Sebu, we took brunch in Punta Isla Lake Resort. They served us chicharron tilapia which was maybe prepared hours before we ordered it. I don’t know – it just tasted wrong.
Afterwards, we proceeded to Lake Sebu 7 Falls where a couple in the group went zip lining. Going to Lake Sebu was the first time for some and not quite the same for others. The place would have been heaven if not for the catcalling of some of the local drivers.
By early afternoon, we decided to go on our merry way towards General Santos City. As though ingrained in our system, we stopped over Saravia, Koronadal City to avail the buko halo-halo where the place is very well-known for.