On this day a few years back, we just climbed Mt. Pulag. Everyone still couldn’t believe the glorious and heavenly sight we’ve seen at the top of Luzon’s highest peak standing at 2,922 MASL with all the sea of clouds unfolding as the sun rose in the east. That morning after climbing Pulag we had to head back to Baguio from Bokod with the rest of my fellow climbers you joined the climbing tour. Sure, we were all tired from waking up as early as 12 midnight as we need to start the climb at 1 AM. Everyone rested in the monster jeep when we were on our way back to Baguio; but before finally leaving Bokod, our jeepney suddenly stopped and our guide, with all the energy left in her, enthusiastically said that we were stopping by this hanging bridge. It’s initially part of our itinerary and of course, although everyone looked tired, we still have to pay a visit to this place since we all paid for it. We’re already near the area and it’s just on the side of the Benguet-Nueva Viscaya Road. Might as well make the most out of our expensive climbing trip to Pulag. 😂
As some were still sleepy, there were only a few of us who went out of the jeepney and walked a few meters towards the bridge which was just at the back of a small store/carenderia. The bridge wasn’t made for tourists to flock to the area, it was built to connect communities across the extension of Ambuklao Lake and Agno River on the western part of the bridge. Instead of passing the then dry wide sand-covered surface of the river, a hanging bridge as wide as 250-300 meters (based on my estimation) was built to help the easy and safe movement of people from the other side of the valley. The bridge is built of a combination of steel, cable wires, and some durable net-like wires used as railings. It's a bit narrow that only one person can fit in. If locals would pass, we had to move on one side closer to the railings.
It was a windy afternoon and I was trembling at the sight of the hanging bridge moving side to side as if it was happy to see all of us that day. Other tourists who came earlier than us dared to walk from end to end of the bridge. None from my group dared to do so; we just enjoyed the view and the fresh air blowing hard against us. Trust me, it's scary. It's moving all the freaking time! I even have a video of me shouting at the midst of the bridge haha I can't recall why I did that as I'm a bit scared of things like this. In about 30 minutes, we went back to the jeep and off we went to Baguio City.
