January 2026 Mt Parawagan Trip

 

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I went quite early to hike Mt Parawagan. A peak of intense historical importance at Wawa/Montalban area. The road up is concrete or mud and easy in good sunny weather. It can take well over an hour. This depends on your pace. I know several people up there on the way to the heights. All are aware of the historical significance of that single peak and the surrounding ones. It was insane madness. Yet is was not made by Satan nor was it stopped by God. For Satan was weak that day and God was a bastard. The hand of Man acted with military weapons. Over a few weeks a dizzying battle took place. A catch-me-if-you-can kind of thing. You get caught then you fucking die. As Hiroshi died. How he died does not matter. What happened to his remains does. Along with 5,600 other Japanese combat troops and 106 Americans. It was war and those soldiers signed on the line and paid the price. Did they each have a penny for the ferry man? Where are their souls now? RIP the dead. Nippon and Yankees are equal in death. Enjoy Valahalla! The sadness that often overwhelms me up on Parawagan/Mataba etc is worse than any I ever felt before. Romance heartbreak/the death of a trusted friend/the death of parents, this is not comparable. For they are personal. This was simply beyond words, on a different level. Vangie gets it, Sayuri gets it. Most are not aware or simply do not care. Why? They have Miralco electric bills to pay (how can their price per fucking kilowatt be justified?). Others are more open to the important old events. It forever tied Philippines/Japan/America together. I had a nice meeting with six Filipinas and varied guys on the way to the peak. I was called from above to join them. Jeric's Store was above the road. We talked, chilled out, sang songs (Moscow Enter Sandman 1991 was mine), ate food. A shame of no hard core drinking. At this location where tens of thousands of Japanese/American/Filipinos died their souls needed a final lament. Yes we had fun, yes we made friends, yes my new friends learned of what happened here upon the heights of Mt Pacawagan (C for Charlie, this was the old name, not R for Romeo). Now the peak is viewing decks, holiday homes (the new white one is exceptionally beautiful) and camp sites. Maybe I will build a motorcycle factory up there?! Two separate people offered me to buy land there before. The land belongs to Mother Nature, God, and surely to the dead who were killed up there? Not to humans and a piece of paper. Each time I go there I pray for Hiroshi, for the war dead and for others. Including the small bad tempered one lol. Does it do any good? You tell me. Oh we had fun, I will climb more there. This peak has many untold stories. As do all the others. Each one a military battle site and graveyard of fucking killing. Death of the worst kind. I have the American and Japanese combat reports. Thanks Sayuri. It isn't nice. Like Mt Mataba where Japanese troops were blown up and sealed alive in tunnels. Go visit Mt Parawagan yourself. Enjoy tropical paradise. And remember the war dead. And be humble and pray for them. The Americans burned the dead Japanese soldiers with gasoline, the small was so bad. The bone fragments and teeth will still be there in the ash and soil. As will the unexploded ordnance. This still kills locals. War aint the fucking answer. Respect to my friend Sayuri for giving me all the Japanese war reports and telling me of your grandfather Hiroshi. He was a father already and died age 33 up there. You are his living legacy and have done him proud. Thank you for that. This makes my World War 2 war research worth it. It is for the soldiers. Not myself or any others alive now. It always was. Sayuri. You have an awareness no gal should ever have. Fuck the politicians. RIP the dead. Salute! Let's hike party and drink and more hehe \M/ 666 Rock n roll...