This is what happens when an eclectic group of zen loving Yogis hit the island of Badian and
are coerced into canyoneering within 48 hours of arriving in the Philippines having traveled over 36 consecutive hours.
We felt the fear and did it anyway.
During the euphoric dives into crystal clear, brain numbingly cold turquoise waters we climbed, questioned, supported, screamed, danced, sang, walked, clambered, slipped, laughed, fell, cried and laughed our way over breathtaking terrain in a 7 hour quest that proved we could tackle any physical and mental challenge as long as we had each others backs.
And if this adventure proves anything it is that we were, cliches be damned, all for one and one for all. Hell yeah!