Hiking Taal Volcano: the world’s largest island within a lake on an island within a lake
I wouldn’t say I’m an adrenaline junky, but I am increasingly addicted to adventure travel. I especially like to conquer things. Things like volcanoes. I traveled to the Philippines for medical care, not to climb a volcano, however, this tendency towards adventure made hiking to the world’s largest island within a lake on an island within a lake on an island an irresistible challenge.
Taal Volcano is the smallest active volcano in the world. Its unexplained shape and location on an island within a lake within an island makes it a unique geologic wonder. Taal caused one of the worst volcano disasters in history with an eruption in 1911 that killed 1,334 people and caused ash fall as far as Manila city. It sounded beautiful and dangerous all at once.
Our tour company, Great Sights, picked us up in Metro Manila and we drove nearly two hours through the city and countryside to get to the city of Tagaytay. I had no idea rural Philippines was so beautiful. What a contrast to the urban squalor and pollution of Manila, pictured below.
The two-lane road into Tagaytay was lined with furniture builders, fruit stands, and mechanics, to name a few. It reminded me of Ubud, Bali.
We stopped at the top of the Tagaytay Ridge to admire Volcano Island in Taal Lake.
Daang Kastila trail is the access point on Volcano Island. We boarded a motorized canoe to cross the caldera lake. We could smell sulphur in the air. The panorama was stunning.
Little did I know that the hike would be so brutal. While my entire tour group mounted ponies for 1,ooo Pesos ($22.89 USD), I insisted on going by foot, partly because I had read that the ponies were skinny and poorly cared for. While that was true of some, most looked relatively healthy, though I still pitied the them for the rough handling they received from the guides.
The trail is dusty, steep, and narrow. After 10 minutes, the one other tourist walking it with me insisted on going horseback for the remainder of the ascension. Okay, that’s fine. I will pace myself and stay on foot. I am woman, hear me roar!
Fast forward 30 minutes. I’m wrapped up like Ramadan earning puzzled stares from tourists descending the mountain on their overworked ponies. Did I mention I’m wearing a dress and ballet flats? Hey, I live the “Travel like a lady” mantra. Neither the dress nor the shoes are the problem. It’s the heat. It’s at least 90 degrees but it feels hotter. My face is flushed and I’m not confident I won’t pass out. I stay hydrated and keep my head covered. My feet aren’t sore, but I’m getting these major hot flashes in my head and the last thing I want is to take a spill off this mountain. My husband passed me on horseback long ago and I know he must be worried. I hope he doesn’t come down to retrieve me.
I look ahead and see the worst part of the trail — a narrow, snaking dusty ridge with tall dirt walls. Even the ponies are struggling to stay upright as they ascend. The pass is too narrow for two parties, so I’m hoping I won’t fall down and get trampled. All the while, I’m thinking of the reward at the top — my husband and an emerald-colored lake within a volcano. Must. Press. On.
I see my husband at the covered lookout at the top of the trail and feel relieved. Yet, I must sit down. I’m feeling nauseated and flushed and warm all over. Is this a runner’s high? I’m at the junction of exhaustion and elation. If I sit down, will I be able to get up? I find a patch of dirt to the side of the beaten path and reluctantly plop down. My guide, who is wearing flip flops and not even carrying a bottle of water, looks back disappointedly. He moves aside as a handful of ponies wobble down the precipitous path. I motion for him to take my messenger bag, which houses my camera and not much else. Perhaps I can make it without the extra weight, as little as it is.
He grabs my hand to pull me up the steepest part of the trail and before I know it, I’m standing face to face with resting ponies! Still, I’m not at the lookout yet. There are still 20 concrete steps to ascend and I’m doubtful, once more, that I can avoid collapse. I go slow at first, then quicken my pace on the last ten steps. I made it! I’m feeling quite proud of myself for making the 1,300-foot ascension.
“I feel like an Olympic medalist slash Filipino folk hero,” I tell my relieved husband at the top of the mountain. He hands me a bottle of water. My hands are shaking as I try to shoot a panoramic of the awe-inspiring view of lake within a volcano within a lake. I hand him the camera with the usual impossibly specific art direction.
I haggle with a local girl for a coconut to drink. She gives me a look of amusement and disbelief when I offer 70 pesos instead of 100. I later feel bad for haggling. It’s obvious how destitute the people on this island are.
Vulcan Point is the tiny island in the middle of the inner crater lake. The volcanic cinder first appeared during Taal’s last major eruption in 1977. Vulcan Point is the world’s largest island within a lake on an island within a lake on an island (an island in the Crater Lake on Volcano Island in Lake Taal on the island of Luzon).
The view makes the nearly impossible journey well worth the effort. I spend far less time than I’d like photographing the beauty in every direction. It is time to descend the mountain. I am surprised that my guide is surprised that I want a pony. I pay full price for traversing only half the terrain, but I don’t care. The dirt is loose and I’m wearing ballet flats, so I’m not going to risk life, limb, and lens on the way down. Plus, I get a young, healthy pony so my conscience is somewhat clear. I am still annoyed at how roughly the ponies are handled.
Within 40 minutes, black sand is crunching underfoot as we board our motorized canoe and traverse the calm and beautiful Taal Lake. Water splashes my face as we fly over small waves. It feels refreshing. The two Nepalese men in our tour group break out in giddy song and though I have no idea what they’re singing, I know why.
- Wear comfortable shoes, even hiking boots, and loose fitting clothing
- Cover your head with a hat or scarf which does double duty to filter out the dust
- Bring a couple of bottles of water
- All of these items are available for purchase by individuals hawking them on the way up. Some tourists on TripAdvisor complained about this, but I thought it was helpful for those who weren’t prepared.
- Tip your guides. If you booked with a tour group, tip your tour guide separately from your horse guide. Tourism is the livelihood of a seriously underpaid population here. If you receive good service, be generous and tip up to 20%.
- Carry enough cash for the day. Even convenience stores often do not accept credit cards.
- Don’t get upset if someone rendering a service tells you to “wait a while” or “for a while, ma’am.” In the Philippines, it simply means wait for a few minutes.
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