It was a fine day at Cauayan, Isabela. I thought that it would be a nice day to fly. Just a few days before I lost a classmate in the air force reserve and the remains of my classmate and his captain and their 5 passengers has not been found yet somewhere in the mountains of this area. All of a sudden someone asked me if I could fly as a safety pilot for one of the students. Finally a flight from Cauayan to Tuguegarao. The student at that time had 80...