Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Harapan Baru Beach
The direction of the compass shot leads down a steep slope. The slope is similar to a slide so that Jesi uses the buttocks when passing through it. No matter his ass goes numb. Though Ilana has warned to walk on foot not by slumping. And Falah was ready to lead him from the front, while Martin was at the back. Jesi unmoved. The horror of forgetting the consequences of such a path. In addition to numbness, prone to injury if accidentally exposed to roots that are sticking scratching the fabric that coats or the skin of the meat.
The slide-a-style road finally found its end. Jesi stood patting his buttocks which began to feel sore. Bima gave the team members time to sigh.
Next they went back down the sloping plains that brought all five to the river with a small stream. Here the water supply is directly filled. Before stepping again following the direction of the downhill river.
Pretty steep, with stones as footrests. One step, the feet can dart away the moss that faithfully envelops the rock. Or even the foot treads between the rock crevices that cause it to be wedged.
The river feels moist. The sun only gives a little light because the lush trees shade perfectly. Ilana was a little worried, the leech would gnaw her feet. And he better not say anything about his suspicions. Could have hit Jesi if you knew.
But some sites later something bright in front of the five children who began to get bored with the rocky road. The rustling of the sound of water also fills the eardrum that was originally a lonely friend.
The river is getting wider. The rocks no longer color. They chose the banks of the river as a foothold, even though the river seemed shallow. Bima suspects this as an estuary. The meeting place between sea water and land freshwater. The taste of the water there must be salty.
Bima immediately ran towards the light. Fomenting the same movement from Ilana and Falah. All three had met the ocean that was slapping in front.
The bay they had just found, did not have a large expanse of sand. Simultaneously they shouted as if they wanted to defeat the roar of the waves. Satisfied to vent his joy, Falah picked up his bag lying on the gray white sand. The camera directly he turned on, to record the atmosphere of Solok Besek, as the name shown on the map that Bima brought.
While Ilana after the follow up splashed to the beach, she lay her body on her back on the sand. The whole tired as if decay melted into fine grains that drain.
On the other hand, Jesi cleans himself at the estuary of the river along with Martin. Then the two chose to sunbathe not far from Ilana who was still on her back.
The ball is getting stronger. Satisfied with grilling themselves, Ilana looks for a shady place to cook their lunch. Not usually Jesi wants to come closer to help Ilana.
“Seru yes?” jesi looked at the three guys who were busy wandering among the rocks. Soon they combed the estuary. From the movement of the body, the three seemed to be looking for something.
“Indeed.” replied Ilana briefly.
Falah suddenly ran towards the two girls. “Wrap her noodles, Na!”
“Make what?” ask Jesi.
“Serious?” respond to Ilana with sparkling eyes. His hand held out a few packs of instant noodles as a container for caught fish.
“I want to see them.” said Jesi was standing then stalking Falah's steps.
Ilana did not react. Focus on pasta that looks almost ripe. While waiting for the delicious pasta to eat, Ilana checked their supplies. Instant noodles left 7, instant vermicelli there are still 8, oatmeal lives two meals, pasta 3 packs, and thankfully there are still many stocks of gelatin and jelly. If you take into account the number of meals, at least they can last up to 2 more days. The rest of the day like not until Permisan, they have to survive.
But Ilana was a little relieved, in Bima's bag there were 2 cans of sardines. Well, it can be for the end of the day, in addition to eating jelly or agar. And certainly today they can intake animal protein, if Bima, Falah and Martin managed to catch a lot of fish. Not just one.
The ishoma time this time is longer than usual. They seem to want to enjoy the view off, not confined by the lush trees. Moreover, there is a fish burning event. At least the male members managed to catch five fish. According to the number of team members. And, mostly thanks to Falah's unyielding efforts. They don't realize that time is going on.
Half-two, the group began to climb the edge of the cliff which left the land a little sloping. It is impossible for them to cover the beach along the Bima vision fenced in rocks.
Bima is still leading the way. This time his guide was no longer a compass but rather using the contours of the ridge. Anyway, it's heading east. Compass occasionally just to check that their steps are not too deviated to the northeast or even north.
For almost three hours they struggled through the thickets that were quite tight. Who would have thought, footsteps that were swept full of sweat, met with a man-made path. Almost similar paths to climb the mountain but more neat and open. Precisely like the road when going to the Babakan Raffle from a small bay.
Bima sighs in relief. Ilana looked at me as if in disbelief. Falah amazed. While Jesi and Martin were dangling happy smiles.
“We will pass this path right?” asked Jesi expectantly.
“Iya, this path is finally Om Raka susuri.” Sahut Bima. “Yuk, we continue.”
“Ah, thank God.” sounds Jesi mutters a sigh of relief.
Falah, of course do not want to take off the memory of the meeting with the path. He took the recording. Half-running, Falah caught up with the entourage that had walked five meters away from him.
