Nusakambangan, We're Coming!
Goodbye to the Permian
Arriving at the highest ridge point of the stretch of beach along approximately one kilo meter emblazoned. Feels soothing. Ilana's misty thoughts suddenly blurred. The natural gradations that color between dark blue, light blue, toska, white, then gray, black interspersed, and reddish tinge keep it from being boring. It is not as white as the brilliant beach Ragapan Babakan. Hundreds of rocks_typical features of the row of beaches in the south of Nusakambangan still decorate the gap of wave scattering.
Bima turned to Ilana who was walking behind him exactly. A smile expands without burden. Perhaps because it has viewed the charming beach as the end of the destination. Perhaps also because they believe the safety of Martin and Jesi is guaranteed by the authorities. Ilana returned the smile and shared it with Falah behind.
“Yoi, Permisan Beach.” respond while trying to remove the camera from the bag rangsel.
Permisan Beach has called. The beach which is also called Kopassus Beach welcomes the three with a dance of the alun-talu. Can't wait to come down.
Ilana looked at the small island with a command knife stuck there. Syahrir Stone. Ilana immediately recognized him from the results of surfing with Mbah Google before coming here. According to the story, there used to be a man named Syahrir who later became the first prime minister of Indonesia to visit Permisan. He was interested in crossing over to a small island while it was receding. Suddenly the water became a tide. Trapped him for a few hours. Well, the incident makes the large rock has a name like people who have been trapped there. In remembrance.
About the commando knife that was firmly planted on it. Of course because this beach is often used by Special Forces Command for bartering_beating new members. The Knife Command Monument became a symbol of the strength and determination of the soldiers in order to defend the nation.
Setting foot into the sand of the heart was getting rustling. Ilana stopped taking off her shoes. So with Bima. No afdol it feels when walking on the sand without letting your feet be whispered by a grain of sand. He himself was busy recording.
Two officers accompanying the three let the children walk closer to the waves. The sun that had tilted to the west did not discourage Bima, Ilana and Falah clutched with a needle of toaster light. If the crabs, they must have changed color to red and ready to eat.
The closer to the commando knife reef, Bima became very eager to climb the reef. Unfortunately, at that time the water was rising. It was impossible to force through the wildness of the waves crashing around. The body will be crushed by rocks, tossed and drowned. It seems that Om Raka was lucky to arrive when the sea water was receding. Their team can be stylish with a giant commando knife.
For a moment Bima looked around looking for something. The Gasebo where Om Raka posed seventeen years ago was not scanned by eye radar. There is a wall at the height of the eyes that have been damaged, either accidentally dismantled or indeed eroded by the fierce waves. One more, the photo spot that Bima wanted him not to get.
“We go east yuk!” bring Falah. “There are other monuments there. That's what a tree looks like. So curious.”
“We better ask permission first.” said Ilana.
“OK,” Falah ran small towards the two officers whose path approached the grassy expanse on the left.
“Because it is being installed, you must be careful when covering there.” explained Mr. Solih. On the way to the beach, they introduced each other.
Waves still faithfully lick the feet of naked children. Mr. Solih chose to keep his distance from the water roll. It was as if he did not want his shoes to get wet. Getting closer to the eastern end of the rock meets the waters like mounds of islands. In fact, there is a lagoon that is almost completely submerged in water. Ilana suspects that when it is receding, the lagoon pool can be a fun swimming place.
Mr. Solih drove Bima et al., climbing a steep rock crevice. A typical beach plant, pineapples soar to their left. The journey turns to decline with a random embedded coral rock. The water that is blown by the wind sometimes splashes the legs. After jumping some low rocks, Mr. Solih invited the three to climb the coral steps.
The five steps of the rock material itself send them to the highest level of the runway. A large stone became a residence like an inscription Kemenkumham emblem. Somewhat horrified as well, because the occasional swing of the waves dared to slash high touching the base of the footing.
Satisfied enjoying the thumping taste. Mr. Solih and three children who were thought to be missing returned to the sandy beach. Not wanting to waste any more time, Mr. Solih immediately led the three to the Permisan washroom office.
Cross the grassland that is split paving, cross the bridge whose river is dry, then penetrate the entrance gate of Permisan Beach inscribed with Command. For them, this is the gate to get out.
The paved road. The officer whose stomach was distended had joined Bima et al. He was willing to wait in the building like a stepped campling post. The surrounding environment is quite empty. There are only five of them. Though when Om Raka used to come here, there were many people who were likely prisoners wandering around. They even took photos together. The pendopo building where inmates peddle agate has disappeared.
The journey to Lapas Permisan takes approximately ten minutes. Bima estimated the distance of about 700 meters from the Permisan gate. They had passed White Sand Layer, wipe with System Maximum Security (SMS). Pages that house inmates *******. Maybe for safety reasons children are not taken there.
Arrive at Lapas Permisan which is similar to one village area. Mr. Solih invited the three to clean up and rest before being interrogated.
