Nusakambangan, We're Coming!

Nan Membara Mangrove Forest

Bus troupe that takes students from Nusantara High School to Sleko pier. One of the ports in Cilacap. Port of crossing to Kampung Laut.

As a seafront city, Cilacap has many piers or harbors large and small. Among the well-known major ports is Tanjung Intan Port, the main port in the city of Cilacap. Then, the Coal Port to transport coal processing products, Cilacap Ocean Fishing Port, Wijayapura Port where the crossing to Nusakambangan Island and Sleko Port.

The compreng boat that will bring the tourists from SMA Nusantara Semarang is ready at the dock. There are four ships waiting. Each ship can only hold 35 people. The full ship departed immediately.

Bima's small entourage is at the first order of departure. Bima's mausababnya must chase with Ara. As much as possible Bima wants to disappear from Ara, by quickly leaving the bus. Walking ahead of the other party. But in fact, the girl can always chase Bima.

Boats surf the waters of Segara Anakan. A strait that separates the mainland of Cilacap with Nusakambangan Island. For children this cruise feels down the big river, because the left right is still visible land. On the left emblazoned with Nusakambangan Island, Alcatraz Indonesia that raves lush trees with mysterious impression. Even the Stone Lapas Prison decorated with fur waved_coconut visible from the boat they were riding. While the right side of the boat stretches the land end of Cilacap.

Along the way as if there was no boredom. In addition, the appearance of Nusakambangan nan pongah, another sight, presents a meeting with a fishing boat jukung and nets with floats in the water.

The further away it leaves the pier, the stunning scenery spoils the eye. Rows of mangrove forests decorate along the following journey. The forests form several island-like gerumbul. Like the island of our beloved country. If Indonesia is made in miniature we are exploring the archipelago island through the sea from Sabang to Merauke.

“What I hear, mangrove forest in Laguna Segara Anakan widest in Southeast Asia.” said Ilana suddenly to Falah who sat next to him.

Falah's eyes at that time seemed amazed by the feel of the forest in the coastal area near the ocean. Very different from the forest in the mountains. According to Falah, it looks like a forest is flooded.

“There is no life, there?” falah.

“Many. Everywhere the name of the forest is the safest place to live for animals. Crocodile habitat in the swamp. Including monitor lizards, various birds, fish, even beavers and monkeys there is also.” Bima bright.

“Say the monkey is ordinary.” Falah protested when Bima said monkey while her eyes were drawn to Falah.

“Know also you apparently!” Ilana was a little surprised Bima knew about the swamp more than him.

“I read the record of Om Raka's activities ever to the swamp.”

“Trus sleep how?” ask Falah in curiosity.

“Wear hammock, it is a sleeping net installed between two tree trunks.” replied Bima.

“Repot also yes,” comments Ilana. “Means having to know the tides of sea water.”

“Iya, indeed have to bring a tidal table. It is important to have a tidal table when cruising swamps. Especially to anticipate when the highest tide. If you know, then get ready to install hammock on a tall mangrove tree. Do not let again sleep, our body suddenly submerged in water.”

“So Om Raka has experienced that, submerged in water while sleeping.” Falah drew the original conclusion.

“Yes that way, since the incident he said to be a joke joke all the time.”

Falah did not expect his words to be true. He then rubbed his lower nose. “It looks exciting yes, play to the swamp. So quickly peeper arrive at next object.”

It didn't feel like an hour and a half. On the right side there is an entrance gate that stands on concrete. It is possible, if called a small dock to raise passengers. If terminal ‘downloads’ passengers, then the dock is reversed so ‘raise’ passengers to the mainland.

Two people were seen waiting as if welcoming the arrival of a tour group guest. Maybe the guardian of mangrove forest attractions. One of them held the boat bridge, keeping the boat's position to stay docked to the edge of the concrete terrace.

One by one passengers get on. Continuing along the long wooden bridge cut through the mangrove forest. The sun is still burning. In the middle of the road, when there is a bridge that the wood is blown some children choose to turn around. A companion teacher apparently also pumped so as not to continue the step into the middle of the forest. The first reason the heat is burning, second because indeed the rows of wood that became the road have been damaged a lot. Those who do not continue along the bridge, directly to the Babakan Rangkaf Beach.

Bima, Ilana and Falah continued their journey. Ara's whining again had no effect on the three. Giving up because she couldn't stand the heat, Ara pulled Meidi's hand back.

It was the sensation of adventure that caused Bima and her two colleagues to remain sedentary regardless of the heat of the afternoon weather. But Ilana did not lose her mind, she remembered the umbrella in her bag.

“Insting basic female, Bim.” exclamations Ilana grinned wide.

Approaching the T-junction, the three saw a towering tower. Bima deflected a step towards the tower which was a viewing post, followed by Falah. Ilana herself continued to walk straight until she arrived at the four-way intersection.

Bima climbed the tower to its roofed peak. Looking at the shoots of mangrove forests that are lush, not much different from the appearance of the forest from the top of the mountain. The Bima vision became open. There are only fresh green and soothing blue that lurk.

“The same marketing whose name is mangrove tree. Which one is ya?” ask Falah to himself while his hand is not off the camera to record.

“That's a towering tree. The leaves are shiny, and if from below, you can mark from the roots dangling out. If it is like a coconut tree, nipah.” points to Bima on the appearance of the leaves that trace the fingers.

“If the one we just went through earlier, the ends of the leaves are thorny?”

“Towers.”

“Where to pass through the bars if you meet it right browsing?” falah looked to think.

“Terabas, Mang!” bima Lontar.

“Her desk?”

“Free-free bit, then hit on foot.”

Falah was half in disbelief.

“According to Om Raka so,”

“Oh..” Falah.

An exclamation diverted the two's line of sight at one red dot at the intersection of four. Ilana waved her hand while exclaiming to be photographed from where she and Falah were.

Falah first expressed his willingness. Ilana has posed in various styles. While capturing images of mangrove forest sightings from above, Bima followed by taking a pose Ilana.

Satisfied with the variety of styles she performed, Ilana ran small towards the viewing post. At the foot of the tower, Ilana then shouted who knew Bima and Falah wanted to take a photo at the place where she had photographed earlier.

Falah was enthusiastic, while Bima impressed ogah-ogahan. But Bima still according to follow the direction of Ilana.

Ilana was momentarily stunned to see the mangrove forest scenery through the shoots of its leaves. Similarly, man-made bridge stripes add slick paintings in real canvas.

Falah shouted while Ilana even pointed the camera of the device in the other direction. The hand of Ilana managed to silence the protests from below. Especially after a few shots managed to get in the memory of his phone. Later just exchange send via WA only.

Before long Ilana had rejoined Bima and Falah. The three chose to turn around, because around they began to be quiet. It seems that many who have resigned themselves drove to the Babakan Scaffold. For Bima this is a good opportunity, so that his arrival is not detected on the beach.

The plan to disappear in the Babakan Scaffold will run brilliantly. The irregularity of departure to the white sand beach at the western end of Nusakambangan became a fortune for Bima's plan.