Nusakambangan, We're Coming!

Scaffolding Babakan = Gate Adventure

Diesel-engined compreng boats go breaking the waves. There was horror, because the water was so close to the lip of the boat. Moreover, there are no float facilities for passengers. When a big wave swallows the boat, somehow the fate of passengers who can not swim. Although Ilana can swim, she still feels worried that the possibility will befall.

The voyage back along the edge of Nusakambangan with mangrove forest on the left and far right side of the picture of the Indralaya mountains. Nun there rolls a white wave like a strip of ribbon that borders two different shades of blue. The green toska makes out with a gray blue underneath.

Almost an hour and a half later some coral formation coloring the curvature of the water current. One tall coral welcomes the entrance to the Indian Ocean. The rock milestone reminds Ilana of the journey of Bilbo, a Hobbit who traveled in the story The Lord of The Ring, when along the river and met with two high cliffs with face-shaped statues adorning the peak.

The difference is, the coral seen by Ilana is only one and the head of the cliff is lush by shrubs as well as a bird's nest. And when juxtaposed with the island land jutting in the form of cliffs, it really feels like going through an entrance to somewhere. According to the captain of the compreng boat, the place is called Pelawangan. From the word lawang; javanese which means door.

Unfortunately, the compreng boat carrying Ilana's entourage did not pass through Pelawangan. The boat had turned into a small bay on the left. In fact they have to move to a small boat_jukung in order to get down to the beach.

When Bima asked if he had arrived at the Babakan Scaffold, the boat driver said, if they had to walk first to get to the beach. Regarding the reason, why the group is not directly relegated at the Babakan Scaffold. According to mr. Nahkoda, first because there is no dock drop. Second, many corals can scratch the hull of the boat. Third, the big waves from the open ocean will easily hit the small boat they are now riding.

Bima nodded in understanding. One by one passengers disembark on the small beach to continue the journey by land. A companion teacher accompanied the last group. The path becomes an indication of footsteps friends lush plants.

They covered the towering hills on the right, while on the left was a rice field. Slowly but surely the road is filled invite the group to climb a small hill. At the peak of the hill, the view of the Babakan Raffang beach looks like a paradise of the world. Blue, then greenish combined white. On the burning plaza. In the clean sand.

The terrain down the hill is quite steep. Must be careful, or can hold on to the guardrail of long transverse bamboo. Ten minutes walk. The more down the grains of sand began to whisper feet. I can't wait to take off my footwear immediately, then chase the waves that roll boisterously.

The distance between the last tree and the waves is quite close. Shady places make lazy children exposed to sunlight can take shelter while looking at the ocean which always gives a calming effect. Bima coded Falah to stay away from the crowd. Stepping towards the east is more quiet and has a stretch of sand wider than the beach where they come out of the hills.

Arriving at a place that has wide sand, Bima and Falah, and Ilana who unexpectedly followed the steps of the two sat enjoying the lick of the waves far from the boundary of the trees. Truly this is a flawless panorama of the Creator's creation.

“Later we walk to the end there.” point Bima at the end of the east arch.

“You're coming, Na?” ask Falah.

“Can Yes, can not.”

“Plin-plan.” Accuse Bima.

“Ara where ya?” suddenly Falah felt that something was lacking.

“You are here, want to find a problem.” snapped Bima.

“So usually he's always with us, anyway? I feel like there is less. Except in the mangrove forest earlier.”

“Udah, let's head to the next beach immediately.” Bima stood up immediately.

Inevitably two of his followers made the same move. After taking a few photos, the three walked together still without wearing footwear. Enjoy the pinch of the waves that sometimes erode the layer of sand until the soles of the feet feel swish.

When measuring the length of the Bay of Babakan Scaffolding, Bima got a number on the fifth centimeter. That means the circumference of the bay in reality is about two and a half kilometers. Pretty long aka far away. But if each beach is divided in two as listed in the map, which is where Rengapakan Beach stands alone and Babakan Beach has a marked location. Then the distance of 2.5 kilometers can be one kilo meter less for each beach.

Every now and then Bima walks backwards enjoying the west coast from the east. He also thought, no need to go to Sanur Beach or Kuta if you want to enjoy the sensation of white sand beach. There is also Central Java. Moreover, the beach that he now jajaki feels more natural.

“Yoo, let's be beach boys!” Bima punched his hand upwards.

It was Falah who was carrying a busy camera recording around the beach. Also the action of Bima who ran small among the foam of the waves.

The sun was getting embarrassed to show a sharpness. The bias that I love actually beautifies the landscape that is displayed in front. Bima, Ilana and Falah have reached the end of the Babakan Scaffolding Beach. The barrier in the form of steep cliffs colliding directly with the ocean does not leave grains of sand at the base. Fierce coral rocks become footrests of water feet.

“Excellent nih,” said Falah who was recording the seconds the sun slowly disappeared. “Unfortunately this beautiful place is still not well managed.”

“I like something like this. More and more who come, officially a tourist spot, this beach will be damaged lost authenticity.” said Bima.

“I think, will stay like this. Remembering, weighing Nusakambangan bui island. The Justice Department of the island owner would think three times to make the beach purely commercial. Related to security.” added Ilana.

“I hope so.”

“But still unfortunate,” sigh Falah. “Padal Nusakambangan scattered white sand beach.”

“Bby, so a tourist spot but still directional. It can't be arbitrary, there must be permission. Maybe that's the solution.”

“Not now it is so.” reply Bima.

“I mean it should continue like that.”

“Tumben you have thoughts in line.” lontar Falah looked at two friends in turn.

“The name is a lover. Must care the same as loved dong.” says Bima.

”You love Ilana?” blame Falah.

Bima and Ilana look at each other and then express themselves like seeing goat manure, cows and other mammal animals.

“Which is possible,” reply Ilana.

“Where can you get the formula from?” Bima pushed Falah's head against the temple using the index finger. “Nature, Fal, nature object of his love.” exclaimed Bima in the ear of Falah who sat next to him exactly.

Falah kontan closing the ears, “Usiasa aja keles, I'm not deaf.” next heard muttering, “Lagian, my ears are not funnel toa.”

“Well, well, tonight we spend the night here.” said Bima while standing.

“It is better to go up there Bim, behind the trees.” suggested Ilana.

“Take it here, Bro.” cetus Falah.

“We do not know the tide until where you are,” said Ilana. “Can be flooded if tonight happens highest tide.”

“Consider also your proposal, Na.” Bima consented. “Partially we don't bring a doom tent. Just wear a coat to make a tent.”

“Yuk, we find a place to make camp.” said Ilana while moving from sitting. Bima and Falah followed.

The three then broke through the trees and shrubs looking for a suitable place to set up a tent. A place that is at least somewhat spacious and flat. The place that's gonna be their shelter tonight.