Romance In Makara Orange

The End of Travel Part 1

All the team woke up early. At six o'clock all had gathered at the restaurant for breakfast and started the journey at seven in the morning.

The road along the way down is not too steep but there are some points that pass the edge of the gorge which is only limited by a makeshift wooden fence.

There are also many houses on this route. Even Vira was able to photograph the activities of residents in the morning. The women who began to roll out tarps and sunbathe barley and basmati rice grain. Some of the young people found are also rearing goats that are milky white.

Although busy photographing, but the steps of Vira quite quickly balance the steps of mas-mas climbers. Not as far behind as when they were climbing. Even Sandeep praised him.

“This is the way you should be [should from yesterday be fast like this], Sandeep said.

Vira laughed loudly. The last route of this climb makes it excited. There are goals that want to be achieved immediately and are in the eye. Go home. Be in the place of loved ones.

Not only Vira, but also with mas-mas climbers. Smiles adorn their faces.

Apparently, the trip to the post Siwai less than three hours. Before 10 am they had arrived when they twice stopped by the local stalls to buy drinks and local cakes with sweet flavors.

There are also those who sell some souvenirs, just that Vira is not too interested because it seems the price in Thamel is more reasonable.

In Siwai's post, the jeeps they rented haven't come yet. It turned out that Sandeep asked the jeep to come at eleven noon because initially did not expect it would be this fast.

While waiting, they met some foreign climbers who just started the climbing route to Annapurna. The foreign climbers were using an inverted route from the one used by Vira and mas-mas climbers.The route up to Annapurna was faster but the route down was longer and longer.

Sandeep gives a choice whether they keep waiting for the jeep to come or a short walk to a local restaurant run by a kilometer. It turns out mas-mas climbers are as mind-blowing as Vira, walking towards the restaurant and going to lunch faster there.

The taste of local cuisine in the restaurant they choose turns out to be similar to the taste they know. There is black pepper seasoning, yakiniku, and teriyaki which is then directly selected by all of them.

“Yeah koq can there be black pepper chicken here anyway? Bosen really from yesterday eat Dal Bhat mulu. All use curry seasoning,” said Bobby shocked when reading the menu.

“Ntar surely until Indonesia you will miss the same Dal Bhat. Sure me!” sahut Mas Une's.

“Here no beef yes Mas Une?” ask Vira while flipping through the menu.

“Hahaha..patience Vir, here beef is still prohibited. Ntar in Pokhara you can find a Muslim restaurant. There is beef steak pake mushroom sauce really good there.”

“Koq knows Mas anyway? Have you ever been there?” ask Vira again.

“Elu lose fast nanyanya. From yesterday the Dody was also noisily wanting to eat beef. We just went to Sandeep,” said Mas Une.

Right after lunch that was too fast, two jeeps came. Sarkar and Satya who had finished eating from earlier immediately put the backpacks into the iron frame box located on top of the car and tied it with a rope.

The journey to the hotel in Pokhara where they used to stay is very fast, five in the afternoon has arrived without a hitch. Mas Une immediately completed the tip payment for porters of 250 dollars per person.

Each climber charged 100 dollars for additional tired money Sarkar and Satya beyond the wages they get from the climbing travel agency they use in Thamel.

Sarkar and Satya, whose home is in Pokhara, immediately asked for permission to go home with the jeep they were riding. Sandeep stayed together as he would take them back to their hotel in Kathmandu.

“I have client to Everest Base Camp next week. They are from Norway [I got a client to Everest Base Camp. They're from Norway],” Sandeep said.

“Can you speak their language [That could speak]?” vira asked astonished because to her knowledge Norway has its own language.

“They can speak French [they can speak French],” Sandeep replied.

“And you know Vira, they are five and all women, with long legs and fast [and know not Vira, they are all five women, with long legs and fast paths], he said,” continued Sandeep in a seductive tone and glanced at him.

“Oh Sandeep, shut up. But I know you like me a lot, don’t you [Oh Sandeep diem deh, but I know koq if you like me, right]?” vira said a crisp laugh that made Sandeep also respond with laughter.

 

After a shower and shower. Vira and mas-mas climbers go to a laundry located not far from the hotel. There are self-contained laundry machines that can complete the laundry directly dry for less than an hour.

One kilo of dirty clothes counts two hundred rupees. The average weight of their dirty clothes is about six kilos because dirty clothes tend to be wet because there are remnants of sweat during the climb. They also buy powdered detergents and clothes fragrances that are sold separately.

“Self yes! I don't want to be mixed with Obi. Moreover ****** *******, very bad smell former masturbation,” Mas Une's mouthful with full of jokes.

“Yeee, masturbate together, use my recriminatory show anyway Mas,” reply Bobby.

“You ************ different married people ama who are still virgins like me. The virgin is more fragrant,” continued Bobby.

“Crazy everyone,” said Vira while shaking his head.

The behavior of mas-mas climbers increasingly familiar in front of Vira.

Initially Vira was shocked because she never had socialization experience with men because her sister was all sister. His close male friend was only Nugie who later moved away due to his rejection of Vira. Together with Kosa was never as familiar and nyeleneh as this.

 

“How so? You want to eat beef steak or want to eat alone?” ask Mas Une after the dry laundry business.

“Gue as Vira eats beef steak, don't know anything else!” answer Mas Dody.

“Gue equals Mas Coky to chinese food only. Isn't it Mas?” asked Bobby to Mas Cokro who was greeted with a nod of his head.

“Gue kangen same pig. Sorry Vir, I'm with Obi. You two eat beef steak. Tomorrow we are still all day in Pokhara, tomorrow aja deh beef steak,” said Mas Une.

Sandeep delivered Mas Une, Mas Cokro, and Bobby to a Chinese food restaurant located west of Phewa lake. After that we drove Mas Dody and Vira to the restaurant with signage bearing Arabic letters and halal logo. Sandeep himself refused to be invited to eat together and chose to walk alone.

The Indian-faced woman in a tunic and hooded dress came to bring the beef steak with mushroom sauce she had ordered.

It turns out that the size portion is very large. Baked meat with a little fat poured with a thick brown mushroom sauce with a few slices of button mushrooms. The complementary vegetables are many and pieces of baked potatoes with a concentrated butter flavor are also abundant. Really the right portion to celebrate down the mountain ala Vira.

“Mantaaab is Vir,” said Mas Dody when he saw the food served.

“Waah, their loss does not come with us Mas,” said Vira.

“Si Cokro like Obi like not eating red meat deh Vir. If the new Une true carnivore.”

“Times anyway Mas?”

“What I know is so.”

They eat well, without saying much. Enjoying every piece of roast beef that he had not touched for a long time. Like for years.

“Besok Vira lunch here again Mas, Kalo Mas Dody want to join the others is okay, Vira can alone koq!”

“Tomorrow lunch we eat at the Vir Mountain Museum. Une have given you a schedule of trips to anywhere. Maybe it was afternoon. Eat Malem here again. Si Une also wants to like.”

 

Mas Cokro and Bobby were so excited when visiting the great Buddhist temple in Pokhara. World Peace Pagoda is a donation by Japanese monks from the Japanese organization Nipponzan Myohoji. There are some words with kanji embedded there.

“Ntar you will often see what I believe Bi?” asked Mas Une when he saw Bobby who was so excited to read the kanji.

“Hahaha, amen Mas, amen,” replied Bobby.

Vira was shocked and immediately raised the feeling of wanting to know him.

“Lu mo lecture in Japan Bi?” ask Vira.

“Not yet, October I went there to learn the language. Trus a year so the research student first just entered. Somewhat long the process,” bright Bobby relaxed.

“Buset, kirain just graduated. Want to go to college again?”

“Emang I just graduated, The trial was in May yesterday and it has been improved.”

“Iih Obi pinter really,” praise Vira while applauding.

“Cium dong Vir, said Bobby while putting his index finger on his cheek.

“Ish, lecherous behavior emang lu Bi,” said Vira then left Bobby who laughed crisply.

From the Pagoda, using a minivan rented from the hotel and the driver, they headed to the Mountain Museum. The entrance fee was a shock. For local residents only charged 50 rupees only or equivalent to half a dollar but for foreigners the rate is 500 rupees or equivalent to five dollars.

The entire area of the museum is very large. The museum itself consists of two broad floors and contains information on the highest mountains in the world. How proud Mas Une when he found Puncak Jayawijaya or Carstensz on the mountain list.

“Keren, I've been here three times. Fourth ntar same you ya Vir!” said Mas Une to Vira who was greeted with a warm smile.

Vira is very interested in ethnic and tribal ethnographic data in Nepal while Bobby prefers to the photos of climbers who have conquered the peaks of the Himalayas.

“Vir, we go to the top of the Himalayas yuk!” take Bobby.

“Mahal Bi, almost two billion cost. If you die there also I have to pay hundreds of millions,” complained Vira.

“Gue payin deh, as long as my wife.”

“Pret lu Bi,” replied Vira who then left Bobby laughing at Vira's reply.