Ocean of Love (Part-1)

I did enjoy hiking

Since I was born until the end of my high school I spent in this village, Tersono.A small village in Central Java,Indonesia. Many friends, many memories but now all my friends were busy with their families. Maybe just me who has not reached that stage.

Not too much has changed. Tersono's still cool as ever. To the south from Tersono is the Dieng Plateau which looks like a sleeping beauty. Slightly forward in front of it but rather to the west there is the peak of Mount Blanket.It always be foggy and full of mystery. I'm with my scout and scouts from the town had almost conquered the peak of the mountain. The rain and soaking wet, we have been through several surrounding hills, mired in the land of the former pine forest hollow where wild boar, and pursue a bridge of two palm trees that stretched across the river.

Fog continues to decline, we remain steely spirit but we still are not allowed to climb Mount Blanket. Finally we took a circular path through the tea plantations to the town. Some friends from the town girl scout were walking with their feet astride, backpacks dragged, and kept their mouths calling their mama.

Boys from town often looks like a stranger. As we were hiking in the Dieng Plateau, on the way in the forest we saw some boys from town with nice dress and shoes lying nearly unconscious. They do not bring water to drink, just bring  flags, a portable CD player, and camera. Maybe they think there are cafes in the middle of the forest ? We arrived at the inn at 11.00 AM. Towards dusk, we were prepared to tidy fragrant streets of the nearest object. From a distance their flags arise and sank in the middle distance final downhill.

In the eastern village of Tersono there are some of the most eastern of the river but close to the border is the river Hairy-Devil. Small time direct neck feathers goose bumps to hear the name of that river. The first time I crossed above the bridge I closed my eyes.

In the west and north of Tersono is the door of civilization. Tersono best kids with affluent economy looks dashing and aristocratic when leaving and returning to school. They only talk about important things, not words from the language of this country tucked here and there. With them I communicate pretty well, I do not know why.

Repost and edited from kompasiana.com