It was the last month of 2018 and I am so sad about it that we all are getting older and older but I still like have not experienced any meaningful things yet. You know sometimes people have their own way on defining something. What I am about to telling is my very first-awesome-exciting-farthest-incredible-tiring journey ever (I know this is way too much but hahah who cares), of course with my friends.
It started when a friend of mine was talking about things like doing humanity project like you know sharing things like clothes, books, and stuff. I have been waiting for this chance. So my friend had such a plan in the nearly time.
Long story short I decided to join and yeah I did prepare my stuff for 3 days journey from Makassar-Enrekang. It was still college days (idk wether the term is right or wrong) and the most importantly finished-reporting (laporan lengkap) would be held in the same day plus one day. what I mean by that, we were going to go on Tuesday and the laporan lengkap was only till Friday (the science students will probably know how terrible it can be). Hmm. it such a hassle thing.
I just could not believe that I went there, Nating, in Bungin, Enrekang Regency, by motorcycle. little village that really far from town and so remote, like we really needed to go through cobblestone road, the uphill road which was very steep, mountains road with terrible ravines on the other side, muddy red soil, the sharpening of the brake lining smell, smoky motorbike, also remind that the weather was so bad-bad-bad as it could be, the road was so slick, the puddle of water fulfilled our way, the cold of our wet dress, dirty shoes, starving stomach.
Every time we took time to Pertamina to refill the fuel remind me that I was going further and further from home, I checked maps and saw myself so far from my lovely room, makes me realized that it is not always about the destination, but how to be back home safely and the process of the journey itself. And I can say it was so awesome. Like I am really thankful to the mosques that so much helped in many ways, to the people who had kindly accommodate us, both for the food and place to stay, for the view along the way which was so-so-so awesome, I never experienced it before things like sleep in everywhere just because we were just so tired, the fresh air of being surrounded by nature, seeing an awesome little mountain with unique shape, seeing the line of place that shined and not by the sun, meeting new people, and things called togetherness. There are lots of things that I realized that I have to be grateful of.
I just do not know how to tell the detail of the journey, because I am sure it is going to be a very very long story, so I decided only to write the point down and how my feeling was at that moment. And yeah here are some pictures on our three days journey:
|in the middle of somewhere to taking a rest, again|
|found a place to stay overnight|
|early in the morning|
|refill the fuel before the real mountain climbing with the mocies|
|taking rest after 4 hours motorcycling non-stop|
|somewhere in Nating, lil part of Latimojong|
|having a deep convo about coffe with bapak founder of 'Arabika Kopi Massipa'|
|river flows in you (yiruma) :v|
|somewhere in Bungin with the squad|
|pikpik with mt. nona as background|
|we were just so tired to continue the journey|