Collecting back memories of the past who have more than twenty years, it was not an easy thing to write and tell. I had to berkonsentari 'hard' focus to the memory of 1984-1986, in order to recall a few trips I have ever done with my friends that period.
I will try to remember and tell this only just before 3 trip. But this story I wrote 'blindly' according to the ability of 'sharpness' already jadul memory as well.
Actually I feel that the memories can not be replaced by anything and can not be erased time, but in reality, human memory, especially I was limited. I used to feel, that day after day that changed, the year in which so quickly passed and the events that come and go, all it seemed nothing could replace 'the past is full of color' is.
In fact now I've lost most of the shadow-filled memories of that color, the color of today's irreplaceable complement any color stays true. This paper is nothing more than just a kind of silhouette. It's not the whole story and the journey complete. Even the story may not represent actual trip. Lots of events, time, place and name of companion friends who have escaped my memory. We apologize if there is one to remember and one write.
The shadow of Mount Malabar, rather confused with the shadow of Mount Burangrang. The same trip done at night and the two peaks are no kawahnya, and has several peaks, so we had to 'find' where the highest peak among several peaks in the mountain. Difference Malabar area larger than Burangrang.
I do not remember where we came together and set off from Jakarta at what time, and up what. As I recall we got out of the public transport (either bus either Colts) it was getting dark. We dropped before PANGALENGAN, then entered the village street which is located on the left the highway. The number of personnel of our group is probably not more than ten people. We walked along the gravel road, through villages that have been deserted. The farther we walked pendudukpun houses less and less, until we were full path through the bushes and needle-leafed trees. We entered the forest, the sound of cicadas sautan sign bersaut past dusk. Look around the dark because the stars of the night sky high trees blocked. We continue through the path that no clear directions. I'm not sure that we trace the path, but longer own path that guides our friends in the front. Bushes shrubs trees that crushed like black piles of swallowing our feet. The smell of the leaves of the 'broken' stepped foot mixed together with cold air from penetrating.
Whether diketinggian how we begin to feel that our field through a little bit heavy. Pathfinding must dipiggiran cliffs which I think quite steep. Finally we reached a slightly sloping slopes. I can see the city of Bandung as a bowl to accommodate all banyaknnya
sparkling gems.
Before dawn, dawn we arrived diketinggian which we regard as a peak. Bush plant apex was filled with shrubs. I did not notice any kind of plant area of these peaks.
Malabar is the name of the highest peaks in these mountains. Malabar name synonymous with tea plantations established by KAR Bosscha. Plantation stretched from the mountains Malabar - Patuha until the foot of Mount Papandayan.
In addition to the top of Malabar Malabar Mountains has other peaks which Puntang, Mega and Haruman. In the foothills of Malabar there PANGALENGAN towards geothermal resources in the exploration with MBD name Wayang Windu geothermal power project. Other locations there are also a source of hot water run into a hot spring tourism, called Cibolang.
I recall that time there has been no geothermal exploration, in addition to Kamojang yag Crater located on the west Malabar, Majalaya area.
Malabar peak was foggy early morning. From the slopes as far as the eye could see was a gray expanse of white mist. On the eastern horizon rising sun burst night, meet in the morning, orange keemasanpun terhibar in the sky ....
The journey starts from one hydroelectric power that lies before PANGALENGAN. In this area there are two hydroelectric power, built around the Year 1920, Plengan hydropower and hydropower Lamajang. Exactly two hydroelectric power block is located in Mount Tilu, 3 km from skitar Cileunca there. Built by KAR Boscha, a Dutchman who opened plantations Malabar, built in Lembang star binoculars (about Year 1898 - Year 1928 Bosscha Observatory telescope lens is the owner of the largest in the world), built Gedung Merdeka (sosieteit Concordia) and founded the Hogeschool Technologie, which is the origin of the ITB now. It's all part of the 'contribution' generosity Delf graduate engineering degree is the nation that his government when it was colonized.
Whether up what and what time arrived, as I recall we went down the valley on the right road PANGALENGAN. After menerabas various shrubs and trees we gathered near the pipe that looked Lamajang hydropower ran up against the cliff to a height of hard to see because of dark nights. I am following the survival group participants located upstairs next to the water pipes
was 1.5 m in diameter.
In addition to the stairs, pipes Lamajang hydropower facilitated lorry route that connects with the three space station underneath the turbine. Lori contains the following 10 charges passengers to reach tonan. With a slope that is quite steep, from 70 to 80 degrees, lorry pulled down by steel slip along the approximately 280 m. Because the night journey, when I did not see the lorry it (either if the program memory dibagian error ...)
I still remember, I looked around the dark. Depending on the lighting pole at a short distance apart. The air was getting cold, but since moving, I'm not so cold.
When we turn to the left, out of the stairs and away from the second pipeline, I do not think in which direction and how far along the pipe end is 500 m and 1400 totaling ladder rung fruit is over. The one in the head only to find our way to jejaki and through to reach my own goals that do not know will finish where.
Hydropower pipe ends at the end lamajang cliff to disgorge disebuah pond water reservoir originating from Cisarua, Cisangkuy and Situ Cileunca. From there the water into the pipe and flow down with swift, capable of propelling the turbine 3 which is located below the cliffs. Each turbine produces 6.52 MW.
The journey continues towards the plantation, south Situ Cileunca. Sakuriling bungking appears dark with a blue sky blackened. House lights glare was one of two people in hot. Mount lined in hot black color berundak-jointed plantation steps below, the same kelamnya. When I was still affiliated with a group of friends contemporaries. Not much to say, we are looking towards the road to where we are going through.
Toward morning we reached the plateau planted with potatoes. Morning air seemed to refresh the body while still ngadaregdeg. Hungry stomach started twisting. Seeing some potato farmer was pulling us toward them. Some of my friends asked for some potatoes with a look around, worried that the supervising instructor. I assured him no one near us instrukturpun. Even participants who either direction lainpun scattered around. Because of hunger, some of my friends (the man) eating potato was still green, raw. "It's not good!", He cried. But swallow too. Pity. I tried to resist hunger and thirst of the desperation that eating raw potatoes. We were laughing and yelling as dazed as I ran looking for friends who are far away from us.
The position of the sun about eleven o'clock show. Intensita heat really feel that the original skin burns cold shrink. More seueul stomach and throat hanaang thirst. At that time we passed a tomato plantation bulb, oval shape. Shrubs trees were filled with ripe fruit, green, orange to red. I think it's only appropriate fruit to eat just thirsty and hungry bidders. My friend memetikannya some fruit, all given to me. My heart was happy not to play like a small child getting a handful of candy. No need celingak celinguk I immediately accepted. But after I noticed the fruit before eating it, I was surprised handeueul pseudo keuheul. Apparently it was not a tomato fruit bulb as I expected, but the surface of pepper fruit gendot very much like tomato bulb. Of course I threw it away. Friend who gave it to him directly ngibrit ran nyeungseurikeun, before I had time to sulk. Because I was not wearing minus glasses would be fooled. Well the bottom ... it should really try to survive.
Actually, before leaving, secretly agreed to bring some friends segandu sugar made in case is not strong. But I forgot and my friends happened to my group (all male) were ill with sugar. They even hid a few cigarettes in his backpack, rather than sugar.
Hydropower Lamajang stairs, I think it's probably a pretty field sweat. But the hardest for me was not allowed to bring food and drinks.
Towards evening the rain began to fall. I walked alone into the hall plantation road. Left-right dirimbuni street trees flowering tea. Tip of the branches appear brownish red flowers. Covered with a poncho on I go on, I realized that no, I'm separated from my friends. More carried away my nature that was pouring rain.
The sky gradually brightened after the rain subsided. Even wearing a poncho, jeans and t-shirts that I wear, too wet, as well as backpacks. Amid the journey itself that is the worry astray. The rain stayed drizzle, but I am getting cold due to strong winds uncover-ends reveal a poncho that I use.
Finally I saw a friend who was sheltering in camps saung tea. Ngadaregdeg his hands crossed on his chest, holding the cold. Hardened teeth chattering sound when I approached him. I am glad to see it. As he jokingly offered him a cigarette he lit it and suck it himself. Not that I ingainkan cigarettes, but a plate of warm rice with meat obese has sweet tea and a thick blanket ... ..!?
I rely on saung poles. Chill out in the rain during the hunger complement, more so pervasive throughout the body when I finally sat down on the wet ground. Mouth deed as drinking rain water. I just realized how tired, how pangs and cold. Apparently this is called salatri and kabulusan it. I persuaded hallucinations of warmth false comfort. Like the thirsty arid digurun see ripples.
Realizing my situation like that, I tried to concentrate and persevere in order to remain conscious, so as not to faint. I wonder what it was talking about my friend, she did not realize that I was against a very, very tired. I tried to just smile just like I listen very well what he was saying.
After a while sitting, leaning, resting, growing force that can warm the body gradually originally cold. Ngulon Lingsir sun peeking behind the clouds of blinding silver. The sky seems brighter sprinkled a thin cloud of white crumbly.
We continued on after the rain subsided completely. Though still sore but the stomach landscape so beautifully in front of the eyes, the pain was obscure. The mountains, ranging from Malabar to Papandayan apparent surface filled with lush trees, dark blue-green. Like carpets of tea plantations cover the entire hill. Rows of pine trees add sieup expanse of tea plantations and mountains.
I could capture the scene with the camera jadul moment. In addition, of course, record it in memory ...
Furthermore, really, I can not remember anymore, towards where we were, gathered where, whatever activities we do during diklatsar field. Even I can not remember at what time, what and riding through areas where we all go back home to Bandung. That's all that was imagined in my mind.
... .... Which is still remembered, as it was after sunset when we were a group (about ten people) arrived at Terminal Cicaheum. The rain began to fall. I confused it rains harder. Destination perjalananpun blurred, where some want to become. At first there are some goals that we planned. But with the rain as it seems my friends so hesitant to continue the journey.
considering the conditions that do not support that some of my friends suggested to cancel the trip (if not mistaken it was the end of the year. The year before we had camping at Cikole renewal year. When we were planning to end the year somewhere that is not really true we agreed location). I heard that suggestion a little disappointed, because I was already 'half dead' parent requested permission to join the trip. I travel keukeuh to be continued only because the rain would subside. Some other friends agree with me.
We agreed to go take the bus to PANGALENGAN, with the aim Mount Papandayan. I can not remember how things were during the bus ride, and whether by road / area travel anywhere for the night. I think maybe our situation a little wet because it rained a lot, maybe too sleepy. But I still clearly remember, the least I did not feel tired. Any follow enjoy the journey and I feel really enjoy any condition. I think so, too at that time.
No matter how many hours of bus travel, which I remembered and reflected in the memory, that is we got off at Terminal PANGALENGAN. The atmosphere of the terminal was almost deserted, only a few vehicles, shops and many warungpun been closed. Understandably then disebuah small town we walked to the Plantation Malabar. Asphalt street surface appears shiny black former rain. Lenglang sky with little clouds thin, dark. Both sides of the houses we passed deserted, only a fluorescent light bulb diteras and yard. Lewatpun vehicles is extremely rare. I explained to my friends, that the distance to the plantation gate far enough. If lunch is usually a couple of pickup vehicles plantations as a means of transportation to market the plantation residents. Because it's late, do not expect there to be angkot disetop and we entered the plantation mengagkut. (th 81an I have ppl in the s PANGALENGAN, so few know about PANGALENGAN)
When we were down the street suddenly from the back of a vehicle seen speeding. After knowing that the vehicle was a truck we were immediately waved, hoping the truck stops. And the truck stopped. Without a long think, again, we all drove ngagarajleng back after asking the driver license. The truck was moving quite fast speed. Cold wind that parted to make the whole body was cold. Smell of cattle dung mixed with the smell of rotting grass. We just realized that the truck was apparently the cattle trucks, probably cattle. Of course, the shoes we are the most 'suffer'. But never mind, rather than have to walk ...
Plantation through the gate stopped the truck. Before the truck turned us all down. Darkness before us, only one or two lights which twinkled in hot. We went on again. Walk. Getting colder but it was refreshing. Whether the other, for me it adds a little energy and fitness to make eye bengras rada. As I walk on the grass side of the road, I spatu incitement kerumput I had spent, just clean out the manure may be stuck.
When the turn round in hot looking pair of vehicle headlights through the night, it became clear deruannya faint natural silence plantation. The lights grow brighter as if through our figures are tersilaukan. My friend and I idly waved as the vehicle approached. Apparently the vehicle was a bus that looked very big and beautiful with glittering lights. Amid the darkness and silence the arrival of the bus like that for me the magic. Amid surprise that, suddenly the front door of the bus open. Still puzzled, was the conductor let us in.. Without long he thought we were happily into the bus. Interior of the bus seemed very luxurious to me a cold. Temaran yellow lighting was warm. Below this maroon colored carpeted. The chairs looked soft and clean, lined either side of two two back.
Friends whooped half a seat each and lay down while menyelonjorkan feet, immediately lie down. Sayapun no loss of off-smiles of pleasure and sat down to get comfortable. Bispun moving slowly drove through the darkness ....
No one among us to question where the bus destination, ... .. a luxurious bus which suddenly appeared behind the mist of night, amid the vast plantations of cold and quiet, and just like that we take, as if no matter would be taken where ... ..
God knows how long and what diperkebunan stops, we finally got off the bus. The bus drove on, disappearing from view where either through the thickening fog. Like waking up from a dream, that's what I remember. I think the bus ride over some of the plantations. Plantation Santosa and Copenhagen do not we go through during the journey continued on foot later. I think the time is beyond the middle of the night when it was.
Our plantation along the road corridor. Left and right seem plantations extend like a dark velvet background in the hills like a black swamps. Stars twinkled in the sky behind the thickening clouds, sow fog, darkness. We went on almost without a sound except our footsteps. Lip was numb, nose and fingers felt stiff from the cold more penetrating.
We went through several plantations that I do not know another name. In each plantation I saw seemed a large building, probably a container plant, drying and packing tea. I see also next to a large building was an old house, maybe a place to stay head of the factory or the foreman. There is also a row of small settlements around it, maybe that's where the plantation workers' homes. From a distance it appears bright areas like constellations in the heavens that thousands of them, like a district or a small kingdom surrounded expanse of darkness. I am truly amazed at the beauty of the scene that night. Like in a fairy tale and Oky Nurmala the magazine Bobo. Recorded, bound tightly in the memory until now.
Before dawn, the temperature of the cold-uadara cold as we saw in hot three figures were walking back to us. It was expected, turned out they were friends of our contemporaries who travel with the same purpose. We join together to continue the journey to Mount Papandayan. When the trip we were not far from the path that led to the Papandayan.
Like the previous stories, I do not really remember the rest. Too vague to remember, hard to write. The image of my memories of the slopes and summit of Papandayan in this way, rather confused with the shadow memory via a trip to CISURUPAN papadayan.
Sayapun really can not remember the street and what areas when it comes down from papadayan.
Using google map I tried to trace the journey up to the nearest focus of the air. But my memory is still not hooked. Maybe someday I 'need' Historian's journey. Who knows my mind is open again. hemh ... may also to be considered for the holidays later this year ... finished
Approximately two years ago, the sudden friends who decades I've never seen, suddenly came to see me who were treated disebuah hospital in Bandung, a few days after Lebaran.
If possible, I'd love to wake up and take them a little market place that allows to talk freely and joking as much as before ... ..!?
Of course then I could just sit in bed, surrounded by friends and become the center of their attention. I really felt as being helpless victims, ... hiks hiks ... ... ...
I can not talk much with them. One single wish, I took turns talking to them off the ache in my chest is ... .. hmm ..
Know yourself in the hospital a lot of people are not allowed to vote let alone a joke laughter .... And they visit friends who had long since I missed it only lasted about 10 minutes. They will continue to see Nuti Indrawati, who also happened to the sick, and when it was in his mother's house.
The meeting was for me like a dream. If only my wish diprbolehkan down and go with them to see Nuti. How not to participate, Nuti is one close friend who sealiran (river flow ... x) I can only sigh just off the return of his friends and waved his hand and Oong Heru, the last friend who came out and disappeared behind the patient's door (when I smiled inwardly ngagerentes: "like the little boy ..". ... ... but, in fact, first, I really like the small perempun before them .... deuuuh ...
After a second meeting was blind, could not be dammed again, I finally hiks .... Hiks .... Hiks .... Ngabeberah her husband and said: "Sometime, certainly could meet again." Yes ... one day .... Sad teuing iraha atuh.
Have had several friends was held reunian, but I have never come, due to various causes is difficult to avoid.
Given the difficulty I was able to gather with friends angkatan82 jadul this, finally an idea occurred to me to provide a very simple place the air diawang this. Maybe there are friends who come here to kersa rurumpaheun simply unwind, thirst thirst in the midst of the busyness of whack, in the midst of the increasingly hot sun this summer .... Uh ga ya ... disconnected. Punten.
Especially for friends who are still emut ka purwadaksi and want to glue back the broken rope Hospitality berbabagai time and circumstances.
Of course, like me, these friends are not like before, both physical and social spheres of life, perhaps even his character? But clearly, hopefully still good-hearted, friendly and not arrogant.
