Road to Soul Writing

Gunung Runjani 3726 m-Lombok Island, Indonesia Photo by Daniel Hookins I was walking about 20 meters away behind from my group. I found myself in the middle of a misty mountain. My eyes tried to look through. There were only some trees and edelweiss looked obvious to me. And I realized that this place is still far away from the summit but I knew I would make to the top. I used to wondering a lot why people suffer themselves by climbing a mountain, why they walk through the woods on a narrow dangerous path and why they think it is a worth experience. This curiosity has forced me to find the answer.   On July 16 2013, a black shiny AVP picked me up at 5 0’clock in the morning. I was standing in front of my house with my Mom when the car arrived. I hugged my Mom before I left. “Sudah siap mbak Zi” said a Javanese man while opening the car door for me. I gave him only a smile. I was still sleepy.  The car headed to the south and stop in front of a huge gate. A...

Photo by Varian Fahmi It was 1 st of July 8. 43 pm, I drove fast from Santosa in Lombok Traditional costume just after attending APEC seminar. It took me 15 minutes to get Montong Kedaton. I knocked the door several times. From outside I could hear some people were laughing and chatting. Not awhile Brenda opened the door and as usual she always gave me her warm welcome.   She wore red t-shirt that’s written “10 Canada” with the picture of maple leaf on it. She looked through over my costume to check weather I have something red or white. Mmm lucky, there some red line on my shawl.   Then she took me to the back veranda. Adi, Mas Varian, Efi, lentera and Stuart were there. They were busy chatting, cuddling cat and eating some Nanaimo Bars—traditional Canadian dessert.   It looked Yummy. I tried some and I wanted more. I was fascinated with the party staff. Tissues, bottles, stickers that picture Canadian flag, Brenda also turned on his projector to portray map of Can...

Photo by Daniel Hookins It was quite cloudy when I drove to Senaru. Along the way I couldn’t clearly see the views around. It took me more than two and half hour to get there. The sky was still dark, the hour hand pointed to almost 12. My empty stomach couldn’t wait. I went to a forest front restaurant nearby which is part of Rinjani National park.   From this restaurant I could see the top of Sendang Gile Water Fall. I was absorbed with it. My empty stomach stopped rumbling. I sat quietly and felt the air touch my skin. A few minutes went by; a waiter in blue t-shirt came bring my fried rice. It was pretty tasty but I couldn’t finish it. I regained my energy easily. I left my motorbike in the parking area of the re staurant and walked to the waterfall gate that stands next to the restaurant. A middle age man passed me a ticket entrance after I gave him IDR 10.000. I fumbled my bag and grabbed my mosquito repellent lotion. Put it some on my calves and arms. From t...