Road to Soul Writing

Sembalun, East Lombok I climb a mountain not to show you off how strong I am but to see how beautiful the world is, to witness the beauty core of mother earth under the father sun, to taste its exclusive flavor after my hours struggle then realize that after hard working there’s always worth exchange. My trip to Pergasingan started in very early morning. What a challenge for a not morning person! I woke up and looked upon the dark in my tent. I could hear Lele were trying to wake up the others. I was reluctant to go because my tent mate was sick. Clare woke up to. “You should go, I’ll be fine”. I thought she was sleeping. She even offered me to wear her new Adidas shoes. I wrapped myself in the thick jacket and put my gloves on. Lele and the others were already waiting for me when I was out from my tent. They looked fresh although they didn’t get enough sleep. We rode motorbike to Lembah Rinjani Cottage to meet up with the other friends, ...

Pringgabaya, East Lombok.   The diversity of bio organism attracts me to dig more the great things that I could see around me. A friend of mine recommended me to see mangrove conservation that’s mostly visited by ornithologist and students from science department. Then on July, EduLand members and I rode motorbike under bright blue sky, headed to the east until I found the edge of my island. It took me three hours to reach the jetty from Mataram. I am a slow rider. As we got the jetty, Pak Jefri was already there, he curved warm smile to welcome us. We shoke his hand. “Are you ready for the adventure?” she asked eagerly. “I can’t wait any longer”. From the jetty I could see there were about six small islands lie ahead. Pak Jefri pointed his fore finger while explaining each name of the tiny. “Gili Kondo, Gili Bidara, Gili Pedagan or GIli Lampu, Gili Sulat and Gili Lawang”. We walked to the boat, and Pak Jefri introduced us to his boat boy.  He is about 12 years old. Af...