It’ s was a brand new journey, i left at 02.30 pm i saw the pigs raid unclearly from faraway, when i got so many people dropped their bikes waiting for the raid and there were some got stopped by pigs. You know, pigs always try to get easy money. Cos pigs were put to protect us but who protects us from pigs – KRS One. If you never get trouble with pigs, there are two probabilities, you dont live in indonesia, you get some benefits of the pigs existance (morgue vanguard on gutterspit). I got my self wondering the way to avoid them, i have no mirror in my bike. I tried to find out the shortcut from pintu padang, thought that the only way to accelerate my time. On the half way of shortcut, i met youngsters begged for whoever pass from their land. I gave Rp 3000 (better than pigs beggar). And the second shit thing happened to me, i got my tire leaked haha ! trust me there is always storm after storm haha!. Finally i pushed my moto till the nearest workshop. What a tough beginning.
I asked to the workshop kid “what time is now?” he said “almost 04.30 pm, thought I would be arriving at night there. Yeah my moto was ready, i was gonna ride it to the fullest, time was running out, yihaaa I’m coming sorik marapi!!!!.
I saw my speedometer..hmmmm my moto needed fuel. Dropped at gasoline station, when i was queueing, i smelled something burned behind me, a gasoline officer said to me “dude, i think something wrong with your tire” i took a look at my tire, oh god! There was a trouble, i saw the rubber of brake canvass was heating and burning. I should ride to the nearest workshop again and repair this. I got shit things for three times so far haha. I bought and changed two spareparts all at once, what a journey!. Sometimes you will get sooo manyyyy obstacle in your trip. At least i met a humble shopkepeer, and i hope everything’s gonna be alright then. I made up my mind to pray ashar first at 06.05 then waiting till maghrib time (i postponed a prayer i got shit things two times).
I saw a grandpa switching on the electricity inside masjid, he smiled at a stranger like me. His white hair showed me that everyone will be getting old how fittest you are. I thought i’m gonna do the same, i will spent my old time in masjid, praying to allah swt. Adzan suddenly sounded bearking my contemplation, There goes. I crossed my finger.
Yeayyy!! I officially arrived at sibanggor julu at 09.30 pm after asking for every men in every junctions, so i didnt get lost, A long and winding road again. I saw some old men in warong drinking coffee and tea, i better asked them something there. They suggested me to meet their village chief. The moon was shining softly and the clouds seemed so calm.
The sibanggor julu chief suggested me to stay at mr. Ateng’s home rather than sleeping at my tent. You i got to pay 50k for him and 100k for a guideman tomorrow. Yeah guys, this was a command, we should obey it to the max haha!. Mr. Ateng was my host, he was very a humble guy, i slept there not so tight cos i was so excited. One thing for sure, people here have been forbidden the girl to hike this mountain since long time ago. They said if the girl hike, sorik marapi will erupt, Believe it or not, does it make sense?
It was early morning at 04.00 pm, preparing for all the things that we needed, you guys know what you need when you wake up? yup you need the toilet, but you get no toilet here. so we gotta go to the small river to pup, pee and bath. I was suprised when i touched the water it was warm, i just knew that the river mixed with the sulphur.
Breaking the silence, we were waking up the bugs when passing through the grass
HE makes the darkness seem bright and WALKS with me into the wild “You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky, as we walk in Fields of Rubber”
Taking a rest while adzan sounded in the horizon, allohu akbar!!
We have passed from napanatayas, where every animals pass from here, including the king of the jungle, Sumatran Tigris. We had to be wary around here. This is rotan fruit, so bitter sour.
This is antunu, i even dunno antunu in bahasa, its leaf could make the plaited mat.
Yihaaa we barely reached to top, we were above the cloud
This ain’t sunny day. The last Sorik marapi erupted in 1986, 29 years ago. We wish it doesnt erupt more like sinabung.
“death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live” – Norman Cousins
Keep the blue crater lasting forever!!! I ultimately stomped and could shouted. Here is the real summit of the mount
we went down the cliff as wary as the special force, the 600 meters vertical cliff could murder us. It really blew my mind, i couldn’t stop amazing.
We were getting closer to the surface of crater, this was so damn incredible
The whole sorik marapi crater
This is one of the sulphur source in the cliff, it produces tons of sulphur and tons of smelly fog
here’s the sorik marapi crater
The more crater ignored me the closer i got her haha! Part of mud was getting dry. Making broken soil upperground, she looks gorgeous, she got the look man!
That hole is the main source of the hot springs. The water is seething up to 100 celcius degree (i guess)
Big rocks, deep cliff, hot sulphur
I thought the rainfall made this puddle, water already mixed with soil surface of sulphur. I tasted it a bit sour, i think we can use this in survival, at least in emergency
I could say that hole is a huge stove to cook the sulphur well done.
We easily got the sulphur one in a while, sometimes we gotta punched it till spilt from the stone. Those sulphur are 100 percent ripe, so smelly if you dont get used to
A half hour to the edge of crater and 8 till 12 kilos of sulphur on your back
The invisible bridge above the driest mud, could u see that with your sixth sense?
Local people call arimonting, it grows only in the summit. This fruit spreads about 15 centimeters upperground, sweet sour on my tongue.
it’s not the mountain we conquer but ourselves – sir edmund hillary
looking for the water spring in the cold, frosty, cloudy afternoon sorik marapi
look those grasses!!! Those all are arimonting, let’s harvest till drop!, always watch your feet
That’s the water spring, we could see the sulphur lake on the right side and the water lake on the left side. You know the water is not as fresh as you think, we could still taste sour
We assumed this is bear’s or deer’s crap. Which one do you think?
cos we’re not fucking taylor shits or one erections
and i still haven’t found what i’m looking for
i will turn around that way, hope i get the private ticket to there
season in the (no) sun, i have endless fun
when the drizzle comes, i step slow down enjoying the tears of cloud
the sky was weeping when we got back, do you think this is the sad end?
Note : Mandailing natal or so called madina is the southest region of north sumatra. The regency borders on Rao which is part of west sumatra region. If we diffrentiate among all of bataknese tribes, mandailing bataknese has the softest dialect (as you know we got the loudest voice in indonesia, so people judges us as HULK haha). Some even thought mandailing is not bataknese but part of minangnese’s descentdant. Their ancestor probably acculturated with bataknese (but hey!!! This is debatable i dont wanna involve more, i’m smartass).