There are two
common routes of trekking in Rinjani. From many writings I had found in the
internet, people departed from Senaru, climbing through tropical forest and
ended in vast sloping savanna in Sembalun Lawang two days later. They reached the
summit on the third day of trekking (most people took a - three day and two night - trekking).
As for our
trekking route, it was the other way around. We were set to reach the summit on
the second day of the trekking. Since we stayed overnight at Senaru, we had to
go first to the starting point at Sembalun Lawang. It took about an hour to reach
the point by car.
We started the second day with breakfast at Pondok Indah, the place we had stayed overnight.
We started the second day with breakfast at Pondok Indah, the place we had stayed overnight.
June 4, 2012
Pancake with sliced banana was a
common breakfast for tourists in Lombok. Instead of serving it with
syrup, they gave us white sugar with no butter. The fried noodle we
ordered came with scrumbled egg and vegetables. Those two were our first
breakfast in the island. We were waiting to be picked up by the people from
trekking organizer. They were scheduled to come at seven thirty after picking up
other trekkers from Senggigi.
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07:14 AM |
I was in the toilet when a
mini truck loaded with stuffs came to Pondok Indah at around seven. A
friendly guy came to me and introduced himself as the trekking guide. His
name was Syaiful. He came with three porters, a driver, and two foreign
tourists who had been picked up from Senggigi at five in the morning.
After checking out from Pondok
Indah, we jumped to the back of the mini truck that soon headed to Sembalun Lawang.
I remembered the last time riding a mini truck two years earlier. It was in
Lasem and I was excited watching the daily life along the road while
sitting in the back of the truck. As for the foreign tourists, they sat in the
front, next to the driver.
'Mister' Adi (that was how he
introduced himself), one of the porters, was busy tightening the rope that
bound all the heavy stuffs he was going to carry on his
shoulders along the trekking.
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07:56 AM |
Nearly all the porters and
guides were local people. Syaiful, wearing a dark blue shirt, said that to
become a trekking guide, someone had to be a porter first for at least
three trekkings so as to master the field. As we passed an old mosque, sacred
by local people there, Syaiful told us that there was a sect in Lombok known as
Islam Watu Telu. Instead of doing the five times prayer, they only do it three
times a day.
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08:23 AM |
Closer to Sembalun Lawang, we entered
a forest where we could hear the birds singing. For someone spending too much
time in a heavily polluted city like Jakarta, that moment was really something
for me.
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08:35 AM |
Out of the woods, we passed through
a village and stopped at the starting point of the trekking. All the porters
got off from the mini truck with all the logistic they were going to carry. The
rest of us stayed in the mini truck and headed to Rinjani Information Centre
where we had to show our ID card and got registered by writing our names,
addresses, and contact numbers in case of emergency. We got an entry card to
label our bags.
There, Gilang and I got acquainted with
the foreign tourist who would trek with us. They were Patrick and Karen, a
Canadian couple from Montreal.
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08:58 AM |
Going back to the starting point, we
got off from the mini truck and ready to trek in the mountain. Syaiful loaded
some stuffs like mineral waters and eggs to his huge backpack. We were about to
have an eight hour trekking to our first camping ground at Plawangan Sembalun.
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09:14 AM |
Soon we walked along a narrow path
bisecting a small rice field before finally wandering in a real vast savanna. I
could smell the grass all over the place. The air was very dry there. With such
humidity level, we could easily have our skin burnt.
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09:22 AM |
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09:30 AM |
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09:33 AM |
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09:45 AM |
After thirty minutes walking in a plane vast savanna, we had to climb a hill before entering the woods.
It was very dark in the woods; even
the sun couldn’t penetrate its light. We wandered there for about twenty
minutes before finally found a much vaster savanna. So much vaster that I
almost felt myself lost.
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09:51 AM |
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10:06 AM |
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10:28 AM |
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10:31 AM |
It was nearly twelve when we stopped at Post One for lunch break. The porters cooked for us. We had noodle soup with vegetables and eggs, served with rice. Normally, I never wanted to eat noodle with rice. But in such situation where I might have required lots of carbohydrate to generate calories, it was just fine.
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11:26 AM |
After having lunch and doing midday prayer, we continued the trekking. With the cloudy sky and the mist coming down, we were crossing another savanna. Syaiful said it was a normal thing to happen in the afternoon.
The path we walked through was not
always plain. Sometimes it was steep and rocky. There was no much time to take
pictures as the tour guide kept walking so as to reach the camping ground at Plawangan
Sembalun on time.
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01:09 PM |
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01:15 PM |
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01:39 PM |
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01:54 PM |
As we climbed higher, the mist got
thicker. This caused a problem for Karen who couldn’t stand the cold. Patrick
had to check her pulse several times. As for Gilang, he decided to walk last
because he couldn’t stop farting and didn’t want anyone to hear it.
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03:19 PM |
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03:56 PM |
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03:37 PM |
The path got steeper as we got
closer to Plawangan Sembalun. At this point, we passed by a group of trekkers
from Malaysia. They were climbing down to Desa Sembalun. Apparently, they
started the trekking from Senaru two days earlier.
From their guide, we obtained
information that the group couldn’t climb the peak in the previous night
because the wind had blown very hard there.
Few days after my returning to
Jakarta, I browsed around in Google about myths and legends the locals had in
Mount Rinjani. It was said that the porters and guide – who were all local people
– usually conducted some kind of ritual before taking the trekkers to the
summit at around two at night. They asked for a permission from a myth figure
called Dewi Anjani to climb to the summit.
The answer she replied was simply
indicated by the wind. Had it blown very hard, that would have meant no.
Sometimes the trekkers had to wait until the wind stopped blowing because that
would mean the ritual Dewi Anjani had in the summit was over.
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04:10 PM |
After a long and exhausting ascent,
we finally found a plane ground where we took the last break before reaching
the camping ground. For the very first time in my life, I was standing on the
ground higher than the clouds.
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04:39 PM |
To reach the camping ground, we had
to cross a – less than two meters width – path between two ravines in the both
sides.
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04:49 PM |
Entering the camping ground, I found
that nearly 90% of the trekkers were foreign tourists. Most of them were
whites. Well, at least that was what I saw on that day.
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05:26 PM |
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05:27 PM |
While waiting for our porter, 'Mister' Adi to set up one toilet tent and two regular ones for us, I rested my legs by sitting on the edge of the cliff, watching the sun set. I was still amazed by the clouds under there.
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05:33 PM |
People with camera were excited
capturing the sun set. Since I was not so fond of landscape photography, I just
took several shots of the mountain. I regret however that I didn't take much of
it.
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06:04 PM |
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05:41 PM |
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05:54 PM |
It was full moon and then lunar
eclipse that night. Standing on the altitude of 2639 meters above the sea
level, the moon seemed to be bigger than its regular size. We were lucky to
witness that phenomenon from such altitude.
After having fried rice with chicken
and egg as dinner, Syaiful advised us to sleep and have a good rest as we were
going to do the “summit attack” – the activity of climbing to the highest point
of the mountain – at two thirty in the following morning.
It was really weird that Gilang and
I couldn’t even close our eyes in spite of the exhaustion we got from the eight
hour ascent that day. I was trying to put myself to sleep by relaxing my legs
and back while wondering if I would be able to do the “summit attack” on the
following day. Well, that’s going to be another story. A story I am going to
tell you in the next post
- Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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