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We
sat down in little circle, between our tents, and took one of our raincoats as
our carpet. Warmed in wool jacket, I looked at the faces in the circle. They
looked so tired yet so happy and cheerful. I could see in those eyes that they
still had strong enthusiasm of this tiring trip. I sipped my black coffee, with
light taste of sweet, flowed run into my throat. A cup of hot black coffee, so
dark and so perfect with its steam flew up, up and up, blended into curtain of
mist which came passed our camping ground. We sat down in little circle, here
on the plain of Seven Peak Mountain’s throne.
Jokes
and random topics in our chat, definitely, warmed us up in weather which was
getting chillier every second. The wind circling around us, blew stronger every
second, eavesdropped every rumors that we talked about.
“Does
anyone want some instant noodle?” the commander shouted and directly replied by
everyone who heard it, with “Me, me, me.”
Well,
I think instant soup noodle was the perfect snack in this chilly and windy
weather.
Back
to the early afternoon, we had walked, trekked and hiked the mountain and set
the camps in plain. It called Pondok Saladah which was surrounded with weeds,
trees and edelweiss bushes. Here we were, in Papandayan Mountain.
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