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I
heard Sundanese music being played, not far from where I was sitting, from the
sounds of Sundanese’s traditional flute to the beat of Jaipong’s melody. The
wind softly blew and touched my skins, brought another kind of peace in my
soul. My eyes, which were familiar with the horizon turned into red on the roof
tops and skyscrapers, never had enough to watch all the rice fields, tea
plants, the border of rain forest and a small river passing this small
village.
Laying
down on patio, enjoying my early lunch with my new fellow travel buddies. Sharing
stories and laughing like an old friends without any judgment. The conversation
just flew to where it’s flown away.
I
need this kind of break, from the hectic office hour with its tiring politic
which make smile loses its meaning. Now I smile and somehow I knew the smile
was truly a smile.
We
were twelve (from friend asking friend), finally put our footsteps in Halimun
Mountain National Park – Malasari Village (Halimun). Umro, Setyawan, Erin,
Chiss, Tika, Octa, Adi, Dian, Nat, Eka, Inda and I. This is my story about us
in Halimun.
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