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Today is the last day of end of school year holiday, I finally return to my dorm and able to write this last post of my hiking to Mount Cikurai.
We got down from the mountain on June 30th. All this time, I always said that descending is easier than climbing…it’s a different case to Mount Cikurai. Descending was more tiresome and more painful than climbing.
Before I start my last post, do check the previous posts: Mount Cikurai – Day 1 where I wrote about how to get to the top of the mountain and Mount Cikurai – Day 2, on the Top of Mount Cikurai where I mostly shared pictures of sunrise on the top of Mount Cikurai.
There are so many things to write about getting down from Mount Cikurai till we reached home, that’s why I decided to have the third post.
Once we felt enough with the beauty on the top of the mountain, we started going down back to our camping ground. As I have said in my first post, the tents were not in an open ground. I took my time to take some pictures of our tents, they were all cramped between trees.
The next thing to do was preparing to leave the camping ground. Some people prepared breakfast for all 38 hikers in our group while those who were not helping with breakfast began packing their carrier and got their things ready. Everyone was using sunlight to dry some of their stuff. My shoes were all wet but I needed to use it again. I tried drying it up but there wasn’t enough heat from the sun. Everyone with wet shoes had to wrapped their feet in plastic bags before using the shoes so that the feet will stay dry.
When the food was ready, we realized that it was going to be difficult to have 38 people taking turn to take the meal, it would take time. We improvised a little, we gathered all the food on a clean plastic bag and let everyone ate from the same place. In Indonesia, we sometimes do something like this, it makes people closer to each other. Since there wasn’t enough space for all 38 people to cramped down and eat the food, those who had plates or tools to eat took some food and move to the back and let the other ate.
It was so fun to eat like this. I always enjoy such moment. It really showed togetherness and warmth. The food was incredibly mixed up. I have never seen anyone eating fried noodle with french fries till that day 😉
We waited for the crew to finish taking down and packing the tents. If I am not mistaken, there were seven tents in total. We chatted around while waiting. Trying to get to know more people, talking about our next trip plan. I got great info for my next trip.
Our little happy group gathered again and we descended together. AT FIRST, we enjoyed walking down as it didn’t feel as hard as going up. We arrived at Post 6 really fast and still ion high spirit. Our little group of eight people had a new member and became nine. One of the slowest person in our hiking group finally ended up with us. The boys were busy helping her because she was having trouble climbing down. We, the girls, kept our pace till Linda told us that her stomach was sick. We forced her to let her carrier be carried by other. Izah carried Linda’s carrier bag and Yono/Erik carried Izah’s bag. We also tried to find hot water from another hiker. We all assumed that she got trapped wind. We slowly became the last group from our group of 38 hikers.
In my day 1 post, I said that the trek was often in vertical, we could climb up by lifting our body…but when we descended, I realized that the trek we had taken the previous day was crazy! There was so much vertical trek that we (not just me) often said “Did we really went through this trek?” It was more like rock climbing…well ROOT climbing. There were moments when we really had to hold on to roots while our feet tried to find ways without seeing it. Trees became our best friends as we kept on hugging one tree after another.
I didn’t have time to take a lot of pictures because I was more concern on which roots or area I should step on so that I didn’t slip down. Everyone in our little happy group had at least once fell down as we stepped on the slippery area. At first, we didn’t have so much rest but the more we going down the more rest we needed because our legs had begun to shake. Every jump down the trek made the legs and the feet hurt more.
At one point, I decided to take off my shoes and changed into mountain sandals because my toes were all hurt. Every time I walked down the root stair, my toes pressed on the shoes. The pain was finally unbearable. It was a relieve to have it changed to sandals. The problem was my sandals didn’t have good sole grip, it was damn slippery. I put more pressure to kept me from slipping down. I needed more time than before.
Just before the tea garden, there was a long slope down made of slippery soil stairs. To avoid slipping down, we held each others hand. The one on the back, of course, had the most work trying to balance all of us. It was a very funny view, I wish someone had taken pictures of us holding hand while stepping down the mountain.
I think we started descending somewhere around 10 am and we finally reached the transmitter post at 3.30 pm. We had a little snack and then to the jeep to the bus station.
Waiting for the bus was the most boring part of this trip. The people in charge of this trip didn’t realize that most of the bus to Jakarta stopped operating at 7 pm. There was only 1 bus ready to take people to Jakarta and there were many people there. We stayed there till around 11 pm. It was such a boring time. They finally hired one bus so that we could go home. We reached Jakarta around 4 am. It was crazy because most of the hikers were supposed to go to work. My roommate and I were lucky because we didn’t have to work the next morning.
My roommate was already at her limit, she couldn’t even see a stair without winching. She felt like an old grandma. She couldn’t lift her carrier bag anymore and had to ask someone to bring it to the third floor (our room is on the third floor). She said she didn’t want to hike an extreme mountain again, she still wants to try the easy ones 😉
I am still keeping in touch with everyone in the happy group and the rest of the hikers. It was another unforgettable hiking. Three days after the trip, even though the pain in my muscle hadn’t fully recovered, I had already missed the mountain. If the rest of my holiday is not Ramadan where I have to do fasting, I would have gone to another mountain 🙂
I am now waiting for August to come because the next trip is already waiting for me, this time it’s going to be cultural trip but still with stunning view. I am going to Dieng Culture Festival