HORROR OF MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS
THE RESULT OF THROWING AWAY ARBITRARY PADS
There is nothing wrong as long as we go up, until the top also ngecamp. New problems arise before we go down, in the Ayu haids salting. After installing the pads, we go straight down. Pamit briefly with climber Wonosobo who yesterday had a chat at the top. They suggested jamming last night again because it was starting late afternoon. But because tomorrow we both work, the last night's ramp again is definitely impossible.
In the forest again. Come on first, I'm behind him so I can watch. We walk slowly. Linggarjati Line is rather dangerous to run. Ayu asked for a break. Probably the haids influence. Oddity began to be felt when we passed the post Sanggabuana, we did not meet a single climber who climbed. Though the crowds of climbers is what makes me dare to go down despite the kesorean.
At 5 pm we arrive at Batu Lingga post. There's a little field for us to rest. Here we cook noodles and brew coffee.
"Where in, it's late afternoon. What else is it?" Ayu said. He cape and worries.
"So Yu, all cape." I said.
After the house I found out, fatal mistakes were made here and in Sanggabuana. Ayu story, when in Sanggabuana, he had to really stop because of the love of the climbers who want to ride. He took a nagging look, "When no one goes up again, it's good to go down, no bother"
Whether by chance or not, it is true that we never cross paths with other climbers again.
The second, and most fatal, error. In Batu Lingga Ayu throw his former pads into the thickets of the bush. From here to the bottom is terror.
At the turn of the forest, I was shocked to see Ayu stop and her body facing me. His voice trembled, he said, "In, you go first huh. Gw handle keril you ya". I'm nodding. So now I go first, while Ayu holds my carrier in the back. The streets are completely dark. Illumination is only from headlamp light.
From the corner of my eye I saw a black shadow standing on the tree, but when I looked there was no one. Then there was a clear whisper, which I thought was a climber, in fact the path in front was empty and dark nobody. Here I pray in my heart for protection.
Suddenly Ayu cried, she fell down, her head hidden on her knees. In his sobbing he repeatedly mentioned the pocong... Pocong .. Pockmarks. Hearing that my hair stood up completely. I looked in all directions in panic. That figure doesn't exist. I persuaded Ayu to walk again, reminding him to pray.
Ayu finally wanted to walk again after I closed her eyes with a buff. In this way, Ayu was no longer hysterical, but our path became unusually slow. Along the way I still continue to see the black prowess. Sometimes the bushes sway by themselves. The sounds in Sundanese language that I do not understand means sounding either in the ear or the sound of climbers who are carried by the wind.
My body trembled when there was a shadow at the end of the path, he squatted under the tree. This time the shadow did not disappear. I wastighfar getting louder, Ayu held my hand tightly. Getting closer, we will be forced to pass it because the figure is right on the edge of the lane. Nyaliku. I was quiet in place. Shaking and dryness.
This time Ayu hugged me. Even if he saw nothing, he felt something strange. Long I stood hoping the figure was gone, so we could pass. But he stays there. Suddenly my back was patted. A climber is descending. Thank God we are safe, I am glad.
He waved his hand to take me on the road. I'm moving right away. That figure is gone. I followed this climber until he suddenly disappeared in the dark. A slow voice sounded, "Street just bang, don't look left".
