atmosphere of adventure

The sky is bright blue. The sun and sky agree on a cloudless day. The wind is not rough. Just a roll of coconut leaves that rocked slowly in the direction of the wind.

While the seven pigeons passer montanus burst in unison. Flocks of birds are moving swiftly, dancing, and chirping bersahutan on the ridge. Soon there was another one whose beak was linking with weeds, He was flying, disappearing between palm fronds and basking at the nest.

"Are we up this, Ta?" Emma asked Zweta as she watched their backpacks begin to be laid out and tied on the hood of Hardtop. Her face was giddy.

"Of course, Em. We ride this "

"How many people once transport? lots of backpacks, "

"Twenty for a small hardtop. A rather large one can be twenty-five, "

"Twenty-five ?? !!" Emma stared incredulously

"Yes. twenty-five. Just try to calculate the number of backpacks bound ", Zweta smiled naughty. And Emma really counts it.

"How is it possible, Ta ?? !! crazy !! "He was amazed to believe it.

While Emma increasingly surprised when watching the vehicle climber who had just departed. The vehicle darted with twenty climbers shouting joyfully. They stood in the back tub that had been modified and given a hollow iron as a safety.

"How is it possible," Emma said incredulously.

"The car maker must be shocked to see it,"

The mountaineers set out like troops leaving for war. Shouting, bursting with emotion, there was a surge out of his face.

This is a small town called Tumpang. In June to October, the city is never deserted from mountain climbers, especially in August. City which is one of the important locations in the days of Singhasari kingdom is indeed a gate climb to the highest point on the island of Java, Puncak Mahameru. They, the climbers who are from many places, usually rest in this city after a long journey, unwind, while filling supplies that are sold in a row of groceries market Tumpang.

While not many people know, to the north of the market there are Jajaghu Tumpang or often called the temple Jago by the surrounding community. The temple is an archaeological site from the days of the Kingdom of Singhasari which supposedly is the tomb of King Anusapati, the 2nd King in the Era Singhasari.

This afternoon at the Overlapping market, over ninety climbers gathered to wait their turn. They sit back and forth on the ground, in the quarters of the stalls, in front of the store, also on the wooden benches where the parking attendants usually hung. As they sit around waiting for their turn, they endlessly joking, laughing, even throwing blasphemies at each other. Instead at the far end of the street, an eccentric climber rings the old transistor radio while lying down on the sidewalk.