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One Stormy Day in Handeuleum

Seperti sore yang biasa, sungai Cikabeumbeum mengalir dengan tenang di sebuah tempat di bagian terbarat pulau Jawa. Saya dan sepuluh kawan perjalanan dilepas di laut lepas dari perahu induk dalam dua buah perahu kecil tradisional. Kami mulai mengayuh dengan bersemangat dan ceria, menuju  sungai di wilayah kepulauan Handeuleum Ujung Kulon itu. Ini adalah hari pertama perjalanan di wilayah Ujung Kulon dan untuk beberapa dari kami, ini adalah pengalaman pertama melakukan river canoing. Sungguh kami terpesona saat mulai memasuki wilayah sungai yang membelah kawasan hutan mangrove ini. Melihat aliran sungai yang tenang serta hutan yang sunyi dan alami.

Saya teringat perjalanan ke tengah hutan Baduy dahulu dimana keheningan adalah bagian terbaiknya. Di sini pun begitu. Beberapa kali kami memutuskan untuk terdiam saja menikmati sepi. Yang terdengar hanya suara dayung yang perlahan menyibak air dan suara-suara binatang hutan di kejauhan. Konon disini terdapat berbagai jenis burung seperti sruiti, kangkareng, raja udang, juga rangkong. Bergantian berbagai jenis suara binatang hutan terdengar. Tentunya orang macam saya tidak tahu burung mana yang berbunyi seperti apa. Suara binatang malam yang saya ketahui paling banter hanyalah suara kodok. Dan kamipun terus mengayuh dan melamun. Menikmati hening dan suara alam. Sungguh kawan, ini perasaan yang tidak ternilai.

Amazed..

Tak satupun dari kami mengira bahwa ketenangan ini kemudian akan berganti menjadi petualangan yang memicu adrenalin. Saat gerimis turun kami tenang-tenang saja. Sedikit berhujan di sungai di tengah hutan tentunya adalah pengalaman yang menarik, begitu pikir kami. Tapi menjelang perahu kembali mencapai muara dan menghadap ke laut lepas, hujan turun dengan  derasnya. Dan semakin deras. Dan semakin deras. Angin mulai bertiup kencang dan petir mulai menyambar-nyambar. Saat akhirnya kami mencapai muara, perahu induk tidak terlihat. Sementara ombak mulai agak membesar. Belakangan kami mengetahui bahwa perahu induk sempat berusaha mencari kami namun mengalami kesulitan. Kabut menghalangi pandangan mereka dan kami mungkin masih di sungai di tengah hutan. Karena di tengah laut badai mulai datang mereka memutuskan untuk mengantar penumpang yang di atas kapal kembali ke dermaga pulau Handeleum. Selamatkan yang pasti masih bisa selamat dulu. Kurang lebih begitulah logikanya. Dan kami pun terombang ambing di atas perahu kecil sementara di ujung beberapa kali terlihat kilat yang begitu besar seolah membelah langit. Setiap kali petir menyambar kami menunduk. Entah itu sebenarnya akan berguna atau tidak. Sementara hujan terus turun dengan derasnya dan angin mulai mengencang. Beberapa dari kami tampak mulai berdoa. Dan kami mulai agak menggigil kedinginan. Beruntung bagi kami, walaupun angin dan hujan deras, ombak belumlah terlalu ganas. Walaupun terombang ambing, perahu kecil kami masih bisa menahannya.

When the sea was dark and foggy

Sebelum kami mencapai ambang keputusasaan, perahu induk mulai tampak sebagai titik di kejauhan. Namun ia tidak bergerak ke arah kami. Belakangan kami tahu bahwa pandangan mereka masih terhalang kabut yang cukup tebal. Disamping bahwa perahu kami memang begitu kecil. Jadi kamilah yang harus terus mendayung menujunya.  Mendayung sungguh membantu mengatasi rasa dingin. Karena hanya ada tiga dayung di masing-masing perahu, kami mengayuh bergantian. Terus mengayuh di antara dingin dan berharap ombak tidak menghempas kami sebelum mencapai perahu induk. Diantara doa dan dingin kami memutuskan melakukan hal yang begitu memompa semangat: Menyanyi gila-gilaan. Jadi itulah yang kami lakukan, mendayung dan berteriak-teriak kesetanan menentang hujan. Beberapa lagu begitu membuat semangat kami berlipat dan  beberapa lagu yang lain membuat kami tertawa-tawa geli. Misalnya, entah dari mana tiba-tiba muncullah lagu lawas Farid Hardja. Saya teringat adegan di film Forrest Gump saat Letnan Dan yang kakinya buntung naik ke atas tiang kapal dan berteriak-teriak memaki-maki Tuhan di tengah petir dan badai. Ah, letnan malang yang gila. Seperti juga letnan baik hati yang eksentrik itu, di dalam hati kamipun tahu bahwa kami akan selamat. We will live longer and die bigger than this. Kami terus mengayuh dan bernyanyi.

They were wet and they survived

Setelah hampir sejam terlunta-lunta, kami berhasil mencapai perahu induk. Sungguh perasaan menjadi sangat lega. Kawan-kawan yang tidak turun di handeleum dan memutuskan ikut dalam perahu induk untuk mencari kami bertepuk tangan dan berteriak-teriak kegirangan. Kami pun naik ke perahu induk, dan ikut menandak-nandak kegirangan. Semua basah kuyup dan semua bahagia. Sesampainya di lodge di pulau Handeleum kami disuguhi teh manis hangat. Sungguh nikmat sekali. Malam yang indah, kami minum teh hangat dan mulai membual tentang betapa serunya petualangan tadi. Sementara di luar hujan masih terus mengguyur dengan deras.

Juni 2010, Twosocks

To my boatmates, Vina, Paul, Daniel, Santi, Dyah, Dewi, and all my Ujungkulon travelmates. We survived the storm guys!three days in a row!!

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Turning 30 at Camp Nou

Dear Twosocks,

There is definitely a strange emotional bond between men in my life and soccer. My dad loved soccer so much that he kicked me out of the room for shouting at the screen during matches, effectively ending my brief fling with the sport when I was 14. My guy friends are capable of showing up hours late for our hang out dates, being too engrossed on Winning Eleven. The Human GPS, probably one of the chill-est guys on earth, actually cried when he saw the Champion Cup replicas at the Santiago Bernabeu soccer stadium in Madrid. And you, Twosocks, are even capable of canceling skype appointments when we are thousands of miles apart and haven’t talked for ages. Come to think of it, you’re probably the worst!

So I suppose life tried to make up for all the soccer-induced pains I had to go through, because suddenly I was the one standing in front of the ultimate contemporary pilgrimage for soccer fans: FC Barcelona’s Camp Nou.

FC Barcelona: More than Just a Club!

I never imagined that I would actually be awestruck by a soccer stadium, but I actually was. After passing through the unimpressive replica of the soccer team’s changing room (with a Jacuzzi and rows of massage beds!), we suddenly found ourselves staring at the 98,987 maroon and blue seats circling in rows after rows circling the wide open grassy field. It’s the biggest stadium I’ve been to my whole life and just imagining the screams of spectators during a match made me shiver with excitement!

The size, or the pretty emblem of FC Barca on the field, is not what made the stadium and the club ‘Mes que un club’, the Catalan for its slogan ‘more than just a club’. Sure, it is the largest stadium in Europe and the most popular one in the world (second only to Old Trafford, according to this source) since it was built in 1957. But as The Mean Girl eloquently puts it, the club and the stadium embrace the spirit of the Catalans, the people in the autonomous Catalunya region of Spain: rebellious, independent, and relentless. In the span of very few past years, FC Barca has given Real Madrid, the current reigning team in Spain, a run for its title as the richest and most successful club in Spain. It is the first team ever in the world to complete the sextuple, winning six out of six championships in a single year (most notably the 2009 Champions League).

Fancy emblem on the grass!

Most of FC Barca’s success has been attributed to one man: Lionel Messi. The young Argentinian has been the top scorer for the Champions League for two years in a row and dubbed as the next Diego Maradona, a comparison that some of friends were so angry about because Leo Messi’s personality is nowhere near Maradona’s arrogant antics. But what am I doing, telling you all about Messi, Twosocks? You love him so much you spell my name the way his is spelled! I myself like the guy enough to name my sofa after him (Lionel) and ogle over his signed shoes and uniform. The stadium clearly loved him too, the audio visual room played his top scoring moment in multiple TV screens with roaring sound over and over again!

The tour inside Camp Nou (a trivia: this is the correct way to pronounce the name, not Nou Camp) brought us to the team and coach seats, the top commentators box, the audio visual gallery playing the highlights of the team’s greatest moments, gallery of the team’s photos of past and current players, and finally: to the trophy room. After visiting the grand trophy gallery of Santiago Bernabeu, I was quite disappointed to see the one room where the trophies were displayed. Sure, the rows of Champion League Cups were awesome, but FC Barca has been so great lately that their achievements deserve better highlight!

A part of FC Barca's official press room

The point why I am sharing this experience with you, Twosocks, is to share that I finally kind of understood the adrenaline rush that comes with soccer. I am even kind of excited for the World Cup to begin, just to have the chance to go to the pubs here and see the Dutch and the rest of the world go mad. So I kind of also understood your passion for soccer and finally can forgive you for shouting at my ears over Zidane’s infamous head-butt four years ago and woke me up from a deep sleep. Ah, who am I kidding? I initially wanted to make you so jealous you’d scream at the top of your lungs, but then I found that you were somehow there too in Camp Nou, photobombing all my pictures!

Leo Messi, enough said.

Dear Twosocks, today you are turning thirty. Some say this is an age to dread about, some say this is when life officially starts; I say that this is the age when you can finally rock that balding head proudly. The bottom line is: thirty is a special age and I think you have proven it to be so. See, you may be spending the day at the office, looking out the window to the traffic of Jakarta while listening to that mellow song about sunshine and imagining the mountain climbing escapade you can only have in two weeks time. But at the same time, there you are, popping in to the nooks and crannies of the famous Camp Nou in Barcelona! If you could be at two places at the same time like you did today, more exciting adventures (even the Jack Bauer kind) will certainly be waiting for you this year.

The Champions League Trophies

Happy birthday.

Den Haag, 25 May 2010

Your Gypsytoes

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A Very Dutch Day at Keukenhof

Since I last shared my Prague adventures, I have celebrated my birthday in Berlin, made countless soccer freaks jealous for visiting Santiago Bernabeu in Madrid and Nou Camp in Barcelona, did yoga before the Mediterranean sea in Sicily, and feasted on ruins and pasta in Rome. However, as I finally returned to Den Haag, I realized that I have yet to properly experience Holland despite having been here for seven months. So, to make up for my lack of Dutch experience, I went to the Keukenhof today.

Welcome to Keukenhof

The Keukenhof is where you should go to see the pride and joy of the Dutch: the tulips. Located in Lisse, a small town about an hour away from Den Haag, it is a hunting ground-turned-flower garden that has been an icon of Holland since its opening in 1949.  Stretching over 32 hectares, it is the world’s largest flower bulb garden and also the most photographed place in the world. It is also home to 7 million flower bulbs, all planted by hand, 4.5 million of them are tulips in 100 varieties. Impressive stats, no? That, and the fact that is open to visitors only from late March to mid May every year, was why I thought I would finally have a taste of the quintessential Dutch experience in Keukenhof.

... where flowers are aplenty ....

And boy, we really had an authentic taste of Holland today.

Nature, it seemed, sensed my wish and granted us with the typical Dutch weather or what I call the CRC: cloud, rain, and cold. 8 degrees in a May day in Holland is as normal as having the sun set in every day. But, we adapted well and whipped out our umbrellas, Mary Poppins style.

Even the light shower and cloudy skies could not dampen the sensation of being around millions of flowers. In any weather, your eyes would feast on a banquet of colours and shapes. Yellow, orange, and red tulips grew next to each other, creating illusions of fire and heat that are tamed only by the canopy of a white cherry blossom tree. Hundreds of planted flowers were tweaked into a silhouette of St. Petersburg’s Church of the Savior on Blood. Keukenhof is a testament to the Dutch’s sense of aesthetics and a reminder why they are leading the global tulip market.

Valentine Tulips

But the rain actually brought the experience up a notch. The fresh smell of rain-kissed soil entangled with sweet floral scent floating about and raindrops on the velvety petals of the deep purple tulips reminded me of one of my bedtime stories, in which a fairy collects the dewdrops of the prettiest flowers and makes a fragrance for the fairy queen out of it.

Flowers are the main course, but they are not the only thing Keukenhof has to offer. I suppose it understands that many of the visitors came in search of a remarkable Dutch encounter, so it is no surprise that you can find a windmill in one of its corners. Today, however, we had a special treat. Hundreds of families came dressed in the Dutch traditional costume and klompen, the wooden clogs, from the villages of Volendam, Katwijk and Spakenburg. Not only were they happy to pose for the visitors (for free!), they also performed the Dutch square dance in front of the windmill!

... and the Dutch are making merry.

There was only one thing left for us to do to wrap up our essential Dutch day. We must, at long last, tackle The Herring.

Meet the herring ...

The Herring, whose proper name is Hollandse Nieuwe (Dutch New), is a typical Dutch fast food and a seasonal delicacy. It is basically raw herring caught in between mid spring and early summer, often eaten with pickles and raw onions. The proper way to eat this raw fish is to catch it by its tail and slowly let it slide into your throat, so understandably, this is not the most popular dish with us foreigners. Thank goodness the seller diced the fish for us!

The verdict? The Salsera thought it was too fishy and slimy. The Belerissimo, who does not discriminate against any type of food, said it actually tasted nice and ate most of our herring. I am used to sashimi and therefore did not find it too bad, but I would rather not eat it again and would never swallow it whole the proper way.

... and its carcass.

After seven months of neglecting my host country, I am glad to finally say that all my senses have been treated to a Dutch experience. The eyes were overjoyed with the tulips, the skin felt how soft the petals were, the nose were blessed with the rainy spring day fragrance, the ears danced to traditional Dutch music tunes, and the tongue welcomed the slimy-salty sensation of the herring. Quintessential Dutch indeed.

Den Haag, 9 May 2010

Gypsytoes

P.S: more abroad travel adventures will make its arrival once life and school ease up!

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A Night When I Was a Pretty Cool Driver

Untuk urusan berjalan kaki, bisa dibilang saya cukup bisa diandalkan. Menembus hutan menuju kampung Cibeo, atau bahkan menyusuri jalanan tandus yang sepi ke desa para keturunan Nabataeans. Untuk orang yang mulai memasuki tiga puluh, saya lumayan juga. Tapi tidak untuk mengemudi jarak jauh. Untuk yang satu ini, saya sungguh payah.

Dalam setiap road trip, saya selalu adalah pilihan terakhir dalam giliran mengemudi. Saya tidak tahan berlama-lama menyetir. Tidak lebih dari dua jam biasanya sudah minta diganti. Dibandingkan Ginting tentu saya kalah jauh. Anak ini raja jalanan. Selama ia bisa membual, maka ia akan tancap terus. Itu artinya, ia bisa tahan menyetir semalaman. Sayapun mengemudi dengan sangat hati-hati, atau kasarnya, lamban. Bandingkan dengan Ginting yang mengemudi seperti kesetanan.  Jika ia kentut saat kami masih di tol Bekasi, maka saat bau kentutnya belum hilang dari mobil, tiba-tiba kami sudah keluar tol Pasteur di Bandung.

Tapi malam itu, dengan berat hati, dunia tidak punya pilihan lain.

Arip harus melakukan suatu urusan pribadi di Garut dan berangkat dari Jakarta tengah malam itu juga. Ginting dan semua kawan lain sedang di luar jangkauan. Sementara Arip, dasar bocah setan, sedang tergeletak teler di kursi depan. Jangan tanyakan apa yang terjadi padanya, seperti pernah saya katakan sebelumnya, hal-hal ganjil selalu terjadi pada kawan saya ini. Jadi pada tengah malam itu, walaupun setengah mengantuk, tampaknya saya tak punya pilihan lain.

I put some old  jazz on and drove south!

Jazz and a sleepy road

Beberapa kali saya berhenti dan menelan segala macam doping. Minuman energi, kopi, dan siraman di wajah. Bagi kalian para raja jalanan, perjalanan Jakarta-Garut mungkin hal remeh. Tapi ayolah, sudah saya katakan, untuk urusan ini saya sungguh payah. Dan arip masih terus tergeletak tak sadar. Ia bahkan tidak bisa sadar sebentar di pompa bensin hanya untuk memberi tahu mobilnya menggunakan premium atau pertamax. Anak setan. Untuk menghindari subsidi bahan bakar yang salah sasaran, saya isi pertamax saja. Kalau nanti dia marah-marah saya akan suruh dia mampus. Tapi satu hal yang menyenangkan dari situasi ini adalah saya bisa mendikte musik tanpa ada yang mengganggu. Tak seorangpun protes saat saya mendengar siaran radio tengah malam yang memperdengarkan lagu-lagu lama macam Singin in the Rain atau tentunya, favorit saya sepanjang masa, Fly me to the moon.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars..

Saat matahari terbit akhirnya kami sampai di desa Cisurupan di kaki gunung Papandayan. Di sana Arip akhirnya tersadar. Membuka mata dengan bingung dan kaget menemukan dirinya sudah ada di Garut. Ia mulai mengacak-ngacak kepala saya dan bilang bahwa saya keren juga untuk bisa sampai Garut dalam 5 jam. Tak lupa ia berterima kasih untuk mengantarnya ke sana. Ternyata biarpun dalam versi terburuk, si Arip masih keturunan manusia juga.  Setelah itu ia mulai mengacak-ngacak kepala saya lagi.

Good Morning!

Masih ada waktu sebelum Arip musti mulai membereskan urusan-urusannya. Jadi sementara ia beristirahat di warung-warung sekitar sana, saya berjalan kaki naik menuju kawah gunung Papandayan. Gunung yang terakhir meletus tahun 2002 ini memiliki beberapa bagian terbaiknya. Areal kawah yang masih aktif, danau warna, serta  pemandangan pohon-pohon yang mengering karena lahar panas. Suatu hari, saat saya memiliki waktu lebih banyak, saya akan naik lebih ke atas ke daerah padang rumputnya yang memiliki hamparan pohon edelweis. Kemping di sana dan memandangi matahari terbit tentu akan hebat sekali. Gunung ini tidaklah sulit, jadi seharusnya orang macam Arip pun bisa naik dan kemping. Untuk kali ini, saya cukup naik sampai sekitar kawahnya saja. Memandangi kawah dan daerah garut di kejauhan saat matahari mulai naik sudah cukup untuk membuat semua kegilaan malam sebelumnya jadi masuk akal. Saya betah untuk berlama-lama melamun di sana melihat ke timur.

Setelah semua urusan Arip selesai dan ia sudah kembali segar, kamipun kembali ke Jakarta. Arip di belakang kemudi sementara saya tergeletak tidur di jok belakang di sepanjang perjalanan. Hidup normal kembali.

Twosocks, April 2010