A Journey to Rinjani: Day FiveMonday, August 06, 2012
For me, the last day of traveling often means going to gift shops to buy souvenirs or tasting local foods. Since there were only few hours remained for us to stay in Lombok, we could only spend the last day on the beach.
Walking to the beach in the morning, we stopped by at a food stall to have a short breakfast. Finally, I found another kind of breakfast beside pancake. It was Nasi Kuning, yellow rice, naturally colored with turmeric leaves while it was cooked. If it was served with mince and fried egg in Jakarta or Bandung, there it was with fried grated coconut. The taste was great. I was glad I got my appetite back after losing it in the mountain on the other day.
The beach was gorgeous, especially with not much tourists around at that time. The place we came happened to be some sort of traditional port of local fishermen. What I found that morning was a group of people running toward every boat that came from the sea. They pulled the boat to the shore. Each of them was rewarded with a fish for every favor they did to a fisherman.
We took the different route to return to the guest house and that was way farther than the first one we had taken to the beach that morning. As a result, we had to ride the local transportation. I didn’t know what it was called in Lombok, but it reminded me so much of the one I rode in Pangalengan, a small mountainous town in West Java.
Within minutes, we checked out from the guest house, quick shopped for souvenirs and then got on board to the shuttle bus that would take us to the airport at Praya. On the way to the airport, I took several shots of Mataram from the bus.
After having a very quick lunch of fried rice at the airport, we got on board, ready to leave Lombok for Jakarta. As a farewell, a grasshopper perched on the window, as if it had wanted to say goodbye. At 12:42, the plane took off and within few seconds after that, I looked through the window the peak of Rinjani, covered with clouds.
“That’s the peak, isn’t it?” I asked Gilang to convince myself.
“Yes it is,” he replied. “And we have been there.”