Cave watchman Kombeng

Regale stories this time, about travel journalism through the gully to the Mahakam river to the interior of mystical flavor. Achmad Masdari more familiar with the RRI station announcer Please visit www.wsws.org Peterborough also journalists pulpit Society, the chairman of SKM Arbain NS BS Jaya, Anne H. Anang Photographer and owner of Studio Mahakam, Johansyah Balham (Chief Representative magazine sec Jakarta) and H Marwansyah Idris (SKM Pimred Wisma News). Plus 4 people who bring energy, so the overall speedboat totaling ten people.
Long stop in and have some district areas, we finally get to Wahau district.. Here our group greeted by the manager and staff of Camp PT Kiani Lestari, which operates in the area. By the company and assisted entourage were treated to lodging facilities and others.
Time is our main target other than the view from near the PT Kiani Lestari, we also intend to review the Cave of Mount Kombeng. The company supports the intention of these facilities with the help of vehicles to the region Kombeng.
But a vehicle that can carry only lead group at the edge of the road transport axis logging. As about seven kilometers we must walk. Our group of six people begin to explore paths toward the mountains Kombeng.
One hour journey we began to feel weary. But because not so much the spirit Since we had to continue our journey. Hot sting that makes us feel thirsty and hungry. Mr. Hefny as the group leaders invited to relax while we do lunch because time has shown through twelve o'clock. We all then sat down in a shady tree ready to open the stock each.
However, we are opening a new backpack for supplies, arrived arrived from the direction of footpaths that we pass a man look a little old wear clothes without running towards us. Among us there are stories of parents and ask them want to go? The old man said that he would return to the shanty houses not far from where we rested. The old man invite us stop and rest in the place of stay.
We accept this invitation with pleasure. True not far from where we seen a rest house is slightly higher with the old stairs up to a house made of a wood talisman (a ladder Behe = home interior stairs), which at the end of the pole down the stairs there is.
With happy we all rise to the house where there is a face on the court or open without a roof terrace large enough bamboo so very comfortable. Moreover, the terrace is dinaungi by a leafy tree, which is also old.
The hungry, without shame or hesitate to open our past and our talent melahapnya. So we are cool, out of the house two girls have a certain high lanky with long hair to limit the waist. Both girls are very beautiful ciliated olive skin clean and a certain kind of face is very similar to one and other. That distinguish between them, only one of them small flies in the chin right. A very interesting person from the second ball their eyes a little bit blue eye. Both of them carries on a water jug, along with several cups made of zinc (zinc cup).
Suddenly we all stopped being so greedy to see things that we do not think. We then another perspective and feel amazed to see that the second girl after placing pitcher of water and sit on the side of the parents who invites us stop being. We are here only meeting. Both girls are .. Their parents are in the area of Muara Kaman. So this is the second that accompany I live here. People in the village called down there with Mr. Old, "explained the parents.
"Why would Mr. live in forest quiet and a far from the settlement? Why not just live with the father of the child in Muara Kaman there? "Ask one of us.
“No, I do not want to go any where”. I have been promised for life to live here. I am indeed down by villagers as the watchman of Mount Kombeng this. So this is only the second cucuku that often accompany and dirik. "He said provide an explanation.
In that opportunity - especially with the beautiful view of women - all we ask that this meeting diabadikan together with the photo. The old man agree, and in turn we take photos from the camera that we each take. Of course our main target is the second girl. The old man are in fact only bersipat politeness.
When I ask Slick with the second girl, half-whisper my name both. They also said half the number provides the name they call. But to me, they ask that the name should not be notified to anyone with a good friend and traveler with relatives and family. "Call it the name even though we where we would hear." Indeed they request Bizarre. However, it undertakes and uses.
Once completed, we then ask permission to continue the journey climb the peak of Mount Kombeng that is not also how high. When trying to leave the house, Masdari commend jackets and hang them on poles stump up the stairs with said later received a jacket was taken back.
Arriving at the top we find an altar three times the size of about three meters is located right in front of the door cave Kombeng. Are part of the left side of the bamboo trees, there is a pit the size of the water is clear enough. In the cave we found some stone statues of the statue of Siva, Statue of Ganesa, and others even though the part is already damaged.
We then take some photos for documentation with the plan as a report on the Kutai Regent in Tenggarong that at the time Kutai has not been divided into four areas, namely, West Kutai, East Kutai, the City and Bontang Kutai Kartanegara.
Days when it entered the three-hour lunch and the weather a little bit cloudy. By the leadership group decided to go home immediately before the bad weather increases the possibility of rain could fall. we then depart down the mountain along the road home. After some time we follow the road to our house but the old man with plans to thank you and farewell also want to take a jacket abandoned by Masdari.
However, we become confused because the house that we had no purpose. "Maybe we wrong way," said Mr. Haji Anang Anne. "No one's way. That my jacket there on the stump of wood, "said Masdari while pointing towards jacket that depends on a wooden pole.
"Here's the place was mounting rung up pack of Old age homes," he said.. We all justify it, but confusing building a house where the Old man.
Finally, we decided to continue running toward the road while bearing each street what has been experienced together. Arriving at the road we pivot has been the vehicle by the company and bring us back to Camp where we were.
Evening together and then we go to the villages near the camp with the company. Pulitzer there are coffee shops, and stop while we search for information and recount the experience that we have experienced. By some residents and shop owners who heard the story we do not like surprise or astonishment. They say what is our natural right, and we have met the watchman Kombeng the mountain forest. Stories such as natural that we often experienced by some immigrants. It is said that parents are the memoirs of a bodyguard of two daughters descendant of King Mulawarman that disappeared in the mountains after the lost battle against the kingdom of Kutai.
What is more strange again when we return to Samarinda city and print photos. Not one photo with the pack of Old mandand two girls is so. Everything is lost. Other images are still there. This is also experienced by other fellow colleagues. We feel confident and justify our existence and meeting with the supernatural, which he said people descended from King Mulawarman watchman forest and cave Kombeng. If readers are among the curious, please come to the mountain cave Kombeng. Who knows you can be lucky and met with two daughters who are beautiful.

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