“If one successfully strive to go beyond his boundaries, one’d consider himself has carried out an undertaking, thus believe he has achieved something.”
For me, I believe I achieved something two days ago, by taking unusual undertaking, not to get lost on the new and unfamiliar route of the lone trip. Given my poor navigation ability, I rarely arrive in particular places without getting lost first. Since being lost in track is happen too often on each of my new trip, I get used to it. I never bother to check on GPS apps the right route, however. Lost in track, if I may to use this term, is salvage moment. I am naturally a daydreamer, let me alone a minute or so, and my mind’d wander far beyond reality. Taking a wrong and unfamiliar route is give me so much space to open up my mind on imagining every non sense I could reach.
But, two days ago, I hadn’t been given any chance to take a wrong route. I should arrive at Panunggalan Village Hall on time. I wasn’t so lucky at that time, first because my friend, who had agreed to pick me up, at the certain point of downtown area, got up late, so I should go there by myself. Second, the route to Panunggalan isn’t familiar for me, it would be my first ever trip. The trip gonna be a turmoil if the rain come, I felt alarmed. In this unpredictable season, being alarmed of the weather all the time isn’t a sin. Even the sunny day couldn’t indicate that rain wouldn’t come at once. Well prepared is a must. I covered myself with thick jacket, put on mask and a pair of gloves. My raincoat had been secured savely in the baggage. Out of the habit, I also checked on my GPS apps before left home. Twenty eight point one km and could be reached by car for 41 minutes (could be faster by motorcycle), here came a good news, the route isn’t to complicated, mostly straight route, I was eager and excited.
|GPS apps interface, the distance from Mangunegara to Panunggalan|
The west part of Purbalingga Regency was probably only a figment of my imagination, since I had never taken a step in that area, though I have been living in Purbalingga since I was in a craddle. Once maybe, I accidentally passed Klawing bridge and a half km beyond, no further than that, so the rest of the area was a complete mistery for me, until I took this trip. FYI, Panunggalan village is situated in district of Pengadegan. It takes 30 minutes according to my friend (native of Panunggalan) to reach downtown of Purbalingga from Panunggalan. Through a peek on the map, I know that this village is (to be exacted) situated in the west outskirt of Purbalingga, near Banjarnegara Regency. With the total area of 3.655.000 square metres, it is the 7 largest area in district of Pengadegan.
|Panunggalan, on the read circle|
Half of the trip was run smoothly. Entering district of Pengadegan area, the scenery surrounded me changed into a rows of never ending makeshift gasoline stalls. This was outrageous, since I just passed gasoline station in Kalikajar. Why would people go to the gasoline stalls if the gasoline station is in the vicinity? My enquiry was answered. Apparently along the Pengadegan area there is no gasoline station available, the one I passed by in Kalikajar is probably the last gasoline station supply for the tralevers who come and go to district of Pengadegan. Even in a small regency like Purbalingga, I never imagine that there would be a place where gasoline station is scarces. Minimarket franchise like Alf*m*rt or Ind*m*rt are abundant, available almost at every corner of small village in Purbalingga, why gasoline station can be abundant too, especially in a busy route like this? Isn’t a fuels almost being a primary need in our modern society, equal with people needs of personal vehicles like cars or motorcycles. Isn’t it a prominent factor in goods and services distribution? (My question would only go to the void). It is, in my opinion is “need to do fast” duty of the authority or else stakesholders. (Personally , I don’t understand what am I talking about,so lets move on).
Besides makeshift gasoline stalls, along the trip my eyes, were spoiled by beautiful sloppy hills with a thick vegetation. The distance between each dwelling is getting far away, apart from car or motorcycle horns, the surrounded felt quiet. Probably not recommended to take a trip alone in this road after twilight. Before, entering Panunggalan region, I relied on passerbies to make sure that I was on the right route, their advices were simple “ just go straight on this road, go straight, it is situaded near Banjarnegara”. Just like presumption, the route isn’t too complicated.
GPS apps is part of our modern lifestyle, it is replaced the function of conventional maps as well as the current best guide for a travelers, as long as the phone signal is available. So what if you are stranded in unknown whereabout with a limited phone signal coverage?. Asking the local folks is the utmost sensible way. But make sure you ask the reliable person, if you don’t want to end up like me.
So what happened?
Hehehe, I will tell you, tighten your seatbelt dear passengers.
After what seemed to be an endless trip on the narrow concrete winding road (yeahhh…Grapes of Wrath, anyone?), I arrived in Panunggalan region (in the outskirt). My next duty would be to find the exact position of the village hall. Either it was my bad luck or the local folk to whom I asked wasn’t too reliable, I took a very harsh route, the one that probably local pedestrians take as a shortcut. While it helps the local pedestrians to cut down their journey, it is definitely not a proper route for motorcycle, however.
Forgive me not to provide any photograph of this harsh route, I will if had a chance, but situation didn’t give me a permission to do so, not only it was hard to reach my phone, but also I should gathered a momentum to push ‘sidewalk’ my motorcycle, because it refused to cooperate. This harsh route is a gravel road, I should extra careful to maintain the speed (under 20 km/hour) and balance of my motorcycle, one mistake I could trip down that gravel sea. I honestly was a bit disappointed to myself, I had been arrived this far, yet after almost reached my destination, here I was in this vile route. I wanted to turn around before too late, but I kept going.
The surrounding environments of this road are thick vegetation and local field. There is cassava field if I wasn’t mistaken, on my left side. No local folk was seen here, it was possible that someone trapped me to this route, set an eye on my vulnerable soul. I was scared of my own wild imagination. What if a wicked witch came through the forest on my right side, chased after me to steal my soul, or else a burglar who subjected a lonely traveler’s possessions.
Fortunately, there was no wicked witch who was nosing after my soul, let alone a burglar. I was relieved, down the road, was four children playing in the creek. They told me that village hall is at the end of the lane, so keep going. Meeting the local children was propably affected me positively. I no longer loathed this gravel road. I was beginning to feel affection to this road.
Passed the creek, the scenery isn’t bad at all. Beautiful, fascinating, and so peaceful. The dim light penetrated through trees canopy, a faint orange colour was floating in the thick vegetation surrounded me.I wouldn’t mind if I should pass by this road for another year (LOL lying).
Passed the creek, was when my motorcycle being so suck*d (sorry). Ahead was a steep gravel road. My motorcycle was roaring when I shifted to the lowest gear. It refused to climb. What an ungrateful thing! I managed to push it along that steep road. I must be looked so ridiculous, what with the thick jacket, gloves, helmet and all. But time was chasing me, there was no room for lamentation.
Just like what had been promised, at the end of the lane is village hall. At 07.55 I entered its parking lot. What an achievement. I really wanted to shout out loud to the brown canyon surrounded me. I made it!!!! My voice would reverberate, conveying all the happiness puffed up in my chest.