Penetrating Quiteness towards Pangandaran

That winning prize hadn’t been redeemed for almost two years. December before the end of last year, I won an internal competition at the company which I worked for. Entitled “Education Consultant Training Camp“, I and other colleagues were being trained and tested in the mastery of profound knowledge for a sake of embedding good personal capabilities as a professional who being engaged in education. At the end of this training stage, I proudly came out as winner. That victory provided a meaningful reward in the form of a overnight stay voucher for IDR 1,000,000.

That morning, I felt tired after performing the Eid al-Adha Prayers in the courtyard of an elementary school near where I lived. I sat down enjoying a glass of coffee and a few pieces of fried cassava. This is the first day of a long weekend break in the last week of September.

Yeah, my holiday just ends at home…“, I lightly muttered.

Surfing in cyberspace to enjoy the beauty of Grand Canyon, I suddenly remembered a term…. Yupz, “Green Canyon”. It was in Pangandaran if I wasn’t mistaken. Now my cyberspace surfing screen lead to one of beaches in the south of West Java.

The distance isn’t far to be covered by a four-wheeled vehicle ….“, I started to get excited.

I decided to make a call for one of marketing support staff at my company. Putri was her name.

Putri, Can I can my competition prize two years ago?. But this was really sudden“, I briefly said through my smartphone.

Ah, you always like sudden things. Please try to emailing our boss, if she’s OK, I’ll take care of it later ”, Putri was like that when she spoke to me. A little fierce, but that was normal for me.

I didn’t send an email, nor did I sent any messages, I immediately picked up my smartphone to call the boss. The result was unexpected, I got access to use the voucher during that long holiday weekend.

Yeaay….

I explained to Putri where I was going and the planned hotel entry date. Usually Putri would do it quickly. She already understood such matters.

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At nine o’clock in the evening, I grabbed my favorite backpack which I had prepared since morning, I threw it into back seat of “The Silver” (my Toyota car). Exiting the public garage, I started driving The Silver to Pangandaran Regency, which was 250 Km from my residence in the east of Jakarta.

Armed with hot coffee in a tumbler, my eyes strongly glared at Cikampek and Purbaleunyi toll road sections which had long routes.

Exiting Cileunyi toll gate, I didn’t stop. Now my feet were stepping on gas pedal deeper and combing a dark route to south of Java Island. Nimbly swerving on Nagreg incline, bending following road contours to Lingkar Gentong, Tasikmalaya and then deciding to stop for a moment at a Refueling Station in Banjar City.

I took a sip of my hot coffee for a moment, getting ready to cross a quiet street off the southern route of Java Island towards the coast. I never worried about the safety of this tourism route which I would go through even though the situation would definitely be quiet.

I was 75% in completing my journey. Not thinking much longer, now I was back to drive The Silver to south, through village, forests and quiet rice fields streets. Several times I let some motorbikes overtake me, as if they were farmers who rushing to rice fields. I didn’t know why they left so early in the morning? Some of motorbikes looked like they were going to the same place as me, there were long sticks of fishing rods on their backs.

Sleeping enough on this noon made me able to survive from the onslaught of sleepy during eight hours of driving.

At 5 am, my arrival in Pangandaran was accompanied by a WhatsApp message which sent by Putri. I was so curious about hotel name which listed on a PDF document which containing a hotel booking invoice that was paid off with my company budget. “Nyiur Resort Hotel”, that was hotel name which I managed to read.

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