It was a busy day in Bojonegoro, East Java. In total, I must have talked to more than a dozen farmers in the past 12 hours. The conversation was always pleasant and in some cases, inspirational. I learned a great deal from this trip. About farming, about agriculture, and about life. Yet, many hours in a car drained most of my energy away.
By luck, I stumbled into a serene green path in an isolated corner of a village near Bojonegoro. I stopped in awe. I was hungry to explore more of this beauty.
The wind ran its fingers through my light brown hair delicately as I flipped the thin pages of my travel journal. I tucked a rebellious strand of hair behind my ear, then I carefully dipped my feet into the lukewarm water.The sky was as clear as a crystal, the clouds were cotton.
I stood up from the water, creating small ripples here and there. The birds chirped, as if they were singing a sweet melody. I closed my journal and stored it in my leather sling bag. Leaving my flip-flops beside the lake, I tiptoed towards the forest before me barefooted.
The trees’ branches linked together, creating an umbrella like cover above my head. I made my way through the placid forest, observing the bright mix of warm colors produced by the blooming rainy season leaves. Each tree trunk possessed a different pattern. I was consumed, no, immersed in the beauty of nature. I closed my eyes, experiencing an innervation of tranquility. It made me feel almost ataractic.
The shade of the sky grew darker and darker every minute, and I realized it was the time to get back to my car. As the sun set, the stars were more visible. They were diamonds tucked meticulously in the black velvet sky.
Back in my hotel room, I rested my head on my pillows and closed my eyes. I began to realise that a trip like this not only helps me to discover things from the ground up, but it can also heal my city sickness. It is safe to say I was already hooked or even addicted to such a trip.
Joelle C. Warsono, Interned at Sucorinvest