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"Pak, teman saya kebelet pipis, dia sudah mau mati…", ("sir, my friend need to pee, she is dying…") I never thought I have to say those words in a sentence to a stranger, an interstates bus driver on our way from Makassar to Tana Toraja. The driver just smile and his assistant said that we should had pee two hours ago at the souvenir stalls, the last stop before we start this long journey, we are now in the middle of the woods, he explains. "yes sir, but we don’t fell likely to pee that time…", some passenger in front row laughing, an old woman advise if the bus can stop, and we can pee in the wood or bushes somewhere, I asked my friend, Kally, and she said that was not an option. So the driver start to drive faster, and said he will stop at the nearby restaurant maybe we can use their restroom. Half hours passes and we arrived at that nearby restaurant, but it closed so was the restroom. Kally kept her face in funny ways so she can convince the driver that she is literally dying. in this time both the driver and his assistant were a little bit panic, he drives faster, and the road were winding, some scary idea slip in my mind, that my dying friend actually can make all the bus in danger. The amazing scenery through our way in the wood just nothing anymore, forgetting how we were so eager choosing the day bus trip because the window view. The bus suddenly take a quick left turn and stop, the driver assistant opened the door, and smile to me, without any second Kally and I jumped out and run, honestly I do need to pee too, so did all the rest of the bus, that so hilarious, the restroom attack. Kally and I finish our drama and start to enjoy the scenery, nope, we were sleeping most of the time, eight hours bus drive with one more restroom stop before we arrived at Tana Toraja. That was 9 pm, no place to go, Kally canceled our first night hotel room for some reason, so we start walking. That early 2000, the Rantepao was very quite, nobody around us, its just like everybody in this little town were slept already, so when we saw a bentor (becak montor), we asking help for the good, cheap, nearby hotel. Kally refused the first two recommendation, and we take the third, what a start, that night I just wonder what will surprised me tomorrow. We don’t have any itinerary for the first day. We take a local public transport to the famous traditional market, Bolo Market, to face another surprise. Sadly that was not the market day, so the market was quite empty with just a few vendor selling local product, Kally bought the Toraja famous coffee bean the Kalosi. Then we sat at a bench wondering where to go next. I was just thinking that Kalosi was our best achievement that day, when two strangers with their motorcycle approach us. The strangers offer a whole day bike trip, free tourist guides around the Rantepao just for 40.000 rupiah each bike, wow that was very cheap. They said since it was not the market day, so they would not charged more, that was enough for a day. Kally was looking at me for an agreement, I just ready for the next adventure, so beat it, if those guys do have any bad intentions, I will kick them with my Karate, I just learned Karate... We do had fantastic bike ride adventure, we stop at some old local funeral site, the body was not buried, they were kept at the cliff wall, for some decades the body still lying there. I believe that site was not a tourist attraction, The guys tried their best to give some explanation and answers our curiosity since they were our free tour guides. We ended that day early, 40.000 is too few for the whole day, and they didn’t want to accept more fee. We found kindness that day, pure heart guys who just prefer enough rather than more.