The Ultimate Drop

by Muhammad Hassan (Indonesia)

A leap into the unknown Indonesia

The Ultimate Drop You can imagine someone or something jumping straight downward from roof of the building or the steep sharp edge of the mountain directly on the ground or might into the water. Standing in truly long queue, barefoot, hanging camera at the back, sided by the backbone and all stuff. A felt like a quadriplegic while sticking in a queue not moving a single step ahead for multiple hours just to catch the 15 to 20 minutes of time where you will be able to click a photo, collecting memories for your glazed up tour and there is also a chance that it could be ruined or destroyed concluding you like a complete idiot wasting his time on such a dumb situation. What could be rocking in the chill waves of your mind? That the time you have wasted here can be served on the multiple other beaches and clubs hanging desperately by the shore of the sea. The colored lights the clubs, the beach waves , the dusky smell of old woods , the palm trees , the speaking winds , the salty moist of the air and especially the falcons who were enjoying their freedom facing straight to the sky like they are living the best days of their lives. But all in all, coming back in the queue it was my time to glitter up and store some memories altogether. I descry the water flows down the hill side in all direction like a broken beam of sunlight scattered all around. In some areas, it falls in thick sheet from ridges high above. Below a bed of rock lies a small pool. Water bugs walk on the surface of the pool aimlessly wondering – as if vagabonds in all. Wow! And this is Kanto Lampo Waterfall. The dark steep rocks like the huge pieces of charcoal fixed on the slope representing as having shower beneath the Crystallex water of which tiny droplets speaking to my skin giving me the perfect satisfaction and allowing me to forget my barefoot conditions. Like you really can’t judge anyone without walking in his shoes and I felt that struggle of having no shoes and still walking on the sharp edge of the rocks just to merge up some memories. Although, it was a leap to something new, I been through the new imagination but still there was something left behind. Nobody can have homesickness there and I am damn sure about it. At the left of Kanto Lampo, Tibumana falls and it’s better to measure a distance between them. What is Tibumana? A self steamed independent drop of water running downward speedily into the huge bucket of water in a straight vertical flow. It was missing something was it chloride fluoride may be but it not only taste but smells well. Nobody can judge the legacy of god in the creation of water structure a flowing indemnity for peace and a perfect reflector. As now I’ve told about the refection this will glad to read when I visited the Lempuyang temple ,the perfect site of water structure retain as silent as any mirror with no occurrence of ripples on the surface. Myriad of myths and people asserts that water remembers everything. It can be turned into any form, it is mobile and creates it way by its own and this way creation got proved when my first sight falls on the broken beach the area of mountain from where a large tunnel appears a huge threshold from where the water passes like crossing boundaries between two. The time when I got the chance to visit the absolute creation of nature sticks on my mind like an octopus on the face. The idea of trying to visit Bali seems remarkable among all those that I will be visiting so far. While watching the setting of trees and mountain, like they are organized on their accurate position. The whole scenario was like a drama set where each and every minor to major thing is performing their best on heart. My every step to the return was missing the peace, the fertility of the land although I was wearing the high quality shoes. The drop can be of another one type. The drop of imagination into the nature.