Release Inner Hippies: My Coffee Cup [Bilingual]
This morning the first thing that went through the head was to enjoy coffee casually. I woke up a bit late because I didn’t sleep till the morning. So what I want to write this morning is how I enjoy coffee in different way. Is there something strange? Maybe yes maybe not.
A few years ago when I was on duty in one of isolated area of South Pagai island, there was one location named Bulasat. Not far from Bulasat there is a beach that is so quiet and remote, but has a dazzling and clean white sandy beach. At the time we were there we saw 2 fishermen who were fishing in the open off shore, and a couple of farmers who was cleaning his coconut field. My friend Yanti and I decided to have a morning coffee and a hearty breakfast at the place. To get to this beach I had to drive for 1.5 hours through the bumpy road and scrubby shrubs because rarely used. We passed a village that has been abandoned by all its inhabitants.
Actually this location was inhabited by dozens of homes. However, after the tsunami hit this region in 2010, local residents prefer relocation to other higher places.
After 5 minutes looking around to find a suitable location we decided to stop at a gentle beach spot and has close access to the main road. There was a husband and wife who were cleaning coconut trunks. We had time to discuss why this beach is very quiet. Apparently this place holds a scary history. That is about 1965-1966 this location was dedicated as a place of massacre and genocide of the people who were considered or pronounced to be involved in activities of Indonesian Communist Party (PKI). Hearing the scary version story of the place, my friend Yanti rushed back home, but I said:
Hold on, this place becomes more fantastic for where I could enjoy coffee and dive into the dark memories of genocide. I felt being more excited!.
It is not to say that I was happy for what had happened at the location. It become a praying for their soul, Indeed I felt deep condolence for the sorrow and sadness of them and their family. Because most of them were innocent. They were brought from many places of Sumatera main Island and murdered at that place. Pray for them!
About 5 minutes later, the water that I boil with Trangia (portable cooking set) had been boiling. We had prepared 2 sachets of Capuccino with granule chocolate. But it was unfortunate for us because we did not bring glasses or cups. Hadduhhh ....
I immediately took the initiative to find something suitable for glass or cup that I can use for preparing coffee. Voalaaa ... I found a coconut shell that was still with hairy outer skin attached for brewing our coffee. Perfect cup !. Yanti refused to drink from the coconut shell. But I really enjoy the coffee in coconut shell. In fact, I think of it as the most exotic and exhilarating coffee drink. Yuhhhuuuu, and these are some photos that had been captured by Yanti without my permission.
What is your morning story fellas? Well, sometimes you need to enjoy your life and do something that could create the happiness to yourselves.
My friend @shortcut has created #morgenseiten tag, the purpose of this tag is to encourage his friend to write a post from the soul in the morning. All things are crossing our mind. I just started to follow the trail and put this as my tag as well. Another one I saw from @katrarsisdrill is#releaseyourinnerhippie and this also quite interesting me and this one also came from #shortcut, he has millions of ideas. You can check the post from @roused. I suggest to follow and support them as your friend before you use those tag!
Happy coffee time of yours
@el-nailul
## Versi Bahasa Indonesia
Pagi ini yang pertama sekali melintas isi kepala adalah menikmati kopi dengan santai. Saya terbangun agak kesiangan karena semalam baru rehat ketika sudah pagi. Jadi yang ingin saya tulis pagi ini adalah cara saya menikmati kopi. Apa ada yang aneh?. Mungkin iya mungkin saja tidak.
Dulu ketika saya menjalankan tugas di daerah pedalaman pulau Pagai Selatan, ada satu lokasi yang bernama Bulasat. Di daerah Bulasat ini terdapat pantai yang begitu sepi dan terpencil, akan tetapi memiliki pantai yang mempesona dan bersih dari sampah. Pada saat kami disana hanya ada 2 orang nelayan yang sedang memancing di laut lepas, dan seorang petani yang sedang membersihkan kebun kelapanya. Saya dan kawan saya Yanti memutuskan untuk menikmati kopi pagi dan sarapan alakadarnya di tempat itu. Untuk bisa sampai ke pantai ini saya mesti berkendara selama 1.5 jam melalui jalanan yang buruk dan bersemak belukar karena jarang sekali digunakan. Melewati desa yang telah ditinggalkan oleh semua penduduknya.
Sebenarnya lokasi ini dulu dihuni oleh puluhan rumah. Akan tetapi setelah Tsunami melanda wilayah ini pada tahun 2010, penduduk setempat lebih memilih relokasi ke tempat lain yang lebih tinggi.
Setelah berkeliling sekitar 5 menit untuk menemukan lokasi yang cocok kami memutuskan berhenti di sebuah spot pantai landai dan dekat dengan akses ke jalan utama. Di tempat itu ada sepasang suami istri yang sedang memebrsihkan kebun kelapa. Kami sempat berdiskusi kenapa pantai ini sepi sekali.
Ternyata tempat ini menyimpan sejarah yang menyeramkan. Yaitu sekitar tahun 1965-1966 lakasi ini dijadikan sebagai tempat pembantaian dan pembuangan mayat orang-orang yang dianggap terlibat dalam Partai Komunis Indonesia (PKI). Mendengar cerita yang demikian menyeramkan teman saya Yanti bergegas handak pulang, tapi saya bilang: Justru tempat ini menjadi lebih asik untuk tempat saya menikmati kopi dan kenangan pahitnya. Saya merasa lebih bersemangat lagi. Saya menahan yanti untuk tidak langsung pulang dan bersabar sebentar lagi sampe selesai menikmati kopi
Selang 5 menit Air yang saya jerang dengan menggunakan Trangia (alat masak portable) telah mendidih. Kami telah menyiapkan 2 sachet Capuccino dengan coklat granule. Tapi sangat malang bagi kami ternyata kami tidak membawa gelas atau cangkir. Hadduhhh....
Saya langsung berinisiatif utuk mencari tempat yang bisa saya gunakan sebagai wadah yang cocok untuk membuat kopi. Voalaaa...saya menemukan tempurung kelapa yang masih bersabut untuk tempat saya menyeduh kopi. Perfect cup!. Yanti menolak untuk minum dari tempurung kelapa tersebut. Akan tetapi saya sangat menikmati kopi di tempurung kelapa. Bahkan itu saya anggap sebagai minum kopi paling eksotis dan mengasikkan.
Selamat menikmati kopi anda hari ini
That's awesome! If I were you, I would prefer to find a fresh coconut and mixed-up the fresh coconut water with cappuccino... A sensational taste. Then I will find a fallen coconut to burn as a reminder for those were buried in the sand that they'll never be forgotten.
See you in Lhokseumawe then.
Yes, but the coconut is not belong to me, and I did not buy one from the owner...hiks. see you in Lhokseumawe. text me when you arrive kay??
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Great #morgenseiten! It was interesting to learn about the sad history of that place.
On the other side, drinking Capuccino from a coconut shell was really worth tagging it #releaseyourinnerhippie. Thanks for sharing :-)
when nature teaches us to be independent, extraordinary, have you ever eaten on banana shoot @shortcut, or above betel nut tree, it is amazing, you can try it
Yes, I‘ve tried to enjoy nature like this when I was visiting the Domenican Republic 25 years ago ;-) Will have to get back to basic fun like that.
oh my god, amazing, it turns out you are an adventurer, congratulations, indonesia awaiting your next adventure ;-)
events in this part of the earth is very interesting, maybe with #morgenseiten we can know the world more widely without having to come see it
Yes, or even feel inspired to visit those places ;-)
Thank you @shortcut. The rumor I heard from villagers, in 1965-1966 there were a huge massacre along the way to that place and if you can see from the first picture (the shore) you can see the edge of the bay, villagers found a lot of skulls when they cultivated the land before Tsunami 2010. But no publication I could find when I got the story. And till the day I worked there some worker found many bonds when the clean the land for road access 2011-2012. I have no verification for those things. because the villagers did not willing to talk about that little more deeper.
Great photos and a very creative cup too. I like that you took a moment to think about the history of where you were but could still appreciate its beauty. -Aimee
Thank you my friend @canadianrenegade, it was the think I could enjoy when I have to work with community in very remote area. Sometimes I miss to be there. Thank you for coming. Regards
I always appreciate your authentic posts. Thanks for sharing about your morning routine.
Hi thank you for coming, how is your family?. I hope you have recovered from your sickness my friend @sumatranate
Coffee from a coconut shell? I will have to try that one day!
Yes it is my friend @sloberchops. You definitely have to try it. it was something awesome to be out of ordinary. Salom.
Ada ubi bakar dengan ikan bakar... Udah surga dunia. Angkat batokmu kawan.. Kita berpesta ☕
Angkat tinggi-tinggi bang @dipoabasch, ubi bakar ada bang, malah batang ubinya udah jadi hutan, saking banyaknya tumbuh dengan liar. :D :D
hana haye,,kecuali jeut peugot kupi lam paleut,,,
jeut cit jitem kap suree raya bak cucoe si @Bokhtannasar
Tuttong jaroe theun teungku @steemitcountry..:D
this is mantab ateuh bareuh luar biasa, good luck
mantap ateuh bereh pasti nyan @steemitnatural
Much better than Starbucks :-)
Indeed it was Major Karma @roused ..:D :D , sometime we need to do unusual thing to create a small memory and keep it as our treasure for retirement day. You must show us more of yours I think
Great little story. You write very good! I understand your fascination with the place - somehow I also understand that your friend felt so bad about :)
Thank you @katharsisdrill, yes the place was a bit haunted and looks bushy, not to many of villagers willing to visit those place for recreation, and my friend Yanti were uncomfortable to stay a bit more longer. For me the death won't be able to awake and bother my activity, but the snakes are....the most important thing is respect for the villagers who has made that place sanctify.