Ye Olde Good Widow Village

There might be village people in this village

Breathing a little mountain air is said to do one good. So we decided to saddle up and head uphill… so we can inhale lots and lots of mountain air. 4,000 or 6,000 cm³ per inhalation, I should hope.

Soon after, we found ourselves at the little mountain village of Janda Baik because of a friend, who has a tract of land up here upon which he’s made a campsite with lots of trees, split-level terrain, a simple gazebo, an artificial creek and waterfalls cutting across the site… and a natural stream across the path from his land.

It’s still a work in progress, so there are still lots to build. But it’s good enough for me. Irfan, of course, enjoyed himself and said he’d love to return. And when we return, we shall bring in tow: a tent, a couple of sleeping bags, a torchlight and some delicious consumables. (Maybe some books, paper, pencil and dice?) If it’s not raining, I can even sleep under the gazebo while Ain and Irfan sleep indoors.

Below is an image of the site coming up the path.

You can see the boarding house and the gazebo further up the land

View of downhill from the gazebo – I should have photostitched

Irfan beside the artificial creek

Irfan walking downstream looking for tadpoles

The natural stream across the mountain path

Irfan wades across the stream seconds before he falls butt first into the water

On the far side of this tandan of bananas are rain clouds

Foliage found on the campsite

Ain enjoying the cool breeze at the gazebo

Surrounded by banana trees, in a tactically inferior position

Irfan picks up pointers on cleaning the artificial creek

The water running the creek was cold to the touch

Ummi and Irfan

Oh… in case anyone was wondering, Janda Baik literally means “Good Widow”. Which is not too bad, I guess, compared to a Bad Widow… which is bad, one supposes.