The Beauty Of The Golden Cliffs Of Baturraden

Right on the first day of the year two thousand and fifteen, I set foot again in Puerto Rico. The nickname that is often spoken by locals - who later study or migrate to other cities - for Purwokerto. This is the second time I visit that unpretentious city.

In September 2013 I stopped by Town Square and the center of souvenirs in Sawangan, after completing the climb on Mount Prau. That afternoon, many people gathered at Town Square. There is a community of dog lovers who are gathering to show off their Pomeranian uniqueness and handsome Siberian Husky. Some parents accompany their children to play with balloons and run around. The atmosphere that day was very comfortable, the air was cool and people were not too crowded in the fields.

May that also be remembered when I visited Purwokerto again. This time alone, accompanied my friend who wanted to return to his home in the Gulf area, South Purwokerto. We were picked up by his parents at the station, then had dinner at a restaurant not far from his house. Again, I was welcomed by the comfort that felt familiar. Raindrops and quiet roads relieve fatigue after hours of bending the legs on the train. At night I slept soundly hugging a bolster.

The next morning I was awakened by a pat on the shoulder. My friend smiled wittily.

"Come on, wake up, have breakfast!"

I got up lazily, headed for the bathroom to just rinse my face and gargle. Then, run to the dining table and eat breakfast.

"After changing my clothes, yes. We are trekking, "my friend said.

"Where?"

"To my favorite place, Bukit Belakang Sekolah (A Hill behind the School."

After a modest change of clothes, we departed on his old motorcycle. The housing atmosphere that morning was very quiet.

"Very quiet, huh?"

"Yes, this is the KPAD. The Death Guard Complex Comes. All young people my age have migrated or married and live elsewhere. "

I might also like to spend my old age here - while raising one or two Kacer birds.

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The wheel sped out of the complex, sliding to the highway. Soon I could see a mountain looming in front: Mount Slamet. I was amazed to see Mount Slamet that close. Then, we passed by one of the biggest campuses there, Jenderal Soedirman University. The roads in Purwokerto are not too complicated. Staying straight can get to Baturraden at the foot of Mount Slamet, my friend's chirping. That was our goal that morning: the foot of Mount Slamet. The air was even cooler blowing my hair.

After about thirty minutes of surfing on a smooth road, we arrived at a village located at the foot of a mountain. The motorbike was deposited at the home base camp, where people who wanted to camp reported, and continued on foot. Rock climbs are not obstacles, let alone stretched panoramic views of verdant rice fields. We went up and downstairs accompanied by farmers who were farming or hauling grass for animal feed. Any reprimand warms the atmosphere of the countryside. The view of the hill with the green phonograph looks contrasted with the yellow speck in the middle. That's where we're going, it still seems very far away. My heart is searching.

Then we were welcomed by a Dutch-made dam facility that supported the local hydropower plant. The place is suitable for picnics, grassy and clean. From there, there is a small iron bridge, under which there is a large pipe flowing water from the mountain. We must be careful when walking because of the swift water as if ready to devour. Of course, I passed it casually. Then we entered the forest, passing the path between being and nothing, still accompanied by a moat that ran mountain water. We had time to rest and rinse our feet with very clear water.

My friend was also excited to talk about his mission to promote Purwokerto tourism. That he wanted to make a kind of book to map the attractions of his hometown. "At least, this is my contribution to Purwokerto," he said seriously. I nodded in admiration.

"There are many good attractions here, but the name is not selling. Try if there is something called Yellow Stone Hotspring, it will make local and foreign tourists more interested. The important thing is to be promoted. "

I remembered Pangururan Hotspring in Samosir Land, which was actually called Aek Rangat Pangururan. Many foreign tourists go there.

"That's the Yellow Stone Hotspring," pointing my friend, closing the story.

I saw a golden yellow rock cliff, very majestic. The cliff is vaporized water flowing. It's suitable if it's called Yellow Stone Hotspring.

According to Wikipedia, the tourist attraction is called Pancuran Pitu or Pancuran Tujuh. A source of geothermal water that radiates directly from the foot of Mount Slamet, which flows through seven showers. Pancuran Tujuh is included as a tourist attraction in Baturraden, which can be reached by foot as far as 2.5 km from Baturraden or by vehicle from Baturraden Campsite.

Well, my wise friend took me through a path made by locals. Either to be free or to be more challenging.

That's all the translation from Wikipedia, without photos and information links. It is clearly seen, that this tourist attraction received less attention. Try to compare with other similar attractions!

Yellow Stone Hotspring is very beautiful, different from the hot springs I've visited. Next to the steep yellow rocks, there is a thick, green wall of moss. I feel like I'm in the middle of a wet rainforest. Here some visitors look absorbed in bathing, right under the flow of water. There is also a fun massage with sulfur smeared by reflexology masseurs. Sulfur water is believed to have health benefits, especially for the skin. If you don't have time to get a massage, you can also buy sulfur packages to take home. Unfortunately, I wore jeans and didn't bring a change of clothes. I feel like jumping right into the water.

We climbed the stairs to a hotter water source, which was more crowded with visitors and food stalls. Here there is a hot spring pool for visitors, equipped with a simple bathroom. Traders of souvenirs are also actively peddling T-shirts that read Baturraden. Some people were busy taking pictures in front of seven showers that inspired the name of this place. There is also a line of masseurs who are busy chatting with their guests. A unique sight. Yellow legs lined up neatly.

Nothing wrong if my friend hopes a lot at this place, that would be more popular if given the name keminggris. Yellow Stone Hotspring. However, Ice Tea is always more expensive than Sweet Iced Tea. Well, for a moment forget about the naming problem. I want to soak in warm water first. (Yuki Anggia Putri)

*This article is the winners of the Visit Jawa Tengah Blog Contest 2015 #1