What I wrote earlier about Lange wild beach (in the form of a poetic prose) can serve as a kind of prologue. When in a place that to us is magnificent, it is as if there is a kind of mutter that is not very clear within us. Our mind is perhaps acting as a mirror trying to compose words to describe what it is really feeling. But as always, for beautiful things, we often find only feelings, without having words comparable to that beauty or to the feelings we feel. Usually, we can only gape, or only one word can come out of our mouths: Wow! Furthermore, our inner voice becomes less clear. It will take some time before we can express something of what we feel, and that too may be some kind of poetic words that are helped by metaphors because that beauty stimulates the imaginations and gives emotional sensitivity.
It came to my mind after visiting this wild beach. The wild beach is actually a beach that has not been developed for tourism, there is not even a community settlement there, and there are no activities as normal in the coastal villages. There is no access road that is specifically opened to get to the beach, it is not freely visited, there are even a number of warnings that must be heeded to anyone who comes there.
This wild beach is astronomically located at 5°30'54.70"N 95°12'14.06"E, near what is known as the King's Point, a point related to the nautical chart because in front of it is a shipping route to the bay of Aceh from the southwest.
Even though it had toponymy and was called Lange, there is no human settlement there. The beach is entirely devoted to wildlife, and maybe only wildlife lovers and anglers come to the place. Perhaps only one or two sites were allowed to spend the night there, one of which was a hillside niche near a creek and marsh.
Upstream of the coast, dense tropical forests cover all the hills and basins. From the last settlement, it is almost about two hours on a winding, up and down trail, accessible only by motorbike, before then taking a trail under the forest canopy. When the sound of the waves starts to be heard in the forest, we know that we are close to the shore, and we start looking for the light coming from the direction of the sound of the waves to find a way out of the forest to the shore.
A path in the middle of the forest to the beach before entering under the forest canopy.
The hills and forests form a natural barrier between this wild beach and the residential areas to the south. As to the north and to the east, the hills and forests continued as far as a bay to the east, where on the coast there would again be found dwellings and settlements. I've actually been to many quiet and secluded beaches, but on this beach I seem to have found something strange besides beauty. Or, perhaps more so, beauty mixed with something strange. It may be brought about by the wild atmosphere of this beach.
Even the sand on the beach seems strange to me!
A small ditch was made by some anglers to open the mouth of the river which was already covered by sand.
There are a lot of things, especially the wildlife, that might hide or stay away while I am there, but I am sure they will be there when the beach gets quiet and night comes, maybe for example, the turtles going up to the beach to lay their eggs. I've noticed that wild and deserted beaches like this are their favorite spawning grounds.
