Mountain climbers are cool, carrying large backpacks, boots, and headbands are cool and awesome. There is a special pride because it often climbs. In my heart I have been proud to have embraced the mountain tops.
Pendaki gunung memang keren, memanggul ransel besar, sepatu boot, dan ikat kepala memang keren dan mengagumkan. Ada kebanggaan tersendiri karena sering mendaki. Dalam hati saya bangga sudah pernah memeluk puncak-puncak gunung.
My pride with the mountains, I never proudly called a climber, not because the climber is not cool, but what the hell am I? My knowledge of my mediocre climb. I am the only person who fell in love with the mountains and the cool climbers I met during my trip.
Sebangga-bangganya saya dengan gunung, saya tak pernah bangga di sebut pendaki, bukan karena pendaki tidak keren, tetapi apa sih saya ini?Pengetahuan pendakian saya yang pas-pasan. Saya hanya orang yang jatuh hati pada gunung dan pendaki-pendaki keren yang saya temui selama di perjalanan.
I do not know, my sense of awe at the mountain climbers evaporate along with the rise of climbing. I feel the loss of the idol figure I once worshiped. All climbers now look the same, big carriages, boots, buffs, joger pants, action cam. The physical appearance of the climbers is still the same. However, I must apologize, because in my view, the climbers I meet are no longer special. No longer makes this heart pounding in awe.
Entahlah, rasa kagum saya pada para pendaki gunung menguap bersama maraknya pendakian. Saya merasa kehilangan sosok idola yang dulu saya puja-puja. Semua pendaki kini terlihat sama, carriel besar, sepatu boot, buff, joger pants, action cam. Secara penampilan fisik pendaki yang sekarang masih sama. Namun, saya harus minta maaf, karena dalam pandangan saya, pendaki yang saya temui tak ada lagi yang spesial. Tak lagi membuat hati ini berdegup kencang kagum memandang.
Mountains, coffee, climbing friends, and the things that are created always bring warmth. Like the warm feeling at home. Yes, because the mountain is home for everyone, for all climbers. Do you guys still have the same taste? Warm feeling on the mountain? Fortunate for you, for now the sense is slowly fading away. My 'house' slowly began to disappear. I lost the warm greeting of the climbers I used to meet along the way. No more warm chatter with the climber in the next tent.
Gunung, kopi, teman pendakian, dan hal-hal yang tercipta selalu membawa kehangatan. Seperti hangatnya rasa saat di rumah. Iya, karena gunung adalah rumah bagi setiap orang, bagi semua pendaki. Apakah kalian juga masih memiliki rasa yang sama? Rasa hangat saat di gunung? Beruntunglah kalian, karena sekarang rasa itu perlahan mulai memudar. ‘Rumah’ saya perlahan mulai hilang. Saya kehilangan hangatnya sapaan pendaki yang dulu saya temui di sepanjang jalan. Tak lagi ada obrolan hangat dengan pendaki di tenda sebelah.
Too many climb, too many mountain climbers busy taking self-pics rather than interacting courteously with other mountain climbers. Sometimes annoying, there are people who do not know the rules. Photos of the selfie in front of the tent without permission, play blind music too loud, no longer greeted. Idol climber figure is no longer me meet. The warmth of the house on the mountain was not I found. Therefore I am ashamed to be called a climber.
Terlalu banyak yang mendaki, terlalu banyak pendaki gunung yang sibuk berfoto selfie daripada berinteraksi santun dengan pendaki gunung lain. Yang kadang membuat kesal, ada orang yang tak tahu aturan. Foto selfie di depan tenda tanpa permisi, memutar musik buta terlampau keras, tidak lagi bertegur sapa. Sosok pendaki idola sudah tak lagi saya temui. Kehangatan rumah di gunung pun sudah tak saya dapati. Karena itu saya malu disebut pendaki.
