As scheduled, I and my fellow friends from Dimms went to a mangrove park in Pantai Indah Kapuk yesterday. It had to be around 8 a.m. at Pondok Cina Station and I came on time while Miftah and Dini came 30 minutes later. I got angry a little bit cause I had to wait alone.
When Miftah and Dini came, the three of us went inside the station and waited for our train. We were supposed to be in the same train with Shasa and Icha who sett off together from Citayem Station. It was around 9.30 when the three of us decided to get on the train to Cawang Station. We waited enough for Shasa and Icha. Luckily, the train was empty – we got our seats and enjoyed our journey. Shasa and Icha were in another train and we would be reunited in Cawang Station. I expected the journey would be pretty long, but it was actually quite short. I was enjoying the the train when Dini told me that we had arrived.
We met Shasa and Icha soon after. We then discussed how to get to the mangrove park from Cawang Station. It was our first time, we were not sure about the transportation and the routes, but we gave it a try. Dini instructed us to drive a transjakarta bus. It turned out that we headed to a wrong direction, so we got off of the bus and got on another heading to Pluit. Unlike the train, the bus was crowded – we got no seats and had to stand up for one or two hour. The journey was very long, I and Miftah were tired already and so sleepy. Miftah was starving as well.
Once we arrived in Pluit, it was very hot outside. We stopped near Pluit Village which seemed ordinary from the outside, but huge from in the inside. Miftah was attracted by one fried chicken restaurant there, she desperately wanted to eat while the four of us were not hungry. We went inside the mall and bought some breads instead. While Icha, Miftah, and Dini looking for breads, I and Shasa took a stroll around the mall. The mall was big and quiet, it seemed new and there were not many visitors coming plus there were only few shops opened. There were great Imlek ornaments though which really captured our attention. The center area of the mall was decorated with Chinese ornaments from two huge Chinese statues, lampoons, all in red. There was also Chinese music playing in the area. It was clear for me that the mall apparently owned by Chinese since the decoration as well as most visitors were Chinese.
Miftah, Icha, and Dini finally bought breads from bread talks. We then went out and waited for our next transportation to get to our destination. We had another discussion – whether to drive angkot or taxi. We chose taxi eventually with Dini in the front seat and the four of us in the back seat which was very crowded. We were lucky to get the taxi pretty fast although the driver looked a bit confused and doubted when we told him the destination. We looked around from the taxi windows, and chatted once in a while. It was a 20-minute-drive from Pluit to the mangrove park. The traffic was not really bad, luckily.
It was incredibly hot when we arrived at the mangrove park. We needed to pay Rp. 25.000 to get in and the day began! We were a bit lost at first. The park seemed very quiet and abandoned. We found one musholla which seemed neglected. We then walked and went deeper to inside the park. We found our first track which looked like this:
It was really hot because we arrived around 12 o.clock. The track seemed fine yet I was scared every time I stepped on it. I walked slowly and carefully, my friends even left me behind and made fun of me. Poor me indeed. They took this:
There were some mangroves on our right side and big trees all around us. The water looked green and the lake looked vast and quiet. Dini wondered whether there was a crocodile in the lake or not. Not long after walking a few steps, we stopped, found a good spot and took some selfies using Shasa’s tongsis. Here are some:
As you can see, there were several of what it looked like small houses on our left side. The roofs were big and there were small doors in each house. All painted in brown and built from wood. They were all closed.
We also made some quick videos and then continued walking to the end of the track. At the end of the track, there was a big wooden house, it was a two-story house built from wood as well. The design was good and modern. We were lucky to have the house for ourselves for twenty minutes or so. There were no other visitors or maybe they wouldn’t come because they saw us.
We stayed at the house talking, taking pictures, relaxing our bodies, and even eating snack I brought. When we were eating, we saw a man walking towards the house. I put the snack inside my bag because the visitors were not allowed to bring food there. The man was weird and quite creepy. He walked until really close to us, he then stood up just a few steps before us, and checked a wood in the track. He then went without saying a word. I was scared at first, I was even ready to run if something happened or if the man flirted with us. As soon as the man disappeared, we sat for more minutes and left the house. On our way back, Shasa rushed and suddenly walked beside me and held my hand. I, who was walking slowly, surprised. She was kind enough to hold me when I was walking. She knew and all of us knew that I was scared walking on the track.
The other tracks we walked on were just like that. They were built from woods. It was unique though and gave you a beach and wood surrounding. The track we next went to was a better one. The track was wider and not as creepy as the one before. I could walk a bit faster and felt no tense. The track was surrounded by big trees, so it was shady and a bit dark. We took some selfies a long the way until we arrived at the bridge. Ah I loved the bridge because it was beautiful and we could feel the wind touched us from the bridge. It was around 3 p.m. and pretty windy. The weather was nice, it was really relaxing. Here are some pictures we took at the bridge:
The track was long. We walked until the end of the track. A funny thing happened when we were taking pictures, we were ready and about to pose when a random yet pretty handsome guy walked behind us and stroke a pose. So yeah, he is in the picture with us.
It was really good to spend the afternoon at the bridge taking pictures and looking at the beautiful lake around us.
As you can see, that is the house we visited earlier at the back of our photo. The lake was also clearly seen right behind us.
It was very exhausting. Miftah was getting more hungry and wanted to eat. On our way back, Shasa and Dini went to one small track which led to a small wood house. When we were out of the track, I told them that I wanted to visit another track. The track was actually the one near our first track. We wanted to go and see where it led but chose to buy some drinks instead. So, I was still curious about the track and invited them to come and see the track together. Shasa was the only one who joined me while the rest were too tired and preferred to just sit down at the restaurant. I and Shasa brought Icha’s phone with us to take some pictures while Dini’s phone was being charged since we had been using it for hours. The track was beautiful – there were few small wood houses, just like the ones in the first track. It was also quiet. I and Shasa happily took pictures with zero distraction. Here are some:
It was around 5 p.m. when we left the park. The more visitors came on our way home. It was better indeed to come in the afternoon taking a walk and enjoying the park. The afternoon weather was really nice.
On our way home, we were amazed by a set of buildings. They were Chinese schools. The buildings were very huge and breathtaking, just like the ones you see in Chinese movies. We then (once again) discussed the transportation for going home. We could either take angkot to Pluit and take the transjakarta bus again or drive a taxi to the Kota Station. We chose the latter because it was easier and faster. Miftah was starving, all us were starving. We couldn’t wait to eat and we could eat at the station. So, we stopped a taxi and soon headed home. The taxi driver was kind. Once we were in the taxi, the driver told us about many amusing stories. He was a man in his middle fifty, had a good and firm voice, and absolutely loved to talk. We wanted to sleep on our back home, but with that kind of driver, that would be impossible. The driver’s stories were mostly about Indonesia’s presidents and history some cities like Depok. The stories were hilarious and sarcastic as well. We just listened to him, nodded our heads in agreement, and laughed. It was a short journey since we used the toll road. The fare was not so expensive.
Kota Station was crowded as always. On our way in the taxi, we passed the famous old city or kota tua and it was full of visitors. There was a performance in its court and there were so many food sellers around it.
Once we were at the Kota Station, we headed directly to one fried chicken restaurant. We ordered and then ate. Around 6.30 p.m. we were in our train going home. The train was empty and we got our perfect seats. We sat next to each other. I talked to Icha during the journey while Dini talked to Shasa and Miftah. It took around 40 minutes to reach Lenteng Agung Station. I got off first and said good bye.
I arrived home around 8 p.m. and was thankful that my mom didn’t not mind. It was a truly fine day indeed. We had lots of fun, got so many pictures, and had tons of laugh. It was like a perfect closing for our long holiday and a short yet pleasant trip before going back to our routines. We definitely loved the trip and planned to have more in the future. Yeay!
Fun fact: Miftah brought Rp. 100.000 or so for this trip. She said she didn’t have much money and kept asking if 100 bucks enough or not. She survived, fortunately.
And here are some more photos:
Until next trip, folks!!!