Taking a
deep view of the mountain, touching it with my imagination, carving the
shape of the cliff and the valley with my fingers. The shadows of million trees
was running alongside the car that took me through this mountain. The sky was
blue and the clouds were white as they should be. The color of the ocean looked
like a strange tinted spot in the horizon, when it showed between two mountains
and slightly disappeared when we turned to the other side of this winding road.
The road to Tana Toraja (Toraja).
The magical
dark green shadows of the trees with its own mystery, welcoming us just when we
passed the border of Tana Toraja. I turned off the air
conditioner and opened the window. The wind was cool, fresh with the aroma of
woods, dance upon my face together with the warmth of the sun which slipped
between the trees. What a beautiful day to start a new chapter of vacation with
my two best friends, in the land, called Land of The Dead.


