[12:32 PM] Rohan Base Camp
After a long journey, Raffy and his friends finally arrived at the Rohan trailhead base camp—the official starting point for Mount Vamana.
They proceeded with registration and gear inspection at the registration post, then joined the mandatory briefing required for all climbers.
A middle-aged man stepped forward. He bore the unmistakable mark of a senior ranger—steady posture, a weathered face, and the air of someone who had spent more life in the mountains than in the city. His name was Mr. Wandra.
With a firm voice and the measured tone of experience, he outlined the hiking route and estimated travel times, before moving on to the crucial rules every climber was expected to follow.
“For those planning to climb Mount Vamana,” he said seriously, scanning the crowd. “There are several things you must pay close attention to.”
“First—your health. Be honest about your physical condition. If you don’t feel fit enough, just turn back! There’s no shame in it. Better feel embarrassed than to end up like those who ignored the warning.”
He paused briefly to let the words sink in.
“Second—your understanding of nature. Are you prepared to survive? What will you do if you get lost? Learn how to read a compass. Familiarize yourselves with the vegetation, water sources, and areas commonly crossed by wild animals.”
“Third—check your equipment. Raincoats, spare clothes, proper footwear, cooking tools. Make sure your supplies are complete—food, water, and first-aid kits.”
“Plan according to your needs,” he added firmly. “If necessary, bring extra. Never bring less. We never know if nature will be kind to us—or not.”
“And lastly—ethics. Do not damage or pollute the mountain. Take nothing but photos. Leave nothing but footprints. Stay focused. Always prioritize safety. Is that clear?”
He ended the briefing by opening the floor for questions.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Dafina raised her hand politely, curiosity evident on her face.
“Yes?” Mr. Wandra turned to her.
“I’m curious,” she said. “Is there a particular origin behind the name of Mount Vamana?”
Mr. Wandra nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. “A fair question. As I mentioned earlier, Mount Vamana has one of the longest hiking routes on the island of Java.”
“Anyone who climbs this mountain will face many challenges—whether from nature itself, or from their own limitations.”
“Not everyone can conquer it,” he continued, his tone calm yet meaningful. “But for those who succeed, the sense of satisfaction is something truly… remarkable.”
“That’s where the name Vamana comes from,” he concluded. “It means… ‘to receive praise’. Anything else?”