my journey through my words and my lens
I never expected myself to feel such awe when I was riding the motorbike on our way to Ambarita. I usually find myself being grumpy when I ride my motorbike in Jakarta. But with the view I was looking at that time, I probably need the road to end to really stop myself from riding the motorbike. True story. That, of course, was the most enjoyable ride I had by far.
When we finally arrived at our destination, the sun was already high. But that didn’t stop us from enjoying every moment there, well, except some group of tourists with their rather-loud chatter that was quite annoying. Huta Siallagan – the name of the stone-walled village we were visiting – is a small village with several traditional Batak houses inside the compound. What I found more interesting is the existence of Batu Parsidangan – or The Trial Stone. As it implies, this Batu Parsidangan was used to convict criminals when on that time, it was likely to find crimes related with witchcraft. However, beside that, Batu Parsidangan was also functioned as meeting hall in present day. Near Batu Parsidangan, there is this big tree which local called as Hau Habonaran (the tree of truth or the tree of justice). If the tree planted is growing well, then they believed that the area can be established as their village.
Until next post!