The plan was to wake up early for the sunrise hike, but everyone slept through five alarms and woke up at noon.
The sun was already high, blazing directly through the windows of the wooden cabin where we were staying. The mountain air, which should have been fresh, now felt stuffy, filled with the lingering scent of last night's instant noodles and damp pillows. I woke first, glanced at the clock, and could only say, "We missed the sunrise."
One by one, my friends woke up with confused faces. Reza rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?" Meanwhile, Dita immediately sat up and stared at us all with horror, "Hey, where's her alarm?"
"The one that went off five times, we all turned it off while sleeping," Tio replied with a weak laugh. We could only look at each other and laugh bitterly. The plan we had made a week earlier was now just a plan.
But, instead of being disappointed, we decided to change our plans. Isn't the point of this trip to be together, not just chasing the sunrise?
Ultimately, that afternoon we climbed to the summit, without morning dew, without the orange silhouette on the eastern horizon—but with laughter, funny stories, and five cups of coffee sachets. And as the afternoon breeze blew at the summit, we realized: even though it was late, this was still an unforgettable adventure.
