The Origins of Ungaran Mountain

According to local folklore the Temple Mount, bus stands Gedong Songo yore used by Hanuman to pile up a big fight in the war Dasamuka Dewi Sinta. As is known in the story of the famous Ramayana pawayangan Dasamuka been kidnapped Dewi Sinta from the side of Rama, her husband.
Sprott to win back the great war burst between Dasamuka with massive armies against Rama's monkey troops assisted the leadership of Hanuman. Dasamuka Syahdan of the war that magic can not be stoned to death despite a variety of weapons by Rama.
Seeing that the son of the god Hanuman and then lifted a mountain to pile Dasamuka body. Be Dasamuka buried alive by the mountain later known as Mount Ungaran.
Dasamuka who buried her alive in the bottom of the mountain every day Ungaran moans issued a bubbling sound that actually comes from the hot springs found there. Hot springs that contain sulfur itself finally into a refreshing shower to get rid of some skin diseases.
In his lifetime Dasamuka reputedly liked to drink liquor to anyone who came to Mount Ungaran with bringing liquor Dasamuka will stimulate appetite.
Dasamuka alcohol smell is increasingly becoming a moan-and so, increasingly marked bubbling hot springs. If it Dasamuka body moving can even cause a small earthquake. Like that according to local stories.

My Second Accident

Monday, May 3 I had an accident. This is the second accident that I have ever experienced. But this time more serious -I mean my motorcycle-^^.  Ok let me tell you how it happen. That day, I followed ceremony of education day at governor’s office. The ceremony finished at 9 a.m . Then I went back to school alone by motorcycle. Whereas my friends rode a car. I back first and through Pandanaran street. When on the way I still could see Gema –who rode a motorcycle too- behind me. And the other (the car) through an other street. Until at traffic light which near Lawang Sewu, he was not seen by me. At traffic light near Tugu Muda, the lamp showed yellow, I thought that it could be pass and I could do it. But my estimate was wrong. In fact the traffic light from the direction of Imam Bonjol had already running. And I couldn’t decrease my velocity until a motorcycle struck me. Then my motorcycle swerved. Luckily, I could get away from my motorcycle. But my helm was untied. The man who struck me run away. I sought for help but nothing person who help me. I was standing among the vehicles passing by. No police no person who help me. Finally, I helped my self. I set up my motorcycle. I went back to school with a badly damaged motor. At that time, I didn’t care myself , I was worried because I was afraid my parents-mainly my mother-scolded me. Until school I was asked by security. And he asked that on my knee and thigh bleed. I didn’t know before because I didn’t feel. Then the security asked me to go UKS immediately. I went to UKS and my motorcycle at parking lot, was repaired by security. Until at UKS, I saw a lot of abrasion on my thigh. I was asked what happen to me by the nurse and my friend, Ika. The nurse help me clean my blood and handle my wounds. Then I rest at UKS until I felt calm.

            At home I told to my mother what happen to me. And my worried true, my mother scolded me. Different with my mother, my father advise me to not violate traffic light. Yeah, I can take lesson from my accident. Now I more careful ride a motorcycle.