One night, our grandfather told us about a land. The land we know not yet. On the mainland of Sumatra, there was an area surrounded by mountains. It had cool air. When night approached, the area was misty white as if wrapped in cotton. In the morning, the dew-covered leaves looked wet. In a sloping valley the sound of gurgling water was heard from a stream. When exposed to sunlight, the clear water sparkled. It is said that from there the sun looks beautiful. People named this place as Batang Akhi Suri. On the banks of the river, stones were neatly arranged. There was a walkway with moorings at the end always filled with rafts and boats. The river bank was always crowded on weekends as there were many people using either raft or boat to travel. When dusk approached, it was even more crowded with people who came to relax. Perhaps it was the comfortable atmosphere, the beautiful scenery, and the strategic location that made them come to the bank.