Koblenz 3rd of November 2016
Well, it's been a long time since i write something. seems the habit of writing disappeared with all the major changes in my life. It's time to get back and tell stories again. short or long, deep or even just shallow stories.
I will challenge myself to write one post a day for two weeks and starting again from there. There are a lot to tell...from the backpacking in vietnam to cambodia, from the first time to fall in love again after so many years of feeling empty, from the chaotic wedding preparation, from crazy official paper works in both Indonesian and German part, from the hardest saying good bye to my beloved family and my cute niece and nephew, from the first two weeks life as confused housewife, and more and more....
Its a total change indeed, hard but i know i can make it, especially with the man that i love, i trust, i make vow to live with.
To start the active blog, a beautiful song from James Arthur, Say you won't let go
I met you in the dark
You lit me up
You made me feel as though
I was enough
We danced the night away
We drank too much
I held your hair back when
You were throwing up
Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone cold sober
I pulled you closer to my chest
And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya
I think that you should get some rest
I knew I loved you then
But you'd never know
Cause I played it cool
When I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you
Until we're grey and old
Just say you won't let go
Just say you won't let go
I'm so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more
than its worth in gold
We've come so far my dear
Look how we've grown
And I wanna stay with you
Until we're grey and old
Just say you won't let go
Just say you won't let go
I wanna live with you
Even when we're ghosts
Cause you were always there for me
When I needed you most
I'm gonna love you till
My lungs give out
I promise till death we part
Like in our vows...
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
A bay of descending dragons, Ha Long Bay
When my brain refused to work on my project, writing is the
only switch button and way to keep my insanity. I guess I will just use this
hibernating moment to write something that I promised long time ago (and make
it up with my project tonight when I got some inspiration).
This time about a Bay of Descending Dragons, Ha Long Bay
“Have fun in Ha Long Bay”
Huong opened the door of her apartment.
Typical Cruise Boat |
Carefully I gave a kiss to her sweet 1 year old girl that
she carried in her hand. Huong’s apartment was my sanctuary in Hanoi, in
between my trips. She was so generous to let me stay and treat me as her new
family.
I tried to walk as fast as I can fighting the January Cold
in Hanoi. I saw the minivan that will take me about 170 km to a very famous
spot in Vietnam, Ha Long Bay, as soon as I reached the end of the aisle from
Huong’s apartment.
There were already group of people that will share the tour
with me. After a few chit chats, I found out that most of my groups came from
the UK. But there were Emilio, a guy with a camera from the Philippines. It was
easy for him to impress me with all his travels. Somehow, it inspired me.
Thanks Emilio.
View from TITOP Island |
As soon as we reached the Ha Long City, we were transferred
to a nice boat. There were rows of bedrooms in the lower deck, communal place
(for karaoke and restaurant) in the medium level, and open space with many
lounge chairs for sun bathing (well, of course it would not happen during my
visit due to wrong season) at the upper deck.
Cruising along the famous sea in between 2000 islets gave me
different perspective. At first, I only could see the arrogant tall limestones
behind the mist. Seems so far, mysterious and unreachable. But as we cruised
closer through the mist, the arrogant tall limestones became the prettiest
stars that standing proudly in the sea. It gave me a very warm feeling admiring
the power that placed those beautiful stones.
Warewolf game ended up with terrible Hangover |
At some points of the tour, we had a chance to jump off the
boat and hiked the highest peak of one of the island, TITOP Island, explored
the surprised cave, Hang Sun Sot, and kayaked around the floating village. The
activities bounded the group so well. We spent the rest of the evening dancing
to a “Ganggam Style”, singing karaoke with our silly voices and playing “Warewolf”
game. At the end of the each game, the one who was losing, should take a strong
mix of alcohol shoot. And oh Boy, he had a terrible hangover the next day. Poor
guy!
Enjoying the dawn |
The next morning, when everyone was sleeping, I got myself
to the upper level. The sun was not yet shining. I closed my eyes and mindfully
moved my body to some cycles of Sun Salutation. I breathed to the tranquillity
and peaceful moment. I didn’t know how long I sat there watching to the layers
of mist slowly disappeared along with the coming of the warm and yet shy sun.
The best thing were, this journey to a mystical nights in between 2000 islets, this
journey to a World's new 7 wonders and one of UNESCO World Heritage Site rejuvenated
me. I was indeed need a good holiday.
Now your turn to find your way to this magical place.
Some more pictures:
Typical room |
Kayaking |
The surprised cave |
TITOP Point |
Hangout at the upper deck |
Labels:
Ha Long Bay,
hang Sun Sot,
Hanoi,
Surpised Cave,
Vietnam
Sunday, March 6, 2016
The Ethereal Clouds of SA PA
It was indeed way too long for me to write about this trip.
But hand notes, pictures, facebook post helped me to collect the memories and
write about this post. Slowly, when I
decided to write about this, my brain started to collect all the information to
the point that I can remember some important details. The trip was so memorable
after all. I call it “The ETHEREAL clouds of SAPA’
Stranded in Hanoi
It was 6 am when I reached Nội
Bài International
airport in Hanoi. I felt terribly tired and sleepy after 6 hours stopped over in
Kuala Lumpur. Since I was traveling with a tight budget, The only budget flight that I got from Bali to Hanoi
was only with Air Asia which unfortunately offered a very long stop over. There
was I waiting and sleeping at the super freezing KLCC. Good thing was a
Vietnamese friend warned me to bring enough warm clothes as January known as cold
and windy season in the North of Vietnam. I never imagined that I would use
them earlier in the warm Kuala Lumpur and yet freezing airport.
Looking out to the distance |
Anyways, I safely landed in Nội
Bài International airport and found
my way to the GA HANOI, the railway station in Hanoi to get the train ticket to
Lao Chai. Struggling with the language, I found myself crammed in to the locals
in front of a small counter where they sold the ticket to Lao Chai where I can
continue my trip to SAPA. Perhaps because they mistakenly thought that I am a Vietnamese,
they allowed me to queue to buy the ticket in that counter with a very reasonable
local price. I wasn’t surprise to learn that there are different building where
they sell train tickets for tourist which of course with different (higher)
price. I considered myself lucky.
I paid for 560.000 DONG for a comfortable sleeper train. I
was happy except that the train only started off by 8 pm. It means I would be
stranded again for more than 12 hours. I asked my brain to quickly decide what
to do when I was eventually free from the crowd. I checked my only map and found out the center
for backpackers is not that far from the station that I could walk for less
than 30 minutes. Off I went there and of course with some dramas of getting
lost Instead of 30 minutes, it took me almost one hour to get to Hanoi’s Old
Quarter where all bars, hotels, backpacker hostels are located. Quickly I screened hostels and backpacking guesthouse.
I badly needed a shower and a space to just crushed on. Hanoi Backpackers hostel
it is. With only 5 USD ( in 2013, could be more now), one bed on a 6 beds dorm
was mine. My world was slowly getting better.
The town behind the mist
Paddy Rice Fields |
Long story short, after recuperated from the hassle and
stranding story, I reached SAPA the next morning. The ride with sleeper train
was comfortable. I was surprise to found clean linens in my berth. I used the 10
hours ride from Hanoi to Lao Chai the nearest train station to SAPA with a
beautiful sleep. I geared up myself as soon I stepped off from the train as the
cold brutally slapped my face. I followed the crowed with backpacks assuming
they would also travelling to SAPA which was a good decision I made. Together
with the crowed, I hopped on a minivan to continue another 45 minutes road trip
to town SAPA itself.
As far as I could see, it was only a mist. I narrowed my
eyes, focusing at searching for the name of the hostels that I book from Jakarta.
My hostel situated in a center of the town. With only 25 USD per night I could
get a private room with all utilities that I needed including heater blanket.
After a few chit-chat with the owner of the hostel, it
turned out I could change my reservation to the next day if I followed the
trekking group that she organized. It was a 1N/2D trekking in the valley of
SAPA. Of course, I did it.
There was I with
other fellow backpackers, Mathew, Vianey, Jessica and Greg guided by Zuong,
a nice girl from the Black H’mong Tribe. We walked from 9 am to 5 pm passing
through small muddy path and the beds of the rice fields. Often we fell down
for it was so slippery and ended up having mud all over our body. We had fun on
each other and couldn’t stop laughing. What a trip! The view itself was
tremendous and sophisticated. As far as I could see lies the huge (never seen
like that before in Indonesia) paddy rice terraced fields. From time to time we
passed the ethnic minorities like Black H’mong and Red Dao women. It felt
different when you are being expose to a total different culture. I felt lucky.
Accomodation in the village |
After 20 km walked, we stopped at one simple Hmong house to
rest and sleep for a night. Nothing was special with our accommodation BUT Its
simplicity. Experiencing how the ethnic minority live for only one night with a
very basic facilities There are matrass lied close to each other at the second
floor where people were gathered (cooking, eating, or just simply chatting) at
the first floor. Togetherness continued still, the smell of food being cooked
from the open kitchen, the warmth of the house owner, and a simple fireplace
that they placed in the middle of the house was really inviting me to stay
downstairs. We shared stories, we made jokes, and we laugh. Of course with the
help of very bitter and strong rice wine helped us all to feel at ease.
The next day, we continue our trekking program towards the
town. We passed several beautiful waterfalls and more paddy rice fields. Tiring
and content at the same time, we finished the program in the afternoon and
ended up in one nice bar drinking warm wine.
Everything was completely different in Town. The town was
still hidden by its mist. I couldn’t see the valley as clouds perfectly covered
them. But this place is indeed special.
And oh, my story of this trip has been published at detik. travel too, writing in Bahasa Indonesia was indeed easier for me..here is the link
Some more pictures:
Hmong Woman |
Our Next Generation |
fire place to keep us warm |
Sweet Souvenir |
behind the mist |
Traditional Market |
View of Pansipan mountain from my room |
Stay tune for the
story of The descendent of a dragon in Halong Bay
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