The So-Called Soul Searching Trip

I’ve been traveling on my own.
I’ve been traveling with partner as well.
This time, I go back traveling on my own.

I haven’t done any solo traveling for about a year. Last time I did that was when I went to Vietnam last May, and it was pretty fun. I spend my day doing fuck all, just having coffee, strolling around the city and relaxing. Meeting new people while having beer at night, sharing stories about life and whatever it is. It was really fun but I remember when I was thinking that this is enough…I’d like to see what it feels like to be traveling with a partner. Boom, not a week after get back from Vietnam I met someone and we dated and couple months later traveled together. It was exactly like what I thought it would be. We had so much fun, explore new places and I feel like closer to him when we’re out there together.

But this time, I went solo again. My friend told me that “this is your soul-searching time” or “now find your old self back”. Fuck it. I know I’m still the old me. But then I was being a miserable C and it was long weekend so I impulsively bought ticket to Bali. It was a “bring it on” moment.

So what it’s like? Well…still like the last time I went traveling alone. I still love being able to wake up anytime I want, to go wherever I want to go. My first day, I just walk around the hotel area then sleeping and reading book on the beach until I burn my skin. On the next day, I decided to climb a mountain, made some friends there and having a really good time. The I spend the rest of my trip hunting secondhand bookshops and spending more time in the beach because your girl love to make her skin darker, yo.

The thing about traveling alone that I forgot is that you can’t actually be alone. Everytime I was in a cafe or a pub, minding my own business, there’s always someone asking to join my table. I remember my first night in Bali there’s a dude wanting to join my table while I was reading my book. I wasn’t really in the mood for talking so I just nod and when he started the conversation I told him I can’t speak english…..but I forgot that I was holding an english book. Dumbass. I left soon afterwards, hiding my laugh.

So that’s what I love about traveling alone. The joy of be whoever I want, go to wherever I want. But..there’s no one to shared the story too. Traveling with someone else was fun because if you see something funny on your trip, you have someone to share the laugh with. Or when you lost, you’re not alone. You lost with that someone. And mind you that during this trip I don’t have social media whatsoever (only twitter) so it does actually feel like I’m with myself. It’s not that I don’t like it…it’s just more fun if you have someone to share the joy with.

I also realized that I change a little bit during this solo trip, especially on accommodation’s preference. Back then, I used to be okay staying in a hotel or just a crappy cheap room to save my budget. But not this time hahaha. It’s not that I have a lot of money, no, no at all but I just prefer comfort more? Is that make sense? I booked the wrong room once in Bali last week. It was a cheap room in Kuta, Rp150K per night. When I got there…single bed, no windows, no tv and have this creepy vibe. So I cancelled right away and luckily, found another room, slightly more expensive than that one (220K) but better! I guess I’m that age where comfort bed and room is important.

Aside all that, I’m still the same person. Still the fun, energetic person that not shy to made new friends. Still the same person who dare to have some adventures, walking alone in the place unknown just to fill in my curiosity. I had fun, I climb a mountain, I spend my day reading books on the beach, biking around the city.

It’s not that I can’t do it. I can travel on my own. But I prefer to be with a partner now.

I’ve been traveling on my own, and I’ve been traveling with a partner. I love both almost equally, but experience taught me that I like it better when I have someone beside me. Same thing like, I’m okay being single. But I like more being in a relationship.

Because happiness only real when shared.

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That Time When I Can Barely Feel My Arse

In my life, I’ve done several things that for most people might sounds “wow, you’re so brave!” but for some perhaps just “ah, cool. I’ve done that too.”

This is one of them. That time when I impulsively buy a ticket for a weekend in Bali and decided to climb a mountain. And ride a motorbike on my own for four freaking hours.

Let’s cut it short (because the story of how I get to Bali will be on another post). I was browsing on the internet of best places in Bali to see the sunrise. There’s Sanur Beach, Mount Agung, Ubud, Tanah Lot, and many more. And then there’s Mount Batur in Kintamani. It’s not as high as Mount Agung (Mount Batur is 1.717m) and it seems doable and I was looking for something that is adventurous but not too heavy because I haven’t been climbing for about two years.

I decided to go to Mount Batur and start looking on how to get there. A lot of tour package of course, but it so damn expensive. Then I look it up deeply into the deep web (heh heh heh) and I found the cheaper way. I just need to stay in Kintamani, close to the climbing point of Mount Batur and hire a guide from there.

And then there’s another problem. How to get to Kintamani? Of course, there’s buses and rental car. But again, it’s expensive. So I decided to…rent a motorbike. And drive alone to Kintamani from Kuta. I asked my friends whether it’s safe or not for a lady to drive motorbike in Bali and she said it’s okay. Bali is mostly safe, but she did remind me to be careful because I’m clumsy af. Yeah right.

And there comes the day! I rent a motorbike (Rp50 K/day) and drove down from my hotel in Legian for a breakfast in Revolver. My plan is to leave Legian/Kuta area around 12 so I could be in Kintamani by 4. But of course, a plan is just a plan. When I was having breakfast, I got email from work, there’s a deadline due that day. So…I stayed in Revolver, finishing my job until 1.30.

After that, leaving for Kintamani! I was excited and scared, actually. I don’t have driving license, but I’m a pretty good motorbike rider. I was wearing my tank top and shorts, I was worried about cat calls and everything but no! It’s Bali and all okay there.

I used Waze to direct me to Kintamani. It says I’ll get there in 3.5 hours. Unfortunately, I lost my earphones so I wasn’t able to listened to the GPS lady; I have to put my phone on my small bag (which lay on my lap) and constantly checking it up. It’s dangerous kid, don’t ever try that.

The road from Kuta to Kintamani is relatively quiet, although closer to the mountain, there’s a lot of sands everywhere. Be careful, because it made the road slippery and if you hit the break, there’s chance you could fall down from your motorbike (I know because it happen to me).

The joy of driving on your own is that I can stop at anywhere. Like if I saw beautiful view, I could just stop right away and took some pictures. I admit that it’s very quiet that in 4 hours I have no one to talk to but hey, isn’t that the part of traveling alone you have to endure?

Around 5, I arrived at Black Lava Hostel in Kintamani. I can’t feel my arse! It’s numb! But I love the hostel. It’s a nice, small guesthouse with hot spring pool overlooking the mountain. Fucking awesome.

After I check in (dorm room, Rp150.000) I put on my bikini and jump into the pool! Maaaan, that was something. Hot spring really help relieving the pain on my back after driving for 4 hours. I stayed in the pool for about 1.5 hours, having a chat with two girls from Belgium and France. We then just sat there, looking over the sunset by the mountain. Fucking bliss.

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We were told by our guide that the trekking will start at 4 in the morning. So that night, I slept around 7 to make sure that I got enough rest and able to wake up early. By the way, Kintamani and Mount Batur is not as cold as I thought it would be. I brought two jacket and I don’t even need one. As I recall, Bromo, Dieng and Prau was much much colder than Batur.

The trekking package cost me Rp450 K, that include breakfast, walking stick, headlamp, two mineral water and the guide. If you are on your own, you have to pay Rp650 K, so it’s best to find someone to share the guide. I share this package with the french and belgium girls.

We start walking at 4, and the guide said that the trekking will take about 1.5-2 hours to get to the summit. I imagine that with that short duration of walk, the trekking route must be steep and rocky. Well…it kinda is.

On the first 45 minutes, I don’t have any problem. Good thing that in Jakarta I used to spend my time walking around the city at least 10km per day so my feet doesn’t feel sore at all. I thought it’d be cold so I wear my hoodie, but after 30 minutes I took it off because I’m sweating. Lots of hikers only wear shorts and tank top, and yes it’s all okay.

The trek start with “Ah yeah, I can do this” to “What the duck?” in an hour. After halfway, the trek gets steeper and harder. Lots of rocks and sands, so if you’re not careful you could get slip. The walking stick really help! One time, we stopped and the guide told us it’s only 20 minutes away from the summit. We sat for a while and look behind…amazing city view from above. Clouds. Everything. And I remember, this is what I love the most about climbing a mountain.

We get to the summit around 5.45. It was pretty crowded up there, and I remember I’m the only Indonesian (aside guides) there. Most of them thought I’m a filipino or thai because they said they never met Indonesian girl who traveled alone. Hehe.

Our guide told us to sit there and wait for the sunrise while he prepared breakfast. Too bad, the weather wasn’t really good that day so we didn’t catch any sunrise. Aww, bummer. But the breakfast was pretty surprising. He gave us egg and banana sandwich and tea, and I never thought I’d love banana sandwich.

We gave up on waiting for the sunrise, and prepared to climb down mountain. We’re taking the longer route, because our guide believe that we could get better view from there.

Not only longer, this route is narrow and full of sand too. Note to self: wear proper shoes. I was wearing my walking sneakers and sands get inside my shoes. It was fine, but you know just a bit uncomfortable for a while. But I LOVE the way back! It was still cloudy but it feel like the set of Game of Thrones somehow with all the mist and the clouds. It took us 3 hours to get down from the mountain because we stopped a lot, waiting for the cloud to leave so we could see the view. Eventually we did. The view of mountain and lake surrounding Batur was pretty stunning. I stood there in silence for a while, can’t remember the last time I feel this…relaxed? And at the same time I also feel like sharing this view to someone I feel so dearly. But oh well.


Down in the forest, it gets better. The sun was there, and it made everything looks greener than it should be. We even discovered a hidden Pura! It was a bit like Tomb Raider scene, only smaller. Then after we get out from the forest, we could see the top of Mount Batur from below. We were there! It was unbelievable. And that is one of the amazing thing about climbing a mountain, when you see the top of the mountain from different perspective, you can help but thought,”Wow, I WAS there. How did I get there?”


We reached the hostel at 10.30. We changed to our bathing suit and dipped in the hot spring again. That was the best feeling in the world, when you feel all your muscle screaming and you calmed it down with hot water..fucking amazing.

Then I remember I have to drive back to Kuta for another 4 hours.

Hot, Steamy One Night Stand

“If you like big cities, you should see Hong Kong. It’s one of my favorite place in Asia!”

That’s what he said. So then when I had the chance (and limited day off from work), without hesitate I booked ticket to HK after I traveled from Mumbai, India.

I only have 20 hours in Hong Kong. That means not much to see. I wouldn’t mind though; all I wanted was to see the city skyline from Victoria Harbour. That’s all.

I was going to say that HK is a prove that love at first sight does exist. I do fell in love with the city just when step my foot on its land. My fondness grew gradually as I see the tall-high buildings surrounded by mountains. But saying that would be such a naiive judgement. Β Actually, because I only have 20 hours in the city, it might best to describe my experience as a hot, steamy one night stand.

Because that’s what it is. A brief time in HK, I feel like falling in love with a super hot guy I met for one night stand. It’s adventurous, fun, exciting, everything looks shimmering and promising. That’s how I feel about HK; it’s like I could live there forever. The lights of the city took my breath away. I was stunned when I saw the city’s skyline from Victoria Harbour. Food? Oh God, beyond amazing. I like the weather (it was mid-march and raining all day), I like the people. I like how HK can mix the old-school with modern way. I keep thinking about how I wanted to live here someday, how I could see myself moving to HK.

But then again, everything does look perfect if you only look at it in a glance. Like the hot guy you had one night stand with, you’d think he’s the perfect guy for you. Smart, attractive and great in bed. You feel like having him as your partner in life. But that’s because you only know him briefly. You don’t know what could push his button, what makes him tick.. It all seems good and perfect, because you haven’t got the chance to know him better.
So yeah, (seems like my writing is going nowhere here) my conclusion is that I can’t judge with only one, short visit. So HK, I’ll be back for more.

((Boy I wish I could say the same for *other* things πŸ˜‰ ))

It’s love, It’s Hate. It’s Mumbai

It was 10.30 pm Mumbai time (GMT+5) or one and half hour behind Jakarta. I just landed in Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai, after five hours flight from Singapore. I remember I barely sleep on the plane (I’m not going to mention the name of the airline but I can tell you that it’s not what you take for long flight), dog-tired and terribly hungry; I didn’t touch the Indian food they served on the plane.

Long queue at the immigration gate, of course. My drowsy eyes spot on few people overtaking my line..HEY! I was too tired to even yell at them. Another foreigner on the line next to mine looked at these people quizzically for a moment..then they decided to just move to the front of the line because apparently that is what everyone is doing–if you want to get out of the immigration gate fast.

My immigration staff wasn’t nice. Maybe he’s tired because he have to work until late at night, stamping on stranger’s passport, trying to see if they made any mistake. He looked at my passport, my visa..then look at me again, look back at the passport. He’s tapping on the counter. I just stood there. “HEY! put your fingers here!”, he said. Well jeez, I don’t know if that’s what you meant with the tapping, mister.. he looks frustrated. I keep thinking about what am I going to eat after getting out of this airport. Hell, I might not be able to get out from this airport at all, this guy at the immigration seems to hate me so much he might as well just sent me back to Jakarta with the next plane..but no, he stamped my passport and here I am in Mumbai, India.

How do I start with Mumbai? I was there as an invitation from a friend. Never, even in my wildest dream, I’d imagine to be in the capital industry of India. But that was probably my only chance to visit India, so there I was. I done a lot of research before coming to the city; what would I expect to see, how’s the food, how’s the people, everything.. and my friend, Mumbai is definetely something you’ve never seen before.

I work and (sort of) live in Jakarta, a megapolitan, the largest city of Indonesia and one of the most populous urban agglomerations in the world with 9.607.787 population (2010). I know what big city is like; chaos, crowded, noise, pollutions, bad traffic everywhere.. I had that all in Jakarta and I thought that’s worse enough. But no, not until you see Mumbai.

Used to known as Bombay (which then famous with the term ‘Bollywood’–Bombay Hollywood), Mumbai is the most populous city in India; one of the most populous urban regions in the world with a population of 20.7 million as of 2011. Lies on the west coast of India with major seaport, Mumbai claimed the title of industrial (and also entertainment) capital of India. At a glance, you can say that Mumbai is pretty much like Jakarta.

Just wait until you step your foot out on its road.

The weather is pretty much different; Mumbai has a tropical climate and I was there on March where it’s practically still summer with temperature everyday reach 38 celcius degree. The traffic? Oh boy, you’d think Jakarta is a road heaven after you see how it goes in Mumbai. Basically it’s jammed everywhere, with cars moving to God knows where. Everyone is honking. Rickshaw, taxi, cars, cow, everything is on the road. The people? All I see is men walking in group–though my friend said they probably not in a group, because it’s so crowded that they look like belong to a group–stared, because you look different (but it’s safe, they won’t do anything to you, just use your common sense). Slums everywhere, even next to the fanciest apartment–there’s even slums just by the international airport!

So yeah, after the first three hours in Mumbai I can’t wait to get back to Jakarta. But no, I have to spend another 19 hours and two days before I can get on a plane out of the city. So I have to bear with it.

Turns out, Mumbai did grew on me. I spent my first afternoon in the south part of the city, where the museums and galleries are. They are AMAZING. I was in Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya (Prince of Wales Museum), three-story museum in a british colonial building with astonishing collections. Hands down, the best museum I ever visited. The south area where the museum lies is really worth to visit; if you like old buildings and galleries, they also have schools, university and old train station, all in art deco british colonial style building.


Pay a visit to Bandra, a suburb in West Mumbai, home to many Bollywood actors and Indian’s famous personalities. Is one of the best area in Mumbai, less slum and the neighbourhood seems pretty friendly. I remember walked in a crowd gathering in a front of a house that apparently.. a Shah Rukh Khan’s. Yep, that legendary actor.

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Shah Rukh Khan’s house

I wouldn’t recommend you to visit the beaches in Mumbai but you must. Just you know, don’t go in the water. But the beaches quite interesting; I mean where else can you see cows lying on the sand, enjoying the warm sun? And the city’s skyline overlooking the beach’s promenade? Can’t say a word. My favorite thing about the city indeed.

So yeah, Mumbai is a chaos. It’s a mess, not for the faint-hearted. But doesn’t mean it’s not worth to see, or even (I’m being really honest here) to love. It’s easy to love something beautiful and perfect like white-sand-blue-sea beach somewhere in Thailand or Bali, it’s like when you see a beautiful girl, you’d instantly fall in love with her well because obviously, she’s easy on the eye. But to love something that is messy and tangled and chaotic like Mumbai or Jakarta? It’s hard, man. You gotta find something deep inside of that mess, some silver lining. And when you do, it’ll eat your heart out. Loving a city means digging every part of it patiently until you’re buried in its mess–and you don’t want to get out of it eventually.

To be honest, I’m still in a love-and-hate relationship with Mumbai. I can’t say I love it but I do want to get back there someday. That’s the beauty of the city, no matter how much you think you can’t stand it.. you’ll always want to see how to find out how to love it. As long as you can bear it πŸ™‚

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Mumbai’s city skyline

2016: A year to Go

Damn I left this blog too long. And even worse, my last post is a cheesy piece about shattered heart (which I am totally over it right now. No, really.)

So. Happy New Year 2016! Mine start with something good and I hope so will you. When I re-visited this blog, I feel guilty for not being able to write as much as I used to. Not trying to blame anything but I haven’t travel much either these past few months.

But I was having some greatest moment in terms of traveling though. Back in September I was sent to Seoul to write about the business tourism activity of the city. Met lots of great journalists from all over Asia, build good network with them and it was a really fantastic journey eventhough most of the time I was working and don’t get to see around the city much. Seoul was my first time going out of South East Asia and it was very memorable trip, it’s a really fantastic city, great food, I hope I can come back to Seoul again someday.

Then what else…oh, for my annual birthday trip I went to Bali in October. I spend almost nothing for the trip; my airline ticket is free, I got free stays in five-star hotels (in exchange of writing) and also free transportation. So that was very relaxing, I get all the best thing a girl could have and spend my birthday on the beach all day. Got lots of surprise as well, so it was a pretty awesome day.

I think about how much I travel in 2015 compare to 2012-2014. I didn’t go out that much, not like in the previous year where almost every month I visit some place new. Aside from that my job no longer allowed me to travel as much (and I just moved to new place that even require me to stay in the city all year long), I think I just kind of lost passion to visit places.

So, for 2016.. I want to get back to that. Be more ambitious about traveling, visit new places, get out more. I end 2015 with feeling a little bit hollow inside (even though that was a good year, I had fun–perhaps even too much) and maybe going to lots of place just what the doctor ordered. I want to go back to Vietnam, see art exhibition in Singapore, celebrating my birthday in Nepal and visit more and more beach.

Happy 2016, may all our wishes comes true!

(photos will be updated soon)

 

To Mend The Broken Heart

Setiap orang punya cara berbeda untuk menyembuhkan patah hatinya. Ada yang menenggak berbotol-botol alkohol hingga batas realita dan impiannya musnah. Ada yang bekerja pagi hingga malam supaya tak ada jeda kosong di pikirannya. Ada yang pergi sejauh-jauhnya, seakan berlari dari si pembuat patah hati bisa membuat semuanya akan baik-baik saja pada akhirnya. Itu saya.

Patah hati itu seperti luka di lutut; susah sembuhnya. Saya ingat waktu kecil setiap jatuh karena berlari-larian di jalan dan membuat lutut terluka, Ibu selalu melarang untuk menyentuh luka itu. “Kalau dipegang, nanti tidak sembuh-sembuh dan jadi borok” Namanya juga anak kecil, nasehat Ibu hanya mampir saja di kuping. Dan ternyata kebiasaan memegang luka, membuatnya sulit sembuh itu tidak hilang hingga dewasa.

Tiga bulan ini saya dibuat uring-uringan karena si patah hati. Bulan pertama, saya ‘lari’ ke negara tetangga, memuaskan diri dengan belanja dan bersenang-senang supaya gak bandel dan bikin si luka patah hati kebuka lagi. Berhasil, tapi akibatnya tabungan liburan saya yang harusnya bisa untuk pergi setiap bulan hingga Mei jadi kandas. Akibatnya di bulan kedua saya harus rela gigit jari.

Di akhir bulan kedua, saya udah gak tahan lagi. I really need to get out from this city, but I have no money. Ditambah hp saya rusak, jadi pemasukan langsung habis untuk itu. Tapi kemudian ada tawaran dari teman untuk menyambangi si Prau di Jawa Tengah dengan bujet yang minim.

Tanpa pikir panjang saya langsung mengiyakan tawaran itu. The idea of leaving Jakarta for a few days with a couple of friends seems a good plan before I’m going crazy. Sayangnya saat hari H keberangkatan, hampir semua teman saya membatalkan kepergian. Hanya tinggal saya dan Doddy.

Saat itu, bisa saja saya bilang sebaiknya perjalanan ke Prau dibatalkan saja. Tidak ada uang, untuk apa pergi kalau sepi? Tapi dorongan untuk pergi dari ibukota begitu besar, hingga saya pun akhirnya tetap nekat untuk pergi.

10 jam perjalanan kereta dari Pasar Senen ke Purwokerto, dilanjutkan 2 jam perjalanan bus ke Wonosobo kemudian 1 jam ke Patak Banteng, Dieng yang merupakan pos pertama pendakian Prau berhasil mengalihkan otak saya dari Jakarta. Apalagi ternyata trek mendaki Prau dari Patak Banteng yang begitu berat untuk saya yang pendaki pemula ini benar-benar membuat otak tak sempat berpikir apapun selain bagaimana caranya agar mencapai puncak dengan selamat.

Setelah tiga jam setengah berjalan di trek yang nyaris tanpa bonus (jalan mendatar), akhirnya saya sampai di puncak Prau (2560 mdpl). Cuaca cerah dan badan lelah menyambut kedatangan saya di Prau yang saat itu ramai orang berlong weekend. Hingga saat itu otak dan hati saya masih aman.

Malam hari, saat bersantai sambil makan malam tiba-tiba penjuru camp berteriak girang sambil menunjuk langit. Bintang. Puluhan, bukan, ratusan bintang bertebaran dengan manisnya di langit Prau yang cerah. Saya bisa melihat orion dengan jelas. Pemandangan luar biasa ini mengaktifkan lagi si luka yang belum tersentuh sejak 18 jam lalu. Shit. Saya teringat lagi…

If travel teach us how to see, how come everytime I go all I see is you?

Kejadian ini terulang di pagi hari saat menunggu matahari terbangun. Sudah nyaris pukul 06.00, tapi belum ada tanda-tanda mentari akan menampakkan dirinya. Kabut tebal menutupi pandangan di Puncak Prau, saat itu nampaknya mustahil bisa melihat si matahari terbit. Saat hampir menyerah menunggu sunrise, tiba-tiba saja angin meniup pergi kabut. Matahari muncul malu-malu di tengah awan di atas perbukitan camp pendaki. Sinarnya yang masih sedikit tertutup kabut menampakkan sedikit panorama Gunung Sindoro dan Sumbing di kejauhan. Pemandangan cantik ini tidak berlangsung lama, hanya 30 menit dan sialnya selama setengah jam itu yang saya pikirkan adalah betapa saya ingin dia ada saat itu juga untuk melihat luar biasanya pemandangan itu.

IMG_0006 (2) IMG_0013 (2) Processed with VSCOcam with kk2 presetBecause you know you love someone so dearly if everytime you’re in a beautiful places, you wish them were there to see it with you.

Jadi ternyata sejauh-jauhnya saya ‘lari’ ke gunung masih belum bisa bikin sembuh juga si patah hati..mungkin selanjutnya harus menyelam ke laut? πŸ™‚

A Girl and Her Dream

Setiap perempuan punya mimpi yang berbeda. Ada yang bermimpi bertemu pangeran impiannya, ada juga yang bermimpi ingin keliling dunia. Some girls dream about being a successful career woman, while some longing to be a good wife for her little family.

Untuk sepupu saya, salah satu dari mimpinya sederhana: ingin memeluk gajah.

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Sepupu saya, Dini Akbari, suka sekali dengan gajah. Saya tidak ingat sejak kapan, tapi saya tahu kamarnya penuh dengan gajah dalam berbagai macam bentuk. Ia punya boneka gajah yang dinamakannya Momos, dan masih banyak lagi barang-barang kecil berbentuk mamalia darat terbesar di dunia ini. Teman dan keluarganya tahu itu, dan setiap kami melihat mainan/merchandise gajah, pasti tak lupa membelikan untuknya. Saya ingat dia pernah menangis terharu saat saya mengirimkan video bayi gajah sedang berlarian di Kebun Binatang Ragunan yang saya rekam saat sedang meliput kesana. She just really in love with the elephant. Puncak kecintaannya adalah ingin memeluk gajah, tidak hanya sekedar melihatnya dari balik kandang di kebun binatang.

Kemana lagi melihat gajah di alam liarnya, kalau bukan di Taman Nasional Way Kambas, Lampung? Sudah lama sekali ia ingin mengunjungi taman nasional tertua di Indonesia tersebut, tapi sayang waktu belum mengizinkan. Hingga akhirnya, atas keputusan yang sangat impulsif, libur long weekend Natal kemarin ia memutuskan untuk mewujudkan mimpinya, ke Way Kambas.

So off we go then. Me, Dini, and her sister, Amie. It’s been a while since the three of us went traveling, due to our busy days of working. Sepanjang jalan, bahkan sebelum pergi, sepupu saya sudah membayangkan apa yang akan ia lakukan nanti di Way Kambas. Memeluk bayi gajah, berfoto dan bermain bersama.

Dari Bandar Lampung menuju Way Kambas hanya dibutuhkan waktu dua jam berkendara. Semakin dekat dengan tujuan, wajah sepupu saya semakin terlihat senang. “Uni deg-degan,” ujarnya. Saya tahu perasaan itu, perasaan ketika jarak antara mimpi dan kenyataan hanya tinggal sejengkal saja πŸ™‚

Sampailah kami di Way Kambas. Awalnya agak kecewa, karena di area pengunjung hanya terlihat gajah tunggangan, tidak ada gajah liar. Apa bedanya Way Kambas dengan Ragunan?

Tapi kemudian kami melihat satu anak gajah di dekat danau. Sendirian, tanpa pawang, berjalan kesana kemari. We approach him, and give him some food. Sepupu saya awalnya takut, tapi kemudian ia dengan berani mendekati gajah kecil ini dan memeluknya.. her dream do come true!

IMG_8873 Dan ternyata, di dekat danau masih banyak gajah-gajah liar lainnya. Semakin puaslah ia berfoto dan bermain bersama gajah-gajah ini. Sepanjang hari kami habiskan di Way Kambas, dan ia pulang dengan senyum lebar di wajahnya.

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Setiap perempuan punya mimpi yang berbeda. Ada yang bermimpi bertemu pangeran impiannya, ada juga yang bermimpi ingin keliling dunia. Some girls dream about being a successful career woman, while some longing to be a good wife for her little family.

Mimpi kami memang berbeda, but there’s one thing in common: That glowing smile when her dream comes true πŸ™‚

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