I don't want anything else in life. But you are forcing me to look at wealth and at horizons that I have never known. Now that I have seen them, and now that I see how immense my possibilities are, I'm going to feel worse than I did before you arrived. Because I know the things I should be able to accomplish, and I don't want to do so.
The Alchemist

Here i am writing at 3 am in the morning, doing something that i have ignored for months. I haven't been writing anything for myself, i'm busy doing things that in aiesec term is called developing others. Somehow, i have forgotten to nurture myself along with the people that i love and care about. Writing this blog was my therapy, after sometimes, i started to think i dont need it anymore. Until tonight i kind of falling apart, and i have no one to confide to but myself.

Sadly, but i never had time to talk to my own self. The old me could never be that kind of person. The old me was melancholic, the old me always have so much time to think about her feeling. I'm still impulsive though. I just miss the clueless version of me who is trying to impress others but think that she can't never do it, so she just had fun with her life. I went through this blog page, i was that kind of person who prioritize friendship and worship my own happiness. That stupid version of me who is fading.

The thing about the current me is, she knows what she can do and she knows how to impress others. And once the feeling of being able to prove something to others struck you, it's addicting. the kind of placebo that please you fleetingly. I am so busy, doing this and that. I found my passion, I want to work for those who is unlucky and need help.  But the questions haunt me, what if i forget about my self? what if i ran too fast and i forget to stop by to see my own life. i forgot to think that everyone have their own race and speed, and people would finally get tired of trying to follow me. They would actually run in a different path with me. But i will not realized it until i stop to see no one's left, i have no choice but to run my own race, against myself, i dont have anyone but me.

Because it does feel so homesick.You go day by day and everything feels the same. But when you look back, you're surprised of how much things have changed.....

go beyond the mountain

so long as i remember, i always have my 3 betsfriends stick for me. Prita, Alyani, and Kiki are my truly sunshine. they are the kind of bestfriends that you would want to scream out loud "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?" or "I'D KILL YOU IF YOU EVER GO" something like that. So we've been through pretty much everything. College, Dorm, Hometown, Bali, but not yet with Mountain. Well, since alyani now joined PALAWA (pecinta alam in Unpad) and everyone in instagram is crazy about Indonesia's nature so i came out with the idea (basically i'm always be the one who comes with a plan) to go to Papandayan. It's located in Garut which is pretty near from our city Jatinangor.

After planning this and that, finally 3 months ago Me, Allyani, Prita, Kiki, Rivel, Abe, and Guruh started our journey. We still need the boys though :p We rented the tent only, beause we borrow other stuff such us carrier bag, cooking tools, mountain shoes, raincoat, etc from our friends. We bought food for 2 days and we went there with Angkot. From Cileunyi to Garut Terminal only costs 26.000 rupiah each person. There was an incident in Garut where our angkot driver fought with other drivers and we were stuck for 1 hour in that place and it's already 2 pm (the latest time to hike the mountain is at 5 pm). We were all furious and panic at the same time. Eventually we arrived at 3 pm near the mountain. We hitchhicked a truck towards the foot of the mountain (each person pay 15.000 rupiah). It started to rain and we were hopeless because the guard said there is no place left for camping on the top of the mountain. We decided to still hike the mountain with whatever condition. After half hour, the rain stopped and because it's weekend so many people hiked with us together. The road is bumpy with mountain rocks but what worse is many puddle along the way. And the post-rain condition turns the soil into sludge, We have to be really careful because the road is slippery. But i believe when it's not a rainy season, this mountain would be so easy to be hiked. We arrived near Pondok Saladah after 2 hours, since i wear football shoes my feet were being pain in the ass. Because Pondok Saladah was full of people, we camped near the entrance. It's already 5.30 so we immediately made our tent. I was the one who queue for water, Alyani Guruh Abe built 2 tents, Kiki and Rivel prepared to cook Indomie. We had a good teamwork even when were tired and starving.
At 6 it is totally dark and cold, we ate Indomie with Kornet and it tastes excellent. We made tea and sat together outside our tents. When it's cold enough, we got into the tent (7 people in one small tent for 4 people). We played card and we were so noisy while everybody else were sleeping. I couldnt stop laughing. When it's time to sleep, i snnuggled with Rivel because i couldnt stand the cold. I used sleeping bag and blanket as well. Well, because our tent located on the entrance, so everytime a group of people entering the camp area, we were awaken. I couldnt sleep and this funny thing happen where Kiki always farts and we all almost died of the stink smell and had to open the tent. Me and Rivel decided to have a small talk instead of sleeping, we opened the tent window and looked at the moon. Honestly, I never think moon is beautiful. I always think it's just a white circle in the sky. But this time is different, i leaned my head on Rivel's chest and i can see white circles surrounded the full moon. It's so beautiful i didnt feel the cold anymore. I finally fell asleep, i guessed i was smiling because i'm just plain happy to be surrounded by people i care the most.

We woke up at 5am and got ready to hike to the top of the mountain. We left our stuff at the tent. Along the way, the view was even more beautiful. We saw the road we hiked yesterday from far. We passed by many colorful tents and we were grateful that we didnt tent in the middle of the area because it would be even more noisy. After 1 hour and a half, we arrived in Hutan Mati (it's called death jungle because all the trees have no leaves). It's beautiful to see acculturation between black trees, white soil, and blue sky. We could see other mountains from where we sat. We ate breads and the sun started to rise. We wanted to go to Tegal Alun to see the Edelweiss Garden but it took another 1 hour with harder track than before. Alyani and Abe decided to go back to then, so it's onlt the 5 of us. The situation was quite tense because we were confused whether to continue or not. The track is very uphill and narrow. Guruh and Rivel took care of us, the girls stayed on the middle. I almost got tripped when trying to grab the cliff. And i'm a bit paranoiac because i'm afraid of height and the track is close to the gorge. But we finally got there, it's like a very vast savannah with Edellweis plants all over the place. The sun was really hot but i'm happy to be able to get there. We took thousand of photos i almost feel we had a photoshoot. We ran out of water so we save for everyone a bit. Well, teamwork is really being tested at this kind of situation. It took another 1 hour and a half to get into our tent. On our way back down, we actually play "guess the song" it's so crazy thah we actually sang and another hiker followed us to sing. It's good to meet many people though, they are so nice and always smile. On the tent, i can barely feel my feet. And i have to pee near the trees, it was a really unforgettable experience. Alyani Kiki and Prita helped to cover me from other hikers, but i'm still panicking everytime i heard something. I couldnt imagine to stay there more than 2 days.
After eating indomie and sarden, it started to raining hard. We waited inside the tent but it's leaking so our stuff is soaked too. I'm so stressed. We did everything to hold back the water. I held the upper side of the tent for like half an hour. But after an hour we decided that we couldnt wait until it stopped, we would miss our bus to Jatinangor. So we tidy up our tent under the rain. I didnt have raincoat so Rivel lent it to me and he only wore double jacket. I felt so sorry. I knew how much he want to sacrifice for me. When we walked down the road, it started to stop. I think the rain has just make fun of us. We made funny video along the way and i couldnt stop laughing. Well this trip has been so hilarious.

After 2 hours and a half, we finally arrived at the foot mountain. I met some passerby who want to hike to the top of mountain. I made fun of some people who wear jeans, it must be such a pain in the ass. We sat on the back of the truck for 1 hour and finally arrived at the big road, we paid another 15.ooo rupiah. We ate on the nearest restaurant and change clothes. It's already 5 pm. At 6 pm we rent another angkot to Garut Terminal for 25.000 rupiah each person. We shared the angkot with other strangers so it''s cheaper.

When we arrived, the real shit happens. Because it was long weekend, all the bus is full. And the primajasa that we want to take is no longer operated at that time (7pm). Each of us only have like 50.000 rupiah left. And it's started to raining lightly. I'm exhausted so i let the boy take care everything. We wanted to rent an angkot but it's too far and they said there's a big traffic jam on the way to Jatinagor so everyone said no. And we want to rent a car with its driver but he asked for a very overrated price. It;s like 70.000 each person and he only want to take us to Cileunyi. I'm so angry at that time. Indonesian people and their fucking smart way of using the condition. Their using our bad luck. We bargained for a long time but really i didnt want to spend a penny for that driver. Somehow a bus pass by and we asked their direction. they said we can come along but we have to sit on the floor. Well, it's a better choice because it's already 9 pm. So me, alyani, prita sat on the very back of the bus. we sat on near the back window among the baggage. It's so freaking funny. The boys sat on the alley. Even abe laid down because he's too tired. The four of us talked about this tragedy and laughed. I mean we're all tired, freezing, starving but we made it somehow. It took 3 hours to arrive in Cileunyi because we stuck on the traffic. We paid for only 30.000 per person. Another test happen when we bargain the Ojek to get to our dorm, they put a very high price because it's traffic all over Jatinangor. We had to walk quite far to finally get a good price ojek. Me and Kiki shared one ojek with our stuffs. It's funny we even had to borrow money from Guruh. We arrived at our dorm at 1 AM and eat like crazy before go to sleep. Just DONT ever go anywhere far on LONG WEEKEND HOLIDAY.

Well this trip has taught me more that i expected. I was just expecting a regular trip but here i can see from among my friends. Who is weak, who is strong, who is selfish, who always think of others. You can see much of people's character on this mountain trip. I was angry a few times to Rivel because he left me behind. I mean Abe never left Kiki behind. But then i just realized that i'm being spoiled and the boys should take care of all the girls not just me. I'm not such a weak person but i just dont like being left behind. Well, everyone has different kind of expectation and priority. And when you went with your bestfriends, you can see their nature. Prita turns out to be stronger than Alyani, Guruh the one who sacrifice the most to bring the heaviest bag. Rivel was the one who bargain the angkot when everyone else is too tired. Kiki is my mate when we were both too tired. Abe always walked the last behind the girls. Alyani is the one who gave us the direction. I'm grateful though for this trip, i wouldnt want to have it with any other people. Each person only spent 200.000 for this trip. So economic! See you on another trip!

The Road to become the Vice President

Everyone who's close to me has surely know that half of my life nowadays is spent for AIESEC. Whether going for meeting, finishing my aiesec assignment or just hanging out with other AIESECers. I have ambitions in AIESEC and I talk a lot it to people around me. I think of AIESEC as something more than an organization to develop my leadership skill but also a comfortable place where I meet people who care about this organization and willing to do and sacrifice as much as me. It's easy for me to get along with people in AIESEC because we have the same vision and mission. It's so hard to answer when people ask "are you crazy to sacrifice your money, time, and energy for this organization? what do you actually get?" well what I get is not something that I can explain. but if you have known me for a long time, you can sense the difference. besides the soft skill like management, finance, marketing, sales, human resources, which how important it is to run an organization and project. but mostly I learn about my value in life, what is my value? Value is the thing that we hold on the most in life to measure our success. I realize that my values are commitment, open-mindedness, and passion. I learn about the things that I'm good at and bad at because I get the chance to experience many areas in this organization. I was once in charge of marketing, the other time I was the manager who is demanded to know my staff's needs, I work with many foreigners or have to do presentation and give education to many people.

My current position in AIESEC Bandung is Manager of IGCDP 2014/2015, recently I just got elected as Vice President of IGCDP 2015/2016. I started my journey in AIESEC a year ago as Exchange Participant to Poland. I volunteered in a GCDP project. My job is to teach English to Kindergarten Children. I applied merely because of my fondness of English. Eventually, what I got during the project surprises me. I struggled not only with the language differences but also culture, food, weather (it was winter), and many more. The good thing is that I'm not alone because there's also Exchange Participants from other countries. I got the pleasure of knowing new things, new habits, new places, new personalities, which are totally different with mine. It was the first time in my life I had to depend on strangers, people that I just knew for few days already felt like family to me. As the only child in the family, going abroad and living with host family for 6 weeks are something that I call self-achievement.  AIESEC GYAP has taught me two essential things; cultural understanding and independence. I went home with many urges to develop myself since I have known my ability to do things outside my comfort zones. 

That is when I got an offer to be Organizing Committee President for Winter Project 2014. This is my first IGCDP experience, I wanted to give people the life-changing experience like mine. Let me explain about my functional IGCDP which stands for Incoming Global Community Development Program. This functional responsible to make projects that give positive impact to society as one of AIESEC goal. This project is non-profit and the duration is 6 weeks. We invite Exchange Participants from many countries to become a volunteer to teach and give people awareness about education, environment, entrepreneur, or health. This way they also learn about our country and culture. The youth who participated in this program, will get the opportunity to do social activities in the country of his/her choice in accordance with their background skills or issues they are interested in. Unlike exchange student in general that focus on academics.One project only has 5-7 Organizing Committees. We offer to other NGO or company who wants to be our partner, we find a living place for them such as host family or dorm, we interview them and send them invitation letter to the embassy. We also have to give them clear job desk such as making the presentations for students, teaching about recycle to people, or making a business canvas model for small- medium enterprise. For us and them it's really challenging. Unfortunately, my manager left before the project realization. The 6 weeks project became the most stressful, challenging, tiring, and precious period in my life because I have to deal with 20 foreigners. I learn about stress management, project management, team- management, leadership, and even about public relation. I met many inspiring partners and more I saw with my own eyes what impact I could give to those people who have the lack of awareness. I applied to be the manager simply because I know how it feels to have an irresponsible leader and I don’t want anyone in AIESEC feels that way anymore because I owe AIESEC a lot. 

What is driving you to continue in AIESEC? What do you want to take out of this experience?

As a human being, I was in a constant search about something big that I can do to prove myself. I really hate being underestimated, but I realize making mistakes is inevitable. I joined AIESEC as an amateur, but now I have developed so much through the inner and outer journey. And importantly because I am given the chance and no one underestimated me in this organization. This is what driving me to continue because I love this environment. 

What does AIESEC mean for you as a person?

AIESEC means as a learning platform for me, practically and theoretically. When I was an Exchange Participant, I learn to live outside of my comfort zone. When I was an Organizing Committee President, I learn to work under pressure. When I was a Manager, I learn about managing my team. I continuously discover my capability. I have never been this challenged in my life before I joined AIESEC.

What is the most memorable moment within your team in AIESEC? And why you choose these experiences as your memorable moment?

The most memorable moment which really encouraged me happened when I became an Organizing Committee President. This is my first experience in IGCDP and I have so much of new things to learn in a brief time, at the same time I have to lead my team and making decisions. During the second week of the project, all the exchange participants complained about the project timeline, the dorm, and also the financial problem. Me and my Ocs worked under very much pressure to achieve their expectation. Until they threatened to leave the project, me and my team had a meeting in the middle of the night. We all almost cry and I felt so demotivated, I almost decided to run away from the project. But my heart told me to support my teammates because if not me then who else? I called my current VP and she calmed me down and gave me suggestion. All my team members are afraid to talk to the EPs, so I came forward to the EP, overcoming my own fear. I learned that being a leader not only about achieving goals, but also encourage your team mates.

What are you future plans describe your future path and how possession as a VP will help you in achieving your further goals?

I plan to take my master degree abroad with scholarship. Afterward, I plan to work in a newspaper as an international journalist which require me to travel around the world and meet people with different nationalities. In the end, I want be a writer that inspire a lot of people. By becoming vice president, I will be working in bigger scale where I will be attending conferences and managing international relationship. As in IGCDP, I will be demanded to know the current problem of society and conduct a project that spread positive impact. This experience working in diversity will help me survive while studying abroad and my awareness of social problems will contribute in my career as a journalist.

The story above pretty much sums up what I learn from AIESEC and my passion for IGCDP. From this workload AIESEC has given me, I am in the process of knowing myself. I have a few reasons why finally become the VP.  I want to provide people a volunteer experience which not only qualified but also inspiring.  I want to help many people to understand this organization is not just about exchange but it able to develop them. Last but not least, I want to spread positive impact to the society. This might sound cliché for you, but not for me. As I’ve seen the smile on the children’s face or the excitement of Bandung people when they are encountered with the exchange participants. This is particularly why I choose IGCDP. I know that IGCDP might not have the biggest impact, but it has the indirect impact to the organizing committees, exchange participants, partners, and society.  I believe that even the smallest thing can be big if it's executed sustainably and consistently.

a glimpse of a small village in garut

This might be the first time your heard about Samudrajaya, a village located alongside the Rancabuaya Beach. The village which is located in the South itself takes 4 hours roadtrip from Garut city.Samudrajaya was formed 3 years ago. They were part of Caringin Village, but due to imbalanced governance, Samudrajaya is finally given their own otonomy. As a student in University of Padjadjaran, I must finish my 30 days community service in this village. Our aim is to learn from the community and create social mapping. Here we go, 20 students from different faculties attempt to observe the problems in this small remoted area.I actually live in front of the beach.

This village is parted into 4 districts. I lived in District 1 which is located in the roadside. But District 2, 3, and 4 are located 45 minutes up to the hill. The terrain is steep and narrow. And worse, the road is rocky and dangerous. Somehow the government has not done anything about it yet. I actually heard rumors from the people of the village itself that the government has given fund to repair the road. But it got into the pocket of some irresponsible people. Can you imagine hundreds of people live without clear access to their area? Everyday, the men go downhill with motorcycle or truck. They are bringing overweight loads to be sold in the city which is so dangerous. Their job is mostly farmers and fisherman, the rest work in another city or even in other countries as TKI. Besides ricefields, they have this very rich resources of cornfield. The nature is honestly breathtaking as you can see hills, greenfields, beaches, and rivers altogether.    

The education in this area is really sad. They only have 3 elementary schools and 2 middle schools which have no easy access at all. I walk the rocky and bumpy road for almost 30 minutes to get there. Moreover, they dont have any high school nearly. This village does not really have much public transportation. Only 1 minibus once a day which goes right away to Garut. Otherwise, you can take Ojek with quite an expensive price due to the distance of each place. I went to 2 elementary schools. On the first one, the building has not finished yet. They do not have windows and door. So when the rain comes, the water will leak inside. The second school is decent but very dirty. Both have same problem: They are lack of teacher resources. Mostly the teacher comes late or does not come at all because they have another job to cover their living. The headmaster even ask us to teach because when we come the students were left with nothing to do. Due to the change in curriculum, the school needs to change the books. And they are still waiting for the fund from government. While waiting, all they can do is teach the basic lesson. Surely, they dont have english teacher. Why would they?

I will give my view as a English Major student. Initially, i was really excited to see how far the students here have known English. I have this expectation that they must have been hungry for english but have lack of resources. Since I was born, I have this mindset that English is really important if you want to be successful and considered. I am obsessed with English, I have native speaker teachers since elementary school. Unlike me, others student might have put English Major as their last option. Last year, I went to Poland for a 6 weeks voluntary program in a small village. I taught English to kindergarten children for the sake of my fondness of English. Back to the village, The kids does not aware at all of how importat english is. The elementary students barely know how to talk Indonesian. Sundanese is their first language. For the middle school, i dont see that much interest on study english. I mean, they dont even dare to dream of going to university due to distance and tuition problem. The teacher does give a few basic lesson of english but i dont think they take it seriously. I once asked the 7th grader,  “ How old are you?” And their answer was “ I’m fine, thank you. And you?”. I got really sad at that time and encourage them to learn English. They questioned to me of why they need english. Nevertheless, I also questioned that. Here in big cities, we have technology that require us to understand english. We have job opportunities that related with international world. We have movies, songs, and many other entertainment in english. And most importantly, we dare to dream of going outside this country. On the other side, these students dont need english to finish high school, to help their parents, or to get a job. Furthermore when almost all the important figures in the village speaks sundanese better than bahasa.

As much as i want this village to get all the facilities they deserve, i realize  not all of them ready to embrace it. For a few cases, i find that the people still reluctant with technology. My interview with the staff of the only Posyandu (health care) in the village tells me that the pregnant woman still prefer to do the labor with Mantri. Sadly, if they need to do caesar operation, these women must get in the truck and go through 45 minutes downhill followed with another 45 minutes to the nearest hospital. Eventho the posyandu provide anti-biotic, the people choose to buy illegal medicine from the weekly market when they are sick.Same problems happens with the farmers. There is an occasional education from the government. They are taught about farming system. I talk to one of the ricefielowner who successfully follows the system despite the fact she has to sacrifice a bit of her land.But her fellow farmer simply thinks it’s a waste of land For you info, the fields area in this village still has no legal certification for the farmer. It still belongs to the government which mean it can be taken from them anytime. 

This village can be said as a newborn baby. They are still trying to build a steady system and structure. Even the kantor kepala desa are still not finished yet. But my questions is how many of this kind of village in all over Indonesia? In java, who is known for it's advance infrastruture than any other island. This community service had me realized that things are still sad for Indonesia. And we who live in big cities can barely see a bit of it. Of the suffering and unfairness. I did help them with some charity, but i realize that i must write this down. Hoping that it would raise anyone's awareness and conscience about our country. 

nothing ever goes as it planned

This isnt the first time my plan trip jumbled like an abandoned pieces of puzzle. This is the second time i went to a trip with pretty much "we'll see what happen there". and dear traveler, god is the best tour guide. Back in europe, i missed my flight 2 times and i got lost so many times, i even lost my money, but i had the best experience ever. backpacking  does not always mean everything's cheap, i describe it as travelling and get along with another traveler in any way. exchanging experience and sharing cultures, realized you might never met them again. strangers are always a good story. I fall in love with travelling eversince

we had planned this trip for almost a month. the 8 of us. but the closer it gets, the unexpected schedule came cripping in. the misunderstanding and the disagreement attacking us. we're not always on the same platform. and i was the one that feel a little desperate that we're gonna make it. i tried not to be selfish and it's hard. because vacation is for relieving, and why should we go if something is taken us back from feeling relieved? anyhow, we decided to still go with a deal that Undira gonna come later, Rivel is coming with us, and April Aflah would go home earlier than us. the last day we decided not to book the car rent, my friend Arif would picked us up and became our driver. Everything is decided last minute.We hadnt even booked the hotel. We took the economy train and we're almost late because got stucked in traffic jam. The trip from Kiara Condong station to Lempuyangan Station took 8 hours. On the trip, the boys's cigarettes were taken by the train officer because they tried to smoke between the rail. It was oddly funny for us. We arrived in a breaking dawn, my back was hurt from the stiff economy seat but i am contented.

Arif is me and kiki's  senior high school friend, and we hadnt met for like couple of years. He took us to food stall in front of a cemetery, Soto Pak Man. i dont really like it though but it was cheap beyond sense. next we stopped by at arif's dorm to change our clothes before going to the beach. we were worn out.He is so nice! he got along with the boys quickly. we drive for 2 hours to Baron Beach. it was beaufitul with many green cliffs but sadly it was raining. The boys swam in the sea and the girls took photo. The wave was pretty seducing. when it stopped raining we decided to go to Sadranan Beach (there are so many beaches along the way to gunung kidul, from Baron to Sadranan only 15 minutes). Sadranan is way more beautiful, resemble bali. I cant believe jogja has this breathtaking coast.I will surely comeback to explore another beach. In Sadranan we all jumped into the sea, the sun is up, the wave is perfect, and the white sand is relaxing. It was a perfect way with my bestfriends and Rivel. I will tell about him later, but he's someone that is pretty special for me.
My face got red because i was alergic with sea water. He took care of me and comforted me. After a quick late lunch at the beach, we went back to the city. It was raining again at night, and we were looking for a hotel for a few hours but didnt find any. Everything is full booked on saturday night, what's left is expensive hotel. I was starving and confused. I was planned meeting with my senior high school friend, Stevani. She asked where we gonna stay and i said that we're in the middle of this confusion, and she offered us to stay at her house. We were desperate and we were thinking to stay one night at her house. But we turned out to stay there for the rest of our vacation. She and her boyfriend are our saviors! the power of friends! That night we ate padmanaba fried rice, we literally sat in a carpet on the pavement. we ate next to the traffic. my first experience, but you can find it everywhere in jogja. wow. we also tried Kalimilk (it's a cafe that sell various flavor of milk). Food is so cheap in Jogja, but the taste isn't disappointing at all!

 The next morning we went to Kraton Jogja (the palace) because jogja still actually has king and queen. We went with taxi because Jogja dont have any angkot or ojek. They have tramp but it's only in a few places. Becak also only can be found in public places. So our only option is taxi. The kraton is too ordinary but i enjoy walking around the city. It is so friendly. In Malioboro, we bought some souvenirs at Mirota shop, it is better if you're too lazy to bargain the price with the seller in the street. I found one ashtray for my dad for 20.000 rupiah but when i asked the same ashtray in the street they give me price for 60.000. So crazy huh?April, Aflah, and Rivel had to go back to Bandung :( so good bye :( Afterward, we had dinner at Ayam Ganther. It's also the same, we ate in the pavement. But the taste, it was HEAVEN. the grilled chicken with nut sauce, recommended!!! please go there if you're in jogja.

On Monday, we picked up Undira who had just come from Bandung. We went straight away to Taman Sari. It was a bathing place for king and queen hundred years ago. Nice place, but likely other historical places in indonesia, it's unorganized and decaying. It supposed to be very beautiful, if only the government preserved it better. From there, we drove to Pindul Cave. We did body rafting in the river. But it was raining and the river is brown colored. I didnt really enjoy it. At the cave, we saw beautiful stalactites which made from crystal, it was really dark. There are also bat nest right above our head. Honestly, i think this isnt really interesting and i just thank god that since it's weekday that i dont have to go through a long queue for such an average place like that.Sorry to say. At night, we had dinner at Ayam Ganther again! haha. I was bound to a heavy flu. My head is pounding and i hardly can breath. Later, we reunited with our high school friends who studied in Jogja. We ate dessert and literally blended with everyone. Such a great time. Special thanks to Stevani and her boyfriend who lend us the car and take us around the city. It's very nice of you.It feels good that your high school friends can join your college friends. 

Last day in Jogja, we went to Malioboro to do some shopping. But before, we had lunch at Ayam Geprek. It is so yummy, they chop the fried chichken with chili. Must try! I got 1 batik blazer with pretty good price. And the we bought some Bakpia in Merlino. Chocolate, cheese, and the best one is greentea flavor warm from the oven. Love! We took our stuff at the house and said goodbye to Stevani. Big thanks for letting us stay there for almost 4 days! Even thanks would not be enough. Whenever she comes to Bandung, we will surely treat her the best way we could! The house is really nice and comfy and she has been really helpful. I'm lucky;) We took the train at 8 pm and arrived at dawn. From kiara condong station we took 2 angkots to jatinangor (the blue one and the green one), we were utterly tired.

THAT'S A WRAP. SEE YOU IN ANOTHER JOURNEY!