When I walked with them

Almost a view months, nearest a year, I am quite to wrote anything that I loved in this blog. I talk about traveling. Last time I crossing another country is in the middle of 2014. It was the time when I am going back home to my lovely country, Indonesia. Since that day, I always think on my mind, WHEN I will do it again? I felt that I got a toxic in my mind, and this toxic has pushed me for doing it again and again. Traveling for me is like a school, but of course in another meaning of school. My class became everywhere, my teacher became everyone, and my day became every time.

My great thankful belong to my God, to my Mom, to the people who already trust me with their heart. You know, become a person who trusted by everyone is a priceless. We need to keep it timeless. Some people that I met ask me about how I can go travel, mostly alone? Did my parents doesn’t worry about it? I said of course they do. But they are my amazing parents that I have. With their kindness, patience, and always believing if their girl is doing well out there, then they let me go. I felt that I am the lucky one in this case. So I never ever want to make them disappointed with me. And for all worries that we felt together, we are already know, our God is always with us. We trusted Him more than anything, to protect, to guiding, wherever we are.

Talking about the journey, I do agree if people said that “We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic to creativity. When we get home, home is still the same, but something in our minds has changed, and that changes everything”. That words is really meaningful to me. I always felt difference after I get home. The meaning of traveling is not about the destination anymore. Also, not about taking a hundred pictures of mine in different places. Now it’s change. For me, I enjoyed to met any other people around the world. In random places, in unpredictable condition, everything. We never know if sometime a simple word like “hi” in our first conversation, become a long story, friendship, brother, or partner in the end. Who’s know right? That’s why I fall more in love about traveling.

Now, when I wrote this, I just finished my 2016 journey in three different countries with a wonderful story. I met a lot of kind peoples in random places. People who sat next to me in the same flight, people who had a same room with me in the hostels, people that I met in the market, in the restaurant, in the same bus, train, taxi, boat, MRT, LRT, and any mode of transportation, till the people who helped me when I get lose in any situation I have done. What a journey!

I tell you a little part of my experience. Maybe one day I can forget your name, and I can forget about your face. But crossing my finger, I never want to forget about in which situation we met. Like Devi, a woman I met in the plane and she is pregnant at the time (may your baby and you is always healthy). Atikah, the student of University Kuala Lumpur who suddenly become my travel guide since our first met in GOKL bus and we have a good conversation almost a long day. Crytal, a woman in the same room in PODs who gave me a map and suggest me a route in KL. Keycee, Fiona, and Fish, the girls that I met in the same hostel. Akak Ierra, a woman that I met in the KTM station. We have same train to the airport on that day. I still remember about what she said to me at the first time when I got a little trouble to put my backpack down, “The bag is bigger than your body, huh?”, trust me, I still smiling till I wrote this again. Akak Dhewy, the girl that I met in KLIA, and we are waiting for our delay flight to DMK together (also with your Samsung group exactly). Muiz, a man that I met in the Butterworth bus station. He help me so much with his wifi connection, and also with the yummy curry pup in Sungai Bakap rest area.  You know, one fact that surprised me so much is, I become his first friend from Indonesia that he had. Hahaha (we never know about our God plan, right?). Charuchit, the girl who already help me to find the right way to Pattaya from BTS. Zana and her Mom, the girl that I met in Chatuchak weekend market. I never expected if a view days after that day, we meet again in your lovely country and you helped me so much with a lot of things. Kang Reza and his group from UPI Bandung (Bu Zaitun, Teteh, Pak Asep, Pak Gingin, Pak Mardan, and many more) who already “kidnapped” me in the same group like them, and gave so many advices to me. Kana, the girl from Japan that I met in the boat (wait me to visit your country one day, ok?). Akak Bulan and Bg Sabri, the people that I met in the Hua Lamphong train station. And after our first met and the second, I guess we become a partner (Aamiin), you know what I mean, don’t you akak?. Siti Fatimah Hadi, the girl that I never expected will be met in another country. Finally we see each other in the real world. Aaah, I can’t describe about you anymore. I am so happy that we spent a lot of day in Thailand together. Remember with the message they gave to us? “do not make a lot of noises” Hahaha! and you saving my life in that country (Thanks a lot dear). Uncle Chaivat, a man with his kindness who already host me for almost 9 days in his house. Uncle Money, a man who already help me when I can’t get my train from Padang Besar to KL Sentral, (I almost stressed on that situation). May we meet each other again someday. Fiola, a woman that I met in Pattaya bus station. I am happy that I was your first stranger friend for almost a week you came in Thailand, (and please visit my place if you can, I will give you the fresh coconut from the tree, and also the mangos, hahaha). Chaivorman, a man who already help me with the taxi at the victory monument. To bad that the bus already stopped at that time.(If you want to visit Borobudur, don’t be hesitate to contact me). Mbak Dhea and Fatimah, the girls that I met in the same hostel in SG, (I hope we can see each other again one day). 

See, all the people that I wrote in this blog is just a little part of my story. They coming with many backgrounds and then made my journey more beautiful and colored. Edith Wharton ever said, “One of the great things about travel is that you find out how many good, kind people there are”. And yes, now I found them already.
Thank you so much :)