Since I wanted a little adventure , I decided to buy 2 tickets from two different airlines instead of 1 straight flight to the destination. That makes me the only person in my first flight who left the airport. Good bye Jason! Have fun with Brenda The Rapid Mouth! Hooraay... I'm free....
Unpatiently I searched for my belongings. Here are the things that showed up on the conveiyor belt (in a made up order):
- Regular brown bag
- Medium size package
- Upside down luggage
- Wheel chair
- Banana's rind
- Someone's left shoe
- Hat
- My travel bag
- Damn.. there's a sticky gum on it!
- Headless kid
- My backpack
- ... wait...
- Headless kid?
- Oh, there's his head, hidden under my backpack
- Black box
- Plane's wing....
My coworkers back home told me, "When you're there, just go straight to the ....(cut)... Hotel. Everything has been arranged for you."
+ May I help you, Sir?
- Yes, a reservation for Mr. Pribadi Prananta.
+ Wait a moment...
- (Aaaahh... a nice warm bath will soothe me up...)
+ I'm sorry, Sir. There hasn't been any reservation for Mr. Pribadi Prananta.
- Are you sure? Would you check it out again? I'm from ...(cut)...
+ A moment... Uhm well, there is your name, Sir...
- (Phew.... that was scary...)
+ .... but, it's for tomorrow......
After a long argue with the manager, I could finally get my room. Had a city view on my porch (yesss!) and a 21" TV with adult cables (double yesss!). Prepared for warm bath, unpacked my stuff, and found a right shoe.
DAY 3 - The Daredevil -
Why do many people afraid of the dark? It's a brainwash, I say. We've been lied since we were a kid. "Don't ever go near dark alone, kiddo. Or you'll ended up seeing ghosts, monsters, undead, zombies, man and woman fucking..."
If those words never came across our mind then why should we afraid of it, right?
It's equal to being alone in a strange big city. "Don't you ever go to the strange city alone, kiddo. Or you'll ended up getting lost..."
What's the connection between those two, you might asked. Well, I don't know! You figure it out yourself. The thing is, I do got lost in this city. I soon regret my act of being sok tahu (1).
I saw a technology exposition ad on a brochure. I decided to check it out. "It's easy. Just follow the direction on map. Read signs. Ask people. And I'm there," I said to myself.
But the problem is:
- I don't have a map
- I do need a new pair of glasses (the old one was lost in the plane and I didn't bring my soft lens)
- I rarely find someone who could speak in English
- I need some local money
The receptionist told me some ways to go there and back. Noted that on a piece of paper, put it in my backpack, and I'm off. What I didn't realize was a piece of paper could easily shred, especially when it gets wet. And here's a tip: Never EVER put a paper (with a life savior direction written on it) in the same pocket with your cold Pepsi's. You'll curse the dew drops!
The thing was fine on the way there. The show was great. Found a delicious eating spot. Got so tired. Time to go back to hotel. But... (What? Need more clues? Obviously the paper was torn apart, fool. No, I'm talking to myself...)
My limited memory only remembered some street names. As the result, I hit the room at 20.34 while I started all of this at 10.30 in the morning.
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(1) Bahasa for smart-pants, wiseacre, and me.
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