I was doing nothing in front of my laptop when suddenly I realized that I haven't shared anything about my Turkey moments. Yep like literally ANYTHING. Oh my goodness beg your apologize please :") *agak lebay ya maap*
Just FYI for those who didn't know, I was staying in Turkey for 6 weeks in 2013's winter season from January till mid of February. It's my really first time to go abroad by myself, truly stood on my very own. So, here the story goes~
Saturday, January 6th. My journey started in Juanda airport, Surabaya, where I went to Jakarta from, accompanied with my daddy. But my really real own journey began in Soekarno-Hatta airport, Jakarta, where I should separate with Dad and entered the departure gate pushing my trolley full of luggage, all by myself! I couldn't hold my tears when hugging Dad, and he, as usual, acting so tough to give me more strength.
While queuing for the check-in, I was having a conversation with a French man who just finished his holiday here. He told about how lucky I am to be an Indonesian as we have wonderful nature, kind people, nice weather, beautiful culture, and etc etc etc. I've heard these kinds of things a lot, but I don't know, this one felt different. He continued telling his holiday story; he explored around the Java, from Bandung, Jogjakarta, till Bromo mountain which is near my home, also to Bali (for sure). He told how he loves the weather here that allowed him to freely wear his shirt & short with just a pair of slippers. "You must be thankful to be born as Indonesian", he said. And I was like.... slapped at the moment. It felt differently wow because I'am about to go to other country, leaving Indonesia. I surely can hardly describe it in words.. And right from that moment, I knew this would be an outstanding journey.
Oh! I forgot something. Before going in, I met a tall handsome guy that's so familiarly seen on tv. Marcel Chandrawinata! (actually I'm not really sure whether it's Marcel or Mischa, so just hope my guess is right) And when I'm handling my check-in stuffs, I saw another familiar guy who'll be in the same aircraft as mine; Gading Martin. Uhm, well okay maybe this isn't so important but I just wanna tell so yeah pardon me hahaha :))
Then I was walking through the airport to the waiting lounge waiting my boarding time. Spent my time by chatting and updating some status to ignore my nervousness. Somehow I felt like,, 'can I do this? All alone? Just by myself?'. But then I remembered all my struggle to reach this phase, and I gained another strength for this trip. Looking around; I was amazed and almost unbelievable that I was brave to do this all.
It's on twilight when I sat in the plane for Jakarta-Dubai flight, right beside the window; my favorite place of all time. A Spaniard lady wearing batik clothes and holding batik bag was sitting beside me. While waiting for the take-off, I asked some basa-basi question that she responded uninteresting, with such a terrible English. So I just like... 'well ok she doesn't wanna (and can't) talk with me so I should just stay quiet by myself'. Actually I was a bit disappointed because I really wanna spend my time really well and useful by having convo with strangers, but looked like in that airplane I wasn't lucky yet. I decided to spend the 8-hour-flight by utilizing (maximally) the audio-visual devices.
Just FYI for those who didn't know, I was staying in Turkey for 6 weeks in 2013's winter season from January till mid of February. It's my really first time to go abroad by myself, truly stood on my very own. So, here the story goes~
Saturday, January 6th. My journey started in Juanda airport, Surabaya, where I went to Jakarta from, accompanied with my daddy. But my really real own journey began in Soekarno-Hatta airport, Jakarta, where I should separate with Dad and entered the departure gate pushing my trolley full of luggage, all by myself! I couldn't hold my tears when hugging Dad, and he, as usual, acting so tough to give me more strength.
While queuing for the check-in, I was having a conversation with a French man who just finished his holiday here. He told about how lucky I am to be an Indonesian as we have wonderful nature, kind people, nice weather, beautiful culture, and etc etc etc. I've heard these kinds of things a lot, but I don't know, this one felt different. He continued telling his holiday story; he explored around the Java, from Bandung, Jogjakarta, till Bromo mountain which is near my home, also to Bali (for sure). He told how he loves the weather here that allowed him to freely wear his shirt & short with just a pair of slippers. "You must be thankful to be born as Indonesian", he said. And I was like.... slapped at the moment. It felt differently wow because I'am about to go to other country, leaving Indonesia. I surely can hardly describe it in words.. And right from that moment, I knew this would be an outstanding journey.
Oh! I forgot something. Before going in, I met a tall handsome guy that's so familiarly seen on tv. Marcel Chandrawinata! (actually I'm not really sure whether it's Marcel or Mischa, so just hope my guess is right) And when I'm handling my check-in stuffs, I saw another familiar guy who'll be in the same aircraft as mine; Gading Martin. Uhm, well okay maybe this isn't so important but I just wanna tell so yeah pardon me hahaha :))
Then I was walking through the airport to the waiting lounge waiting my boarding time. Spent my time by chatting and updating some status to ignore my nervousness. Somehow I felt like,, 'can I do this? All alone? Just by myself?'. But then I remembered all my struggle to reach this phase, and I gained another strength for this trip. Looking around; I was amazed and almost unbelievable that I was brave to do this all.
It's on twilight when I sat in the plane for Jakarta-Dubai flight, right beside the window; my favorite place of all time. A Spaniard lady wearing batik clothes and holding batik bag was sitting beside me. While waiting for the take-off, I asked some basa-basi question that she responded uninteresting, with such a terrible English. So I just like... 'well ok she doesn't wanna (and can't) talk with me so I should just stay quiet by myself'. Actually I was a bit disappointed because I really wanna spend my time really well and useful by having convo with strangers, but looked like in that airplane I wasn't lucky yet. I decided to spend the 8-hour-flight by utilizing (maximally) the audio-visual devices.
listening good music, watching films, playing games
Not forgetting to have a good meals and sleeping! Hahaha :))
Yummyyyy~
Sleep~ Sleep~ zzzzz..
Thank you Taylor Swift, Owl City, Coldplay, etc... also Hotel Transylvania and Radit-Jani (yes, Indonesian film) for accompanying my 8-hour-flight trip accros Jakarta to Dubai. ;)
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