Category: South East Asia
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<—-Kisah Sebelumnya Beranjak dari teras McDonald’s, aku melangkah menuju barat. Aku memilih jalur pedestrian sisi dalam untuk mendapatkan perlindungan dari rimbunnya pepohonan. Sempat terhenti si sebuah pertigaan, aku memperhatikan sekitar, mengamati setiap ujung dari ketiga jalan itu. Jalan ke arah kanan lebih menggoda sepertinya, ada pantai yang cukup indah di ujungnya. Tapi sejenak aku mengindahkannya,…
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Mataku mengerjap-ngerjap, melawan kantuk yang masih menggelayuti muka, aku memaksakan diri untuk bangun. Kondisi kamar masih gelap ketika aku menyibak gorden capsule box tempatku tidur. Menuruni tempat tidur, dengan sedikit berjingkat, aku memanggul folding bag menuju shared bathroom. Hanya menggosok gigi, mencuci muka, memakai gel rambut dan mengoles roll-on untuk kemudian bersiap diri melakukan eksplorasi.…
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<—-Previous Story The long wait to be present on the coast of Fort Kochi had paid off. In one jump down the orange KURTC Bus, I stood in the city built on mangroves. For a moment I stood motionless looking around, quickly adapting to the boisterous travelers at that famous destination in the State of…
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<—-Previous Story It would take a little longer to take a free service to the inn than riding the LRT “Laluan Kelana Jaya”. But in order to get around for the lack of Ringgit, I still decided to just take the free service of Go KL City Bus. Hurrying to leave KLCC Park, I headed…
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<—-Previous Story The sun was at the peak of its power when I decided to retreat from Petronas Twin Towers’ yard. I couldn’t hide the wry smile on the corner of my lips and felt like I was a traveler who didn’t understand priorities just because I visited the Twin Towers right in the middle…
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<—-Previous Story Time show is at half past twelve…. I stood on the edge of Bukit Bintang Street waiting for the Go KL City Bus-Green Line to arrive. That time I intended to revisit the Petronas Twin Tower. That would be the fifth visit to the famous twin towers. “Do you bore, Donny?”, is a…
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<—-Previous Story Tuesday….After Dawn…. Eyes were still haggard…My body felt weak. All night my sleep was interrupted by the snoring of a guest who was fast asleep to the right of my bed. Not only myself, but I could also feel the protests of a guest who slept right under a snoring guest’s bunk bed.…
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<—-Previous Story On the first step out of the Central Market area, there was a betrayal of intentions. My steps still didn’t accept heading to the inn. It was almost nine o’clock in the evening…. “Central Market may begin to lose its charisma, swallowed up by darkness, but not Petaling Street. The crowds have just…