Category: South East Asia
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<—-Previous Story Almost five o’clock in the afternoon…. I was still guessing, who could be, one of three drivers who would make the last trip of Bas KITē Lane C02. They were joking and intimately chatting at the coffee shop in terminal corner. I kept watching from the waiting bench behind the Bas KITē queue…
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<—-Previous Story I sat down and intensely watched the vehicles on Batu Buruk Street from under Rhu trees when the congregation for the Dhuhr prayer began to arrive. Some of them smiled when they saw me who was still sitting on the grass of Floating Mosque’s Ramadhan Bazaar. A few minutes after the iqamah was…
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<—-Previous Story Failing to get off at Batu Burok Beach due to entrusted my trip too much to the Bas KITē driver, I was dropped off at my second target destination. It was Tengku Tengah Zaharah Mosque, the first floating mosque in my neighboring country. Bas KITē stopped on the north side of the parking…
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<—-Kisah Sebelumnya Satu setengah jam lamanya, aku menyambangi setiap sudut Muscat Sports Club hingga matahari tergelincir menuju ufuk barat. Waktu menunjukkan pukul setengah empat sore…. Aku pun memutuskan untuk undur diri, mengakhiri petualangan dan beranjak kembali menuju penginapan. Aku harus mengambil backpack yang kutitipkan usai check-in siang sebelumnya. Rencananya, setelah mengambil backpack, aku akan menuju…
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<—-Previous Story After washing jeans, t-shirts and socks, I took a bath. Made my body fresh and repel shabby. “It’s still too early to sleep, I’d better hang out in the shared-kitchen to fill my water bottles which are starting to recede”, my idea suddenly appeared. I started downstairs to the second floor where the…
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<—-Previous Story I was satisfied enough to experience the beauty of Pulau Warisan Kuala Terengganu even though I was only pulled over to one side. Observing the bustle of the merchants who slowly began to arrive to prepare for night’s culinary session, the traffic of fishing boats that were about to go to sea leaving…
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<—-Previous Story Backtracking a moment from Payang Memory Lane, I followed Pasar Besar Payang Street to the mouth of the Terengganu River. Considering the roaming area was a coastal area, then my feet wouldn’t be far from the water. I would stop two hundred meters north, right on the banks of the Terengganu River. While…
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<—-Previous Story My eyes were getting heavy, the impact of sitting under a tree for too long, of course still in the Padang Maziah complex. Now and then the sound of car horns gave a pulse to the deserted palace garden. However, my reason still said “no”, when the heart’s intention persuaded it to immediately…
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<—-Previous Story For me, visiting a country would be perfect if I were able to visit the palace of its president or king. I don’t know why the president palace or king or sultan has become a separate icon of a country. Therefore, if possible I will try my best to visit this special building.…