Throwing a flower in Taman Sari

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My eyes were widened when a noise of people group could be heard when they crossed a corridor in front of my room …. Ah, I felt asleep again after Subh prayer a few hours ago. With quick reflexes I jumped into bathroom and washed myself as fast as lightning. After getting dressed, I grabbed my camera and put it in a folding bag. I jogged out of the room to Sahid Jaya Hotel & Convention restaurant.

Arriving at the restaurant, some of event’s participants had cleared their tables and carried their bags to go to bus.

“Hi, Donny. You seem too late to be joining breakfast. You must have slept too well last night, ”Todd greeted me who was in a hurry to put rice and several other side dishes onto plate. Todd was an expats from Australia in my company. He was one of my best friend.

“Oh, yes Todd. Not as bad as I think. I still have 15 minutes to eat my breakfast, ”I replied without seeing Todd’s face at all.

I joined with some friends who were still halfway through their breakfast. Without more talking, I immediately cleared a breakfast menu whicht I took. Just drinking a glass of mineral water, I rushed to a chartered bus no.2 which was ready to leave.

Sahid Jaya Hotel & Convention restaurant.

In the morning, second day in Yogyakarta, Year End Party participants would visit Taman Sari in several small groups, each consisting of approximately fifteen participants and one tour guide will be prepared at tourist destination later.

A few minutes later, bus was moving slowly leaving that four-star hotel. Situation in bus was very lively, but I just silently sat while watching Yogyakarta’ streets which started to get busy. Bus slowly crept along Majapahit Street, heading to Patehan area, which was about ten kilometers away.

Not long after, twenty-five minutes later, bus slowly entered a multi-storey parking lot. After getting off the bus, I realized that bus hadn’t actually arrived at its destination. Bus turned out to have to stop at Ngabean Tourism Parking in Notoprajan area, because roads were narrow and bus couldn’t enter to Taman Sari tourist spot.

Ngabean Tourism Parking.
In Notoprajan area.

Committee directed participants per group to ride a small tourist vehicle, i.e Daihatsu Luxio, to Taman Sari. I entered one of them and began to crossing narrow road. Seven minutes later, I arrived at Taman Sari parking lot after rode the car for about two kilometers.

A male guide approached us and introduced himself. After getting to know each other witth all members of group,he started slowly walking while giving an explanation about Taman Sari history. Situation was so crowded, so I couldn’t concentrate on listening to guide’s explanation.

Taman Sari’s gate.
Old building in Taman Sari.
Pasiraman Umbul Binangun, the empress’ bathing pool

Taman Sari also was known as Water Palace, because it was often used for bathing the empress and king’s daughter, let me show you the bathing pool“, I heard bits his explanation because I preferred to take some photos of several unique building and must get out from group.

Now I arrived at bathing pool. From many stories which told by a guide, I only heard a important point, of course it was my own version. “Previously the king would stand on top of that multi-storey building while watching concubines who bathing. When the time came, the king would throw a flower at a concubine who attracts his heart, then in the evening the king would get love from the concubine who he has chosen ”. Damn, I only remembered this thing.

Oh No….

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Routine Event: Kanaya Bus Jakarta-Yogyakarta

Shubuh prayer which wasn’t focus, because itwas in a hurry to catch up the departure of chartered fleet, i.e Kanaya Tourism Bus. I had to arrive at my office where located in West Jakarta at half past six in the morning. Then, I rode on a motorbike through the morning streets of capital city which started from my residence in East Jakarta.

Now I have bent my body through the cold wind of street after a few minutes ago, grabbing my 45L backpack which I had prepared from last night. The quite streets made me arrive at office yard in just forty minutes.

Immediately reporting to event committee, I got a box of savory rice with egg  and mineral water for breakfast. Other employees began to arrive, took their food and then joked with others while enjoying it. While I prefered to immerse myself in second floor work desk to complete all equipments which I thought still lack.

Time seemed to flow fast, requiring me to followed committee whistle as a sign that praying together would begin and all employees would be dispatched to Yogyakarta. I hurriedly grabbed my drink bottle and drank it while quickly walking downstairs, standing in a prayer circle and after that I immediately headed for bus number 2 according to procedure which was sent by committee via email a day ago.

Finding my seat for the next ten hours.

After a committee member made attendance, then exactly according to schedule, bus quickly drove to outer ring highway and joy enveloped the atmosphere of the start of trip. I myself just sat on right side seat in enjoying the dawn show at eastern end of the city. I kept enjoying its beauty until the dawn completely disappeared leaving the morning.

Dawn in the city.

It was the first day of third week of December, something I thought really happened …. Traffic jam. Bus which was stuck in traffic began to creep slowly on Cikampek toll road, making situation changed to boring. Some of participants now prefer to close their eyes according to their sleeping habits, cover their faces with blankets, wear black glasses, put on headsets or lean their heads on their friend shoulders, or quite a few who sleep with looked up….open mouths.

Meanwhile, I, who couldn’t fall asleep, prefered to open a novel from a famous writer which I have prepared since yesterday. I read it until bus was able to escape from traffic jams on West Karawang toll road. The bus kept on going and was now entering a new section toll road… Cipali.

In smoothly flow road, a committee seemed to get up from his seat, ready to enliven the situation with a little game and I didn’t know why he pointed at me who was immersed in novel author’s drama. He asked me to come forward and play a word-guessing game with three clues which had to be thrown at other participants without a sound.

I nicely started the game, and in seveeral minutes, all passengers became involved in it. The game was flowing and I returned to my seat and continued reading.

Bus began to entering the end of toll road and exit at Palimanan toll gate, deciding to take in right direction towards southern route of Java Island. Meanwhile, a little game on bus had turned into a boredom-busting amateur karaoke stage.

When lunch time arrived,bus decided to stop at Candisari Restaurant in Kebumen area. I hurriedly got off the bus, quickly took my ablution water to perform Dzuhr and Ashr prayer in a time and then mingled with other participants enjoying buffet lunch.

Saving time on the trip, bus then continued its journey, still passing road congestion which were crowded by vehicles. It crossed Purworejo area, Kulonprogo area and arrived at its destination just before sunset.

I rushed to hotel’s receptionist and immediately entered the room to taking a bath and stretch my muscles to prepare myself to rehearsel for main agenda tomorrow night, because I would be the center of attention by becoming one of the designated three MC.

There was nothing wrong with enjoying for a moment the luxury of Sahid Jaya Hotel & Convention before other agendas woulld come so tightly.

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