Sentul Rising Numero Uno

Okay, again this event has been passed a couple of weeks ago but I just want to write while I have the time so here we go

I have heard about Sentul before ,I saw pictures from my office colleague who happened to love on road – uphill biking and doing it regularly with her boyfriend and some of her friends, basically she goes wherever there is an uphill road so the photo collection of her and boyfriend riding up on their MTB is a lot. ¬†But since I wasn’t very keen on riding up hill because you know, my breathing will be awful, my smoker’s lung will scream and just imagining that there is no flat road whatsoever along the road makes my feet shrunk – so I don’t really memorize it.

One day we had a Saturday Morning Ride with a couple who happens to be in JPG BBM group and live nearby my mom’s. ¬†They told us that going up hill is good to boost stamina, endurance and the bonus is she lost quite a lot of weight going up hill regularly Yufi was straight away looked at my direction and I was like “Wot?”

So after going to and fro about where to ride next weekend, Yufi decided “Sentul” I was like “oo crap!” Yufi said Pak Andry will also join the ride and he knows the route so it was set.

On Saturday we met Pak Andry at Petronas Sentul, this is where most of people who go up hill biking park their car.

So, got ready and off we go.

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The first 300 meters or so was fine…the road was kinda descending – this is where we supposed to do some warming up so your legs wouldn’t experience cramps or something like that. ¬†After we took a right turn the torment to your body’s endurance started.

First grade, I couldn’t make it up the rise as predicted, blame my weight hahahaha…so tuntun my bike was the solution, Yufi was looking at me with pity….looking at his wife climbing the road while carrying the bike up with heavy breathing hahahahaha I was like “shit” it wasn’t exactly a long rise and I was about to faint crap!

Regain my consciousness (lebay) and gather my breathe together, we continued to the next leg…my God! The world is indeed cruel….as I look at the road, it is all going up without any sign it will be flat or anything……Image

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Talking about major dehydration, all I wanted was a nice dip in the water, I was still trying to pedal while secretly swearing with all familiar swear words I could think of at that time but I was still out of breath, Pak Andry seemed to jetted off while Yufi is riding slow waiting for me. Man talking about running out of breath.

The other hundreds meters was a bit okay, still running out of breath made a stop here and there.

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We passed or were being passed by a couple of people, one big group was cheering me up while they were climbing up, one person was familiar to me, I thought I seen him somewhere quite regularly, turned out this guy is the CEO of Garuda Indonesia. And I see him often on Garuda Indonesia’s in flight magazine hehehehe

I tried to pedal up and proofed myself I could do it but it seems that my breath couldn’t last any longer anyway I was having monthly guest so needed to stop so I stopped at Rainbow Hills where Yufi and Pak Andry were waiting.




Pak Andry and Yufi continued up to KM 0 while I had to stay and wait for them to come down. Waited for about an hour more or less as from where I stayed to KM O was still another 4 km or more

The total distance from Petronas – Cijayanti – rainbow hills – KM 0 is around 14 KM but the terrain is less cruel than if we passed the other route through taman budaya, it is lesser in KM but insane in terms of terrain.
I still left hanging whether I could make it to KM 0 without fainting, well only one way to find out….go there again soon because looking at the course it was indeed good for your endurance and good to learn how to shift and manage your breathing while pedalling….geeez biking seems difficult aye….wasn’t like this when I was little, we climbed all grades with single gear hahaha


When Yufi and Pak Andry came down, we were quickly going down hill and got to Petronas, after necessary changed Pak Andry took us to Karimata, a restaurant nearby. the food was fantastic and what’s more was we were being shouted lunch, Thank you Pak Andry.

Afterwards we cruised off to Bogor to visit a bike shop owns by Wei Min…looking at Specialized Camber Comp…..a full suspension bike…but couldn’t afford it hehehehe

We cruised off to a shop where it sells vespa accessories and we parted our way with Pak Andry and went straight home

I have to go back soon.

I am number 8

Last night Yufi was saying “Ndut, tomorrow is 13 of March right, it’s our wedding anniversary” I was like ” yaaaa hahahaha” completely forgotten about it not because it does not mean anything to me, but it is more like we have been having a blast for the past 8 years Alhamdulillah.

We ride, we travel, we fight and we cried but the most important is we enjoy our life in grace together and always being awfully grateful about it

8 years, it may not be such an incredible number for most people but to us it surely is. ¬†8 years ago we dared ourselves to step on to the next level of life hierarchy with no clear sight on what’s waiting down the road but looking back it’s been awesome years for both of us. ¬†No major drama like other people said on 3rd years marriage, 5 years marriage, etc for us everything has been rolling quite safe and sound if it can be said exciting

Of course as a normal human, there are times I wanted to strangle him by his neck,  there are times that makes us both sad and there are times both of us are happy but that is what life supposed to be and that is what a team is for I guess.

So my hope is simple…May Allah bless us abundantly, give us health, happiness, help us build a marriage life that is Sakinah, Mawaddah and Warrohmah and also health for bringing up our lovely daughter and make her to be a sholeha individual.

I love you Yufi may both of us have blast years ahead

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966

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NuRa the first trial – a hell on earth

This is actually happened a couple of months back after not being able to participate MTB-ing with Yufi to Rindu Alam. it is kinda too late I know but that was a hell of experience in the MTB land

So Yufi have set that our next ride is going to be in NuRa where he went last time with the biggest ever group riding in the GTO history because after that the size has shrunk tremendously and the group riding have always been attended by the same set of people  again and again ahahahaha

Anyway, so that day October 16th we headed our car to Gadog, boy I was excited,  it seems that the world was singing with me hahaha (lebay).

We arrived at the Masjid Gadog which also popular as a meeting point for all MTB-ers who go to Rindu Alam track,  we got our bikes ready, got ourself ready, picked up our angkot ride and off we were on our way to the famous base camp Warung Mang Ade.

When we arrived, I was sooo amazed as if I have never seen so many expensive bikes parked at the same time which is true at that time I have never seen so many many expensive bikes (repeat after me..) and the view by Mang Ade’s back balcony was enthralling

After a plate of nasi goreng each and a good sip of tea, we were ready to rock and roll, I was darn excited because the view was super, the weather was super, and oh oh and I finished the breakfast with two sticks of cigarettes which I am telling you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in this bloody trip, borrowing a line from Pretty Woman movie “Big Mistake”

So Yufi said the track which we were heading was NuRa he said it is going to be a fantastic ride because he went there last time, I nodded happy.¬† Rode my bike to the NuRa gate, looked up and damn I wanna strangle Yufi right by the neck……

I was served with an uphill slope, sh*t I said now I regret smoking that bloody ciggies

Man, I couldn’t bloody breathing and it felt like my heart was jumping in and out of my body, mind my language but it was a damn torturing going uphill with smoker’s lung, not a pretty wise choice I reckoned, while this husband of mine was taking pictures merrily documenting the torture

 

I made stop a couple of times and with nearly fainted condition hahaha, the epic XC ride I have ever done at that time was a good ol JJ track which to me was awesome but compare to this it was¬†kiddie’s¬†playground. ¬† I was a damn cute nubie in this MTB land, ¬†spare my life!!

Ooooo well the show must go on tho I didn’t want to weep and yield just yet. ¬†Finally made it to the top and continue down, ¬†I thought good God its going downhill..yippeee my finally got my groove back but the groove was instantly¬†killed because soon after that I faced another steep uphill, bloody hell! Since my legs were kinda wobble uncontrollably not to mentioned I forgot to breath here and there because it seemed the air was not enough to fill my lungs I humbly had to “tun tun my bike” crap!

The track was soon transformed into a single track where right next to the track was gorge which I didn’t have any interest to know how deep the gorge was instead, ¬†I cleverly (hahaha) tried to control my bike carefully, lucky the track was dry because it would be a nightmare if it was wet, as Yufi said last time he came here it was muddy and someone unwillingly landed to one of the gorge, lucky he wasn’t injured or broke anything.

We made, well I did (puassss?!) make a couple of stop because I was running out of breath and didn’t have the will to actually light my ciggies because I could just pass out after the first smoke. ¬†Sat down catching up with my own breath, I was quite stunned, the view was indeed spectacular..beautiful and definitely not your everyday view, for awhile I lost and drifted by the view…..

Okay resting time is up and we continued to ride downhill slope, a bit of uphill and Yufi found some drop off on the way…after that we popped up at the plantation village…and served right away with rocky road (this is not ice cream people!) throughout the ride down to the next leg, I couldn’t really feel my hand…they were dead numb..Yufi analysed because my bike was a hard tail should’ve gotten full suspension bike, crap! This LG was expensive, enough for me to give up buying a nice cup of coffee for myself…where on earth we could afford a full whatever suspension bike…I had to enjoy which I really did apart from having to catch up with my own breath and having a numb hands hehehehe. ¬† We finally got to pass Gunung Mas tea plantation and served again with another uphill rocky road..super crap! ¬†I really hate this bloody uphill road (the story is kinda different now though, I enjoy uphill although way of breathing is pretty much unchanged)

I was super dehydrated, (have I mentioned I am not a big fan of hot weather because it kills me and gives me a headache which will last weeks afterwards) my water streamer was nearly empty I had to sip from Yufi’s streamer I was really gasping for water….but then before I really fainted on someone’s property, ¬†we stopped at this milk kiosk, apparently most MTB-ers make a stop here for free milk and buy some nibbles and bananas.¬† At last a chance to straightened my legs in a proper way…

Afterwards we continue down to the 3rd leg, Taman Safari track through “tanjakan ngehe part 1 and 2” I was like “bloody crap! I thought the previous ones were ngehe enough to me, and how are these tanjakan ngehes look like?” Yufi read my thought, he said ” dont worry there will be ojek ride if you dont wanna climb uphill” ¬†I was like “you damned right I wouldn’t, I would put my ass on the back of whoever the ojek would be” hahaha

So I had the ojek ride passing all of those ngehes uphill, I think if I rode my bike through it,  I would finish the next day hahaha.  We stopped at a hut waiting for the bike jockey arrived with our bikes

 

After waiting for quite sometimes, our bike were safely delivered, took some photos before continuing our ride to Gadog.  The misery was about to start.
Yuifi called Diana asking for a direction because he forgot which way was the right way..it seemed the direction wasnt clear either….we rode the bike up going through an uphill road, wasnt exactly pleasant especially when the sun was right above your head, I could feel the heat stroke and starting to have a headache.¬† Yufi was a bit confused with the track and to me it was nothing but a bad sign, we were lost….super crap!

We stranded in another hut, couldnt breathe anymore so we made a stop…

 

 

We were like “crap crap crap” but we wouldn’t go anywhere if we didn’t move our butts so we saw some bikers passing and decided to follow them up hill….I was running out of breath like in every second, ¬†I had to tuntun my bike again…..it was a neverending road…….we were so damned lost……

We tried our luck by asking to local farmers but the direction was varied and I tried asking with my broken Sundanese but still didn’t quite get the direction properly…crap! So we decided to just “let’s get lost” cos eventually we would popped up to a civilized world somewhere within this Kabupaten

Talking about the desperation, I was nearly cried hahahaha after a long winding rocky road and a gazillion kilometres we popped up in this village and someone was pointing the right direction (hopefully) but again it was a bloody uphill road…but at that time we would do anything to get to Gadog…..

We finally headed to a main road, yippeeeeeeee!!

We just rode the bike like crazy with one thing in our mind wanted to take a shower and go home…..we finally made it down, Thank God! ¬†It was such a glory!! (nangis sesenggukan)

So, after that crappy first time riding off road in NuRa and completely got lost afterwards do you think I quit? Nooooooo I keep on coming back for more! Love it especially when it is raining……off roading is a blast!

Biking

It’s been a year for me riding a bike again after the last 5 decades not ridin it at all….it’s been fun although I sincerely feel that my fat ass kinda slow me down nowadays compare to when I was decades a go….(d’oh!)

What was it that led us decide to get a bicycle? God knows but all I realize was we have been visiting a lot of bike shops to just browse and give a good sight for sore eyes and after a dozen times visiting bike shops watching and admiring all of those beautiful bikes on display we decided that it was time to get a bike on our own

Bicycle is somewhat inseparable to our life, bicycle is an ultimate gift given by our parents, ranging from birthday present, good grades present or simply because everyone else in the neighborhood got one already and it was swell to see them riding their bicycle in the afternon from one end to another end of our neigborhood street.

I remember that my first bike was a great tricycle my dad got when I was a tiny gal (I saw some pictures of me riding it), then moved to a slightly bigger bicycle with trainer wheels, then got a cute bicycle we famously called “sepeda mini” then there was time all of us (me and my brothers) got a bmx fever where all of us got one each and modified them according to the trend at that time (chromed pedals, chromed handle bar, cat eye on the wheels, and standing bars on the rear wheels)

We felt like we have conquered the world and were the ones who have the coolest bike in the neigborhood.  bicycle was undeniably the smartest and coolest ride a child could ever have, at least that was how I felt to my bike.  It transported me from one end to another end and often cross RT and RW and even cross the main street to get to where my friends most live

When we are gettin bigger the bmx craze was also cooled down our bmx were parked in the garage and often rode by our cousins and finally handed down to them, the existence of bmx were replaced with two folding bikes my dad got from Taiwan the brand was Dahon, we laughed a lot because the pronounciation was more like “daun” (leaf) in bahasa, boy wish I knew the price of this bike is expensive nowadays.¬† we also have a mountain bike, the brand was Giant….

We didn’t really ride those as often as we used to when we were kids, we only rode them during ramadhan as a sport before the dusk comes….those bikes ended up in my neighbor’s house after none of us got time to riding them again…

Now that I am older..I’m keen on re-bonding with my childhood ride….

So we went back to the day we finally set our foot to get a bike..after a thorough consideration on budget and firmness that we would not go beyond the stated budget we dared ourselves to start bike hunting…we eliminated other bike categories and arrived at MTB as our future bike category.¬† First consideration was we could ride it both off and on road, second it will not be just a one time use, third that’s it

We went from one bike shop to another from one end to the other end of the city, gosh the price of MTB was unbelievable…..after weighing here and there I bought mine at Bagus Bike in BSD.¬† Louis Garneau XC Casper Pro 2011, the budget was slightly altered than the original I was willing to spend on but looking at the fit, the group set and most of all comfort, I was happy. Yufi got a United Nukleus from a bike shop near my mom’s place

As we have been in bike’s “business” for almost a year, we witnessed that this hobby is dangerous both literal and methaporic, why? Because it seems one full bike with its “original” parts is not enough, there is a lot more room to “expand” your bike not to mention getting a whole new full bike with of course a much better specs than the one you currently have. The list of modifying your bike parts is endless. The more we get to know this completely new world of biking, the more amazed we have became. Some models, some brands are ridiculously expensive, as expensive as a car but we see them being rode by many. It is not just about being healthy anymore but it is also about prestige. For those whom money is not an issue, could just get them whenever they want to as easy as flipping a coin but for us whom salary barely lasted for a whole month having this bad ass brands is aspirational. often when we ride with friends or see someone whose bikes are in our wish list, we feel kind of self concious however after riding together, we realized that yes bike matters but your knee matters most – one of many ways we tell ourselves in order to leverage our confidence. The story does not end to just getting better forks, better groupset, better saddle, better frames but it is also getting the right accesories and apparel for riding. This apparel stuff takes to you to a whole new dimension in biking. from a bike jersey ranging from the original brands to a KW ones. those are staple and sported by today’s cyclist like a fashion parade.

Now, where am I in this? Although I still juggles between riding and not riding weekly but we have been having fun and still religiously hold on to our believe that our bikes are good enough and we will not let ourselves drag into this madness of MTB’s world until Yufi brought an AMP Patrol full suspension frame home and ditched his Nukleus till then I was still in my believe and only altered the apparel section like for example for my first ride ever, I was wearing my crispy old t-shirt now I am wearing colorful jerseys from a brand which famous amongst downhillers, altered my helmet into a branded helmet which I’m telling you they don’t come cheap so I need to adjust my lunch sessions into a modest one and making myself buy less of Starbucks Coffee. I was happy then….until two weeks ago I thought I need a full suspension bike……

It was all started again from tremendous bike shop visits. The more we visit the more virus we caught on the way home….It was all started as an aspirational because I know that the price of a full suspension bike is ridiculuously expensive and there is no way I could afford it without sacrifing my other needs. Somehow the wants became chronic I couldn’t get rid off it, I tried saying bye bye many times but I still wanted to get one so after one on one intense discussion with Yufi and gazillion thoughts on why I should buy, I started bike hunting again, I set my eyes on MTB bikes designed for women but the option was limited so l switched to men’s bike as the option is wider and it was a better bet since my LG is also a men’s bike.

So after visting some bike shops, comparing brands and models, at the end I have shortlisted two brands; Specialized and Giant then I started looking around and browsing through several websites for review between those two brands. The model was also shortlisted into two models, Specialized Camber Comp ang Giant trance x2, it turned out that Giant trance x2 has good reviews from most of the websites I read

So after weighing here and there, the decision was made, I chose Giant Trance x2 it has all mid level parts which are good for me as a newbie and of course stops me from catching another MTB virus for awhile (let’s hope so)

I haven’t ride the Giant Trance x2 yet but I will ride it!!! oh I have, went to the bike shop to fix the sprockets and the seatpost….

Will tell you all about it later ūüôā

(Not) The First Family Holiday

Finally our plan of having a family holiday somewhere has came true.

Yep, all these while we have only been planned, booked, paid the tickets and the accommodation but always ended up not going to any of those planned places, first plan was to Singapore but since I was a newbie in my new office and was a bit reluctant to ask for a leave after just been working for 2 weeks hehehe and the next destination was Bali but Yufi couldn’t make it either….so

Now that we finally had, here is the story……

Yufi said he will have a business trip to Bali on 9th May to 11th May, I thought if my boss permits, I would ask for 3 days leave on the mentioned dates and join Yufi in Bali plus when we checked Air Asia’s ticket price was affordable (not exactly cheap tho) but it was okay.¬† So I got the permit (Thank you Boss ūüėČ ) we booked 2 tickets of Air Asia for me and Cica, booked the hotel, we had to stay at two hotels as it was high season, lots of Aussies came down for holiday so we booked Bali Dynasty Hotel and Santika Kuta Hotel with consideration that both were kids friendly and close to amenities.¬† Yufi has made itinerary where to go and so on (which consists of a lot of sunset-ing…..)

For Air Asia, we pre-purchased 25 Kg baggage allowance, pre-booked seat as I travel with my little girl so we could pick our seat in the front area of the plane.

before finally done the hotel bookings, we searched quite a bit for the hotel, our first option was Harris residence or Harris Resort but they were all fully booked.¬† Later we contacted PakDe Bimo (Yufi’s friend) heheheh as he works as the FB Manager at Santika Semarang hoping for a discount at Santika Premier Kuta hahahahahaha, but the hotel was still quite expensive after discount hihihi cannot afford, so we chose Bali Dynasty instead¬† (Thank you to Bimo for scoring a discount for us though, really appreciate it).

Bali Dynasty located next to Santika Premier Kuta, although this hotel wasn’t exactly cheap either…the hotel has a very good review from families who travel with children.¬† So there you go, it has children’s pool and children’s club.¬† The deluxe room is quite spacey (on the photo) and have a balcony.

Santika Kuta was fine although to me it is more of a hotel for business trip than a hotel for family but its location is quite close to Kuta and Legian as other hotels were fully booked we had no other option.  The ambiance of the hotel was nice though, it was a small and a compact hotel

I had a business trip to Surabaya for a week beforehand, and tried to finish my due (well only one report left and the team mates are working on it, we’ll help later guys :D) and here we go:

Day 1:

Cica got all excited about the trip, pity that Ratu, my sister couldn’t come along because she’s not sure when is her exam when we were about to book the ticket….which later after all the booking has been made the exam is in June…..next time ya auntie

So on the D day Budi dropped us off at the airport.¬† We got there soo early the terminal 3 was still empty, I don’t know why but the traffic was so commuter friendly that day,¬† well….I don’t mind.¬† Better be early than being left behind.¬† We sat at jCo Donut (lucky this guy opened early) after a dozen of Donut (of which some were taken home by Budi) Budi left us so he wouldn’t caught in the traffic on the way back home. ¬†The airport was still empty for another couple of hours and the check in counter was only to open at 10 am

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So me and Cica were hanging around for another 2 hours waiting for the Air Asia counter to open because I need to drop off the luggage. Cica behaved very well for this trip even asking for lunch hahaha I forgot….because she is a big girl already

After we checked in our luggage and went up to the waiting area only to find (after 1 hour of waiting that is) that our flight was delayed due to some VVIP landed in Bali so the Ngurah Rai  airport was closed (damn!!!)

Poor Cica… she was very sleepy already…but still managed to show some smile and wearing her rabbit hat, a present from a friend of mine.¬†¬† You are such a good girl darling

Finally, we boarded the bus (yes, the plane was somewhere in terminal 2) and finally boarded the plane to Bali.¬† Cica was very excited.¬† It was the second time for me using Air Asia..I have always been a Garuda’s commuter (thank’s to the office) and other foreign airlines (such a snot hahahaha).¬† In overall, it’s worth the dough you paid for. ¬† A little bit a miss in the service department, I am talking from the check in counter which only have 1 person attended hundreds of passengers to the service on board. ¬† The plane interior and other things on board were fine. ¬† I guess it is good for a short haul travel but maybe not really for a long haul travel especially if you travel with smaller children (should try next time tho).¬†¬† The stewardess and steward I thought, they were less friendly.¬†¬† The plane wasn’t cleaned very well (I had to wipe the dining tray with Dettol because it was still stained with some kind of food).¬† The interior was fine, the chair was ¬†quite big and it was quite spacious for your leg to move around.¬† The type of food that they sell on board were quite fine. ¬† so anyway what do you expect….the most important thing to me was Cica enjoyed her flight.¬† She slept half way through and woke up when we were about to land hahahahaha I guess the delay absorbed all her energy

Yufi picked us up at the airport, we went for late lunch at Warung Italy Jalan Dewi Kunti 1 Seminyak, I always love this place the food (Pasta, Pizza and Gelato) is nice and wallet friendly hehehehe.  Our itinerary was a little bit messed up because of the delay so we decided to just go around Kuta after we checked in at the hotel.

So after lunch we headed to our hotel, Bali Dynasty.¬† Cica showed a huge eye of excitement seeing the huge pool fixed with water slides,¬† we knew that swimming¬† was inevitable for her so there you go…went straight to the swimming pool and down to the Kuta beach.¬† I watched Cica and Yufi playing by the beach while watching the beautiful sunset.¬† we sort of borrowed Santika Premier’s sun lounger (well not exactly, we bought drinks) because the sun lounger was nicer hehehehehe

After swimming and playing by the beach, we got ready for dinner and meeting Iphie and Waukee.  We went for Dinner to this Chinese Restaurant at Kuta because Cica insisted for having Nasi Goreng for her Dinner, I forgot the name.  After that we  continued to Seminyak Square for a coffee at Bali Bakery and picked up the our rented car.

Said bye bye to Iphie and Waukee, we made a plan to go to the W beach club on Saturday at Seminyak along with the kids.  Off we went back to the hotel, getting ready for the next day.

Day 2

We woke up early, Miss Cica already had an eye for another swimming session however,  our  schedule was a bit tight according to Mr. Nurcan and his obsession over viewing sunset from every corner of Bali as much as possible, so we went straight to the hotel restaurant for our brekkie.  The brekkie consisted of lots of things hahaha Cica as usual, a bit pain in the a** when it comes to breakfast, finally agreed on munching pancakes which she got quite fond of later on.  We looked around the breakfast lounge and were awed that we fell into a minority side statistically amongst a bunch of holidaying Australian who were staying at the hotel hahahaha.

Our first destination on today was Ubud and Lake Batur.¬† In Ubud area itself we plan to visit Monkey Forest, Taman Ayun, Istana Tampak Siring and off to Lake Batur.¬† I was keen on siting around in Ubud’s many cafes for a coffee but again Mr.Nurcan was keener on chasing sunset on the other side of Bali continent…

Last time I remember, Ubud was really “villagey” and serene…but when we finally got to Ubud, it was a bit crowded than I ever remembered.¬† a lot of shops and cafes and the air wasn’t as cool as before either.¬† It has changed a lot.¬† We headed to Monkey forest and I was telling Yufi, I would be very happy if I could have an evening¬† coffee in one of the cafes later on after we finished with Lake Batur…..

We arrived at Monkey Forest around noon and there were other tourists also, mixed of locals and internationals.  We had to purchase a ticket which for adult cost Rp.20,000 and Rp.10,000 for children.  You could also purchase banana for feeding the monkey for Rp.15,000.

The place was well it was a forest, ¬†even though you could see that it has been “professionally” managed for tourists’ attraction. ¬†Some traditional Bali guards (Pecalang) standing in several spots throughout the premise.¬† Apparently the existence of guards were not much help, I saw one female international tourist got “attacked” from 3 monkeys ( I guess she smells like food), she was very hysterical and her friends were also hysterical as the monkey sprung at her and clung to her dearly, she was very panic but strangely none of the guard reacted to her screaming, panting and yelling…..that was very bad.¬† I was very cautious because Cica could be the target of those hungry monkeys.¬† But our visit was quite smooth, no sudden attack whatsoever.

After seeing all the monkeys being themselves for about an hour, we headed to Lake Batur. ¬†Last time I went there we stayed in this hotel next to the lake. ¬†Talking about traveling makes me miss my dad even more….

We passed the famous teras siring paddy field of Ubud, but planting season was yet to start, so the paddy field wasn’t green at all. ¬†We passed it.

Along the way I saw a lot of cute interior things, lamp, etc etc. ¬†According to Iphie this place is famous for it. ¬†will check the name for you later…but as usual if Yufi was the driver, I can guarantee you he wouldn’t make any stop.

So we got to Lake Batur, dark cloud was kind of hanging ¬†ready to pour heavy rain, without even finishing my thought..it was raining cats and dogs already…..shoot couldn’t even take any pictures of the lake. ¬†We parked at this restaurant which have a balcony facing Mount Batur, not bad although thick fog was limiting our sight but we could see a glimpse of Mount Batur from the balcony. ¬†The food was not bad, it was buffet style restaurant and quite pricey also but I got a discount from the waiter, not too bad.

I wish we could go down by the lake Batur but the rain was still pouring so we decided to go back to Ubud and hang out there, but on the way to Ubud the sky cleared up and according to Yufi, he could get a chance to see sunset in Jimbaran.  O well I guess I had to give in.

We headed to Jimbaran, on the way we decided to view the sunset at the Rock Bar at Ayana Resort Jimbaran. ¬†Will be a bit pricey…but what the heck. ¬†We arrived at Ayana Resort about time, the sun was ready to set and it was quite clear. ¬†Cica couldn’t hide her admiration of Ayana resort itself, the focus of her attention was of course the humongous pool…. ūüėÄ and the fact that the hotel was an absolute grand, well 1,8 Million Rupiah a night means something obviously…just hoping we could taste a glimpse of luxury sometimes in the near future. ¬†Unfortunately the queue to the Rock bar was really long..o well a lot of people had the same intention. ¬†We had to be happy just viewing the rock bar and the sunset over the balcony. ¬†It was great though, really the view, the hotel and everything. ¬†A better luck next time eh?

After we felt we have had enough looking around the premise we took off.

Miss Cica needed to have her usual diet of “Ayam Kulit” yep it is not literally chicken’s skin but it’s a battered chicken which she loves dearly..so our next stop was McDonald, she spotted the famous sign, there was no way to drive her away from the temptation. ¬†After two fried chicken, 1 rice, 2 Big Mac for me and Yufi, we headed back to Kuta area. ¬†We stopped by several surf brands outlets to pursue Yufi’s hunt of this “alay” short hahahahaha. ¬†We ended up going to Rip Curl’s store at Sunset road, it’s the biggest flagship store. ¬†Bought several stuff including Yufi’s short. ¬†I love Rip Curl’s sandal, I bought it every time I go to Bali, they lasts quite long hehehehe and got nice design

Cica had a craze over a surfboard after watching a movie called Surf Up about a penguin who wants to be a surfing champion and since then she had been dreaming of having one hahahah she was so amazed on all surfboards she saw in the store and begged us to get one home…gosh if she knew how much the thing would cost us….she did her best to persuade us but of course it just didn’t work

I was drooling on some other stuff there including this rash vest for surfing, not that I am going to surf but it is good for swimming. ¬†Maybe later….so I said bye and good night to all cute things in there and called it a day.

We headed back to the hotel, ready to continue the next day and oh oh we have to check out of the hotel tomorrow and check in at Santika Kuta.

We got to the hotel and I did some packing ready to check out after breakfast.

Day 3

Morning has arrived, nice and sunny, gee the days have passed pretty quickly, it was completely the opposite sitting behind your desk at the office…the day passes sooo slowly it chokes hahahahaha

We quickly get ourselves ready, Cica as usual begged for swimming which we really didn’t have the time to grant her wish.

We headed for breakfast, went back the room and called the bell boy to get our luggage downstairs.  All payment have been cleared with the front desk.

We called Santika Kuta, hoping that they have a room ready so we could check in early without have to “carry” our luggage to Bedugul which was our next destination. ¬†Lucky, they had a room ready, so we dropped by Santika Kuta, checked in and set for Bedugul.

One thing I like about living outside Jakarta is that you can predict the length it takes from one place to another.  So by noon we arrived at Ulun Danu temple.

I visited this place last year during office outing. We had a team building by the lake it was very nice.

There was something about this temple making it so serene to look at.  No wonder the government placed its picture on our 50,000 notes.

When we got there the place was pretty packed with tourist both locals and internationals.  Students on their study trip flocking every corner of the temple.  The temple was having some major alteration, I think there will be a big mass praying coming up.  The weather was a bit gloomy though, it was in fact raining

We took several pictures and I also asked a photographer (he offered me his service, decent price) to take some pictures of us also. ¬†Remember the old days where this kind of photographer using a polaroid? Since today is the digital era, they use Canon 1000 D (similar to what Yufi has hahahhahaha) and to top it off, they also have this handy printer to print the photos so tourists like us can take our beautiful moments home instantly, ¬†isn’t it great? ¬†I asked him whether someone or some company sponsored them to have all this grand equipment, they said that they have a co-op and through the co-op they could purchase all the equipment by installment. ¬†Not bad at all.

Yufi had a crash course from the photo guy how to take better pictures of the temple since they are the champion.

We finished looking around the temple and was about to leave when the rain all of a sudden fell heavily , we had to walk pretty far to the parking lot. we were soaked, poor Cica.  We made it to the front office and Yufi ran to the car.

We continued to Tanah Lot, thinking of stopping by Lake Bedugul but it seemed the rain would last quite long.

Sort of crossing our finger hoping that the rain stop by the time we arrived at Tanah Lot.  Miss Cica wanted to have lunch so we stopped by a restaurant, where I had a nice lunch during the office outing last time.  Nobody came up to assist us with umbrella or some sort.  We waited for about 15 minutes and honked but no one came so we decided to take off.  We stopped by a mini market and got Cica fried chicken.

We got to Tanah Lot, the weather was nice.  The rain has fell down earlier.  Lucky us.

The place was also packed. ¬†I roamed around through the shops along the way to the temple trying to get the sandals requested by my cousins. ¬†Yufi and Cica went to the temple, I catched up but couldn’t find them anywhere. ¬†When finally I found them, they were on the other corner of the temple, watching some surfers surfing nearby.

The sunset was covered by a dark cloud so we couldn’t see it sink in the horizon. ¬†We headed back to the hotel, get ourselves ready for dinner.

Yufi wanted to have dinner at Hard Rock Cafe Bali while watching a live band.  We arrived at Santika Kuta at around 7 pm at night.

After got ourselves ready, we headed to Hard Rock Cafe, as always this part of Kuta always packed with people, cars were snaking along the street. ¬†Looking for a car park was painful, we finally found a parking spot but quite far from Hard Rock Cafe. ¬†Had to walk down. ¬†Quite far…..shoot

We arrived at Hard Rock it was still empty only a couple of customers including a couple with 2 children.

Ordered our food and asked what time the live band starts, it starts at eleven here and the band was Asian Live.  The band often play in Hard Rock Cafe Jakarta, we like them.  The play top 40 music.

Cica unpredictably liked live music. ¬†She requested a song by Lenka. ¬†Our dinner arrived and we ate happily (why do I have to state this…)

we enjoyed our dinner so was Cica. ¬†She kept on asking how come the band hasn’t played her request, I thought it was only a couple of us requested a song, when we looked around the placed was packed with people. ¬†So I told Cica to wait, as the band has so many songs requested by others also.

Until we were done with our dinner and enjoyed a dozen song her song hasn’t played yet so we decided to leave as we still have Benoa tomorrow and will also meet up with Iphie, Waukee and the kids at a beach club. ¬†She sat down on the stairs in front of the front door looking to the street when suddenly she cried hahahahah she cried over her requested Lenka’s song. ¬†Poor baby….

She couldn’t get over the fact her requested song hasn’t been played…..we didn’t realize she likes watching a live band until when we got back to Jakarta she said to us “when are we going to Hard Rock Cafe again mama?” hahahaha

One thing I liked about Hard Rock Cafe Bali was not many people smoking..so the room wasn’t clogged with smoke.

We went back to the hotel and closed the day.

Day 4

The day was the most exciting day for Cica.  It was water sport day.  We had our breakfast first and Cica wanted to have a morning swimming down the pool.

We headed to Benoa after breakfast.  We have booked several activities from bottom glass boat, a visit to turtle island, banana boat and jet-ski-ing.

We arrived at the operator’s place. ¬†Gosh the place was packed. ¬†There are several water sport operators throughout ¬†Benoa alone. ¬†Our’s was pretty decent in price hehehehe if anybody wants to you can contact me and I could give you the name of the operator and the cost of our trip.

We hopped to the bottom glass boat and sailed hoping to see a school of clown fish, the water was a bit cloudy as so many other boats were sailing around where we sailed also.  We went straight to the turtle island.  There were a couple of turtle conservation places.  We went to the one the right hand side.

There were big turtle whose mostly are older than I am hahahaha, hey these creatures can live up to hundreds years.  Cica was so amazed so I guess we went to the right place.  We took pictures with turtles, eagles and this bird (I forgot the name hahahahha useless) and a phyton snake (ewwww)

We were accompanied by a guide.  The guy was so passionate guiding Cica and attended to whatever question Cica asked him anything about turtle and its family hahahaha.

We headed back to the mainland for banana boat and Jet-ski. ¬†Cica didn’t want the ride on banana boat because she said it was scary…but we asked her to give it a go, if she didn’t like it we could ask the guy to take us back to the beach. ¬†O well not only she enjoyed the ride, she asked for again and again and again hahahahah I guess the thrill got into her, she kept on saying “wohooooooo..” on the way to the open sea

We also had a jet ski ride after that again she was thrilled and asked for another round.  I guess she has a thing for high speed hehehehehe

After have had enough fun with water and all its activities we headed back to the hotel by noon.  We stopped at Krishna as miss Cica wanted to get some gifts for her friends.  We got ourselves ready and headed to Warung Italy as Yufi wanted to eat Aglio Olio.

After done with our lunch we headed to The W in Seminyak, meeting Iphie and Waukee.  When we arrived at The W, it was closed for public as there was a wedding in progress.  Gosh the guy was filthy rich.

So Iphie said we go to Potato Head instead, it was on the same road as well. ¬† I got there earlier found the place packed with people mostly families, I guess everyone wanted to have a lazy afternoon. ¬†Iphie came shortly after we arrived. ¬† I liked the place, saw the place through Iphie’s photos. ¬†A nice place indeed to spend your afternoon. I observed that Potato Head was really spacey, it has a field where people can throw their picnic mats, there was a swimming pool facing the beach, lovely. ¬†There were children and adults swimming in the pool. ¬†The sun loungers filled with people who were laying down, reading books while waiting for their children swimming. ¬†Lovely, I liked the place and the ambiance was really nice even Kimi clearly enjoyed herself by nodding to the music hehehehe. ¬†The kids went run around very happy

We spent about 2 hours in the premise, Cica couldn’t stand staying away from the swimming pool, she went swimming with underwear (oooohhhhh!) had to borrow Viero’s stuff because I didn’t plan Cica to have an evening swim here. ¬†But the pool was too tempting for her she was really enjoying it, playing around in the pool.

The place was nicer at dawn, was a bit reluctant to go hahahahaha. ¬†Even Yufi surprisingly didn’t want to end the day hehehehehe

It’s time for dinner. ¬†We left Potato Head and headed for FlapJak’s which is famous for its mouthwatering pancakes and the likes. ¬†It also serves pasta, gelato and juices. ¬†Quite nice and the price was okay, it’s about Rp.100,000 per person. ¬†The portion is huge though so I didn’t mind.

After dinner, we said bye bye to Iphie and family.  Oh the holiday was about to be over soon.  The night was practically our last nite for going out and about in Bali well Kuta and surroundings, our flight is at 12 noon tomorrow.  We headed to Seminyak for the accessories shop.  I always go to this one because it sells quite unique stuff.  After done with the last minute shopping, we went to Legian for reflexology.  All of us got a nice massage including Cica heheheheh

We finally headed back to the hotel and packed our stuff.

Day 5

The next morning felt like a drag…..because the holiday is over…..

We got ourselves ready and headed for breakfast, paid the hotel’s bill and went straight to the airport. ¬† Yufi checked himself in at Garuda counter while I checked myself and Cica at Air Asia’s counter. ¬†All set. ¬†After looking around at the airport, it was time for Yufi to board the plane, while we were still waiting ¬†for our turn to board. ¬†Thank God Air Asia didn’t have any delay at all we boarded in time.

Budi picked us up after he picked up Yufi first.  Ratu and Puput came along also.

In sum, it was a very nice holiday for the three of us, everything was enjoyable including the visit to all the must visit places. ¬†One thing that we parents have to remember, traveling with children means we have to put them as priority. ¬† They want different things. ¬†If Yufi wanted to view sunset through every angle (read: every corner of Bali) it just didn’t work with Cica, for a child who is only 6 years old, she wanted simple things like sitting and playing by the beach and water activities. ¬†She also enjoy looking around and observe stuff, I remember how obsessed she was with the praying flowers Balinese put outside their home or in the shops. ¬†Parents could bring a minder to watch the children while we out and about. ¬†Like the Australians, they put the children in child minding service while parents out to taste Bali’s night life.

Pity Ratu couldn’t join us this time, but maybe next time. ¬†We plan to go back to Bali or go somewhere else fun if time and money permit.

Traveling with Cica was really fun, it was a new experience for her, as a result she already made a plan to go to Singapore and Hongkong Disneyland hahahahahaha who knows, Allah grants her wish in the near future.  But the next travelling will be done during school holiday as Cica will become an elementary school pupil this year.  Yes, she is going to be in Kelas 1.

I wouldn’t mind going back to Bali again though….beach hopping next time ūüôā

Plaaaak Plaaaak Plaaaak

Yep that is me slapping my face over and over, I feel like I have been a total slack…I don’t know why, couldn’t evaporate this feeling from dwelling inside my head, my body…I hate this

Starring blankly..don’t know what to write anymore

Feel like sleeping all day long without any thoughts flying inside my head…

And this fog I have over my brain seems too clingy to unwrap

Please help me God….What do I want?

Hoping to wake up feeling better tomorrow…

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Motorbike Tripping

As I feel that I am badly and desperately need a holiday as a prevention from going loco over loaded weeks from job I had to (well.. voluntarily) said yes to Yufi when he asked whether I would take a leave on February 4th, if I do, that makes a long weekend since February 3rd is a Chinese New Year holiday. Thankfully my lovely boss let me take a leave on the day

Now where do we go? He said Garut and the route to take is south coastal beach. “what..?” “Yep we will go through Pengalengan and go to bla bla” okay okay sounds fun and exciting.

I am all excited (never been to Garut before or maybe I have had but completely being amnesia about it) and prepared, I even bought a new riding shoes as my lovely boots has quit on me.  Yufi also have had his bike pampered so that it will endure my weight ( God I hate being a lil bit overweight) and of course to endure the road also

Wednesday night I went crazy, my report hadn’t finished yet, I had 2 groups which the last one ends at 9pm, I am such a dead meat I thought..and all the clients all of a sudden nagged me at the same time.

But I thank Allah, I eventually finished the report at 11 pm, made a costing (of which the client sent me a reply stating the no of  FGD has been changed, shoot)and Farah helped me taking over a DG, so I went home happy (apparently the client comes back with revision and had to bothered Lia and my boss Nilanjan, so sorry guys)

Day 1

We woke up at 4 am, took a shower, did subuh praying, got pretty and done up, kissed my baby, whispering that mommy and daddy will be back on Saturday, kissed my mom and took off.

Wohooooooooo the tripping begins…..

We went through Bekasi up to Klari passing Karawang turn right for the alternative road to Purwakarta before that we took a ciggy break at Karawang ring road and watching youngsters flocking and jogging.

We arrived at Purwakarta at around 7 am planning to have some breakfast but then decided to continue riding to Padalarang to save time. We somehow felt the urge to have a second ciggy break and stopped by a street side warung to have a cup of coffee and a ciggy break, spent about 15 – 20 minutes before heading to Padalarang to find our way to Pangalengan.

Yufi asked which route I took last time I went to Pangalengan and of course I forgot because I slept all the way there last time (that’s a reason for having a chaffeur so you can save up your energy to yapping in the FGD), sorry love I can’t help you here hehehe

Anyway we finally found the right way to go and my God I thought Jakarta people drive and ride aggressively, boy I was wrong..

We finally arrived in Pangalengan and our destination is Malabar tea plantation, I read in a magazine that there is a tea house called Bosscha House where you can sip a tea from the Malabar tea factory.   We stopped there watching a group of women hand picking tea leaves РI like the weather, cool and breezy. Always love that kind of weather. We asked around for a way to Boscha house when we finally found the place, I was kinda shocked, no not because the place was grand or Starbucks look alike tea house or anything but it was a grave of Meneer Bosscha himself! waw not the kind of tea house I expected, but since we were already there might as well we take a look around.

So now I know that he is not only built that famous Bosscha telescope but he also built bunch of buildings in Bandung like gedung sate and the ITB building as well as expanded Malabar tea plantation and made it famous at that time, as told by the caretaker. He led such a great life I guess eh? When we finally found his real house, it has been turned into a guest house so that visitors can stay a night or two in the tea plantation. I have the room rate here with me will create a link to it when I have time. But it has no tea house. I found that the tea house is located in the factory (its the opposite area from the guest house) and it is part of the Agri-tourism which the factory sets up for visitors.¬†¬† Might come back later with Cica. No tea for me this time…

Anyhow after several pictures taken, we have to continue our ride to the next destination – Rancabuaya.¬† We asked several people about which way is the best way to take, each and everyone of them gave us a different route to Cisewu, a village that leads to Rancabuaya not to mention the language breakdown – most seem lacking knowledge of conversing in Bahasa Indonesia and my Sundanese is a complete mess,¬† so there we were trying to explain each other out in our separate way. We finally took one advice that was a close match to the Goggle Maps direction.¬†¬† He said the road is a hot mix asphalt but it wasn’t so hot mix as we thought, it was barely hot mix at all instead it was a rock path all the way. Great!¬† it was too late to reverse we had no choice but going through the bumpy, uneven, rocks scattered road wohoooooo!

The greenery was breathtaking and we could see a glimpse of lake Cileunca (situ Cileunca for natives) another urge to take pictures rose all of a sudden. I don’t know why my husband’s appetite for having himself photoed was high, blame the view I guess hehehe

A wee bit later we finally sat nicely on the motorbike continue riding and bouncing up and down accordingly. “Don’t worry baby, my tire fit perfectly for the kinda road condition” told Yufi smugly of his SB117 tires. O well you just have to trust the “sendal jepit” tires don’t you? Tsskkk

Man, we passed several acres of tea trees and several villages but the road seemed endless, we were kinda desperate there and felt a bit sick from the bouncing sessions we are experiencing and it wasn’t even near end yet. And then…a big old building rose in front of our eyes with a big “Pasir Malang Tea Factory” written on its gate, yaaaaay we are nearly there, another 15 minutes of rocky road we found our light at the end of a tunnel.¬†¬† We took left as directed and our eyes were once again spoil by a breathtaking view of greenery and tea plantation, cliff and all of its friends.

The road changed from old asphalt to a fresh hot mix asphalt, yeehaaaaaa!!!
Another stop to satisfy Yufi’s hunger for taking pictures of himself and the bike hahahahaha me, too.

Riding again with “woow” and “wooooow” from both of us commenting the scenery, it was really enthralling, before we were shocked by the next road condition, it was no longer hot mix neither old asphalt, it was a completely dirt road with loose gravels, it was a new road on the making lucky none of us have a heart problem otherwise we would have been dropped dead at that instance. We gave our self a happy thought by saying “yaaay advencaah” right on!!

We creeped our way slowly through the road taking it easy as of any other mountain road, it was upward and downward slope, steep and has sharp bend segments all the way up and down and sandwiched by the abyss on both its side,¬† it was a bit slippery even for the “sandal jepit” tires I kept reminding Yufi to take the road slowly

My God lucky it wasn’t raining or anything otherwise I might have to follow Yufi on foot hahahah a bit breathtaking in a different way.¬†¬† Still managed to take a couple of pictures as a proof we have passed the road once, as it may not be the same condition if¬† we go through it again next time.

The road is unbelievably bumpy all the way up and down, slippery on most path which we passed through because of the rocks,as they are scattered all over, yufi’s handling it quite well maybe because the bike’s weight is lighter than we normally had in previous trips. We packed quite light this time.

The bumpy, bouncy road seemed nothing compared to the view served to us along the road, can’t really imagine that we actually going through several mountains to get to Rancabuaya but when you¬† look behind you will be surprised. ¬†¬† Not really up for stopping but apparently our tummy didn’t agree with us, we stopped at a village called Ciawitali to have late lunch the only choice there was mie sedaap so there we were munching on mie sedaap, after done with our late lunch, we continued on.

It was another 28 km to go to Cisewu, still going through a bumpy road but not all were gravels and dirt it was old road with broken asphalt, much better…

Finally we got to a cross road and I saw a glimpse of the sign pointing left for Rancabuaya. We asked an ojek driver to make sure the sign is valid, it was, so we turned left and continued on. A dozen of steep upward slope and a scary down slope and another steep upward slope we got to see the ocean, “helloooo ocean!!” Yep that’s the view of Rancabuaya coast!!!!!

We rode for another 20 minutes or so (or maybe even more, I was too excited to actually notice the time..) before finally arrived at Rancabuaya, headed straight to the beach looking for this guy Mang Yaya, who is the famous bungalow broker in town (next time you go there, ask for his name, he’ll show you several bungalows available for rent) after several weighing between one bungalow over the other, we decided to take the much smaller one and headed directly to the place.¬† The place was located 2 bridges after the intersection, it was on the¬† road towards Pameungpeuk, it is on the right hand side of the road.¬† The bungalow was nice, a little bit abandoned but not bad. ¬† The architecture was similar to those you found in Bali I might say…sans the facility (only 2 foam mattress, couple of pillows, blankets but that’s about enough to crash for one night and the most important the sheets were fresh and nice smell) you can ask the caretaker for making you dinner and breakfast for a small fee as well.¬† After making the bed and put our stuff into the bungalow we headed back to the front area of the premise and took ourselves to a path which leading to the beach, the path¬† stretched across two paddy fields.

I was very happy, a virgin beach in front of my eyes, and not long after that (after taking several pictures for Yufi, I have to get him pay for this extra work on holiday..) we took a stroll along the beach and taking some more pictures, the sun was dimmed already and there was no sunset though as it was a bit cloudy…we continued to sit on the balcony of the bungalow, watching the waves rolled towards the beach, aahhh heaven…at least for a minute or two, I could forget about work,¬†¬† this was¬† also because I couldn’t get any signal on my cell hahahaha.¬† I sat there for quite sometime listening to my MP3 player while starring blankly at the shore just enjoying the moment,¬† Yufi made two cups of coffee and sat next to me also watching the view.¬†¬† It was a bliss….when can I have this kind of place…..perhaps one day…

The caretaker’s wife delivered our dinner consisted of “ayam kampung goreng, sambel, kerupuk, tumis kangkung, lalap timun dan nasi panas” fantastic coyyyyy!!!!¬† Man we stuffed ourselves with the food as we haven’t eaten properly all day

Took a shower under the star – yep the shower area doesn’t have any roof on, so someone could actually peep through the bathroom when you are showering hahahaha but it didn’t happen.¬†¬† Quite cool though the bathroom.

Another session of sitting doing nothing on the porch looking at farmers harvesting the paddy, yes it was quite late and dark but they had to do it before someone chop off all the paddy…

Trying to get some sleep but it was kinda stuffy (we decided to open the porch’s door and let the wind gets into the room) and this little thing, definitely was not a mosquito but something else, kept creeping their way on my skin – I think there is something about the rumbia roof..they are invested by things – since I am allergic to any kind of bugs with venom including semut merah and all, not to mention this unknown bugs ( and I left my antihistamine tablets home) I covered my body with the blanket and I could stole some sleep although I can’t really say it was a peaceful sleep.¬† Yufi on the other hand couldn’t sleep soundly at all,¬† he was kinda up all night..poor thing.¬† Yufi slept in the morning for another 2 hours or less to gather energy because we still have a long way ahead and he needs energy to stay focus and anyway we were enjoying this and no rush at all.

Day 2

Anyway we got ready by 10.30 am and put back all the top and side boxes on its place, put on our jacket, knee guard, helmet and gloves we left the bungalow and headed to Pameungpeuk.¬† Yufi is planning to take Friday praying somewhere along the way, we arrived in time for Friday praying in Santolo Beach, great.¬† Along the route to Pameungpeuk / Santolo Beach we stopped by a couple of bridges to admire the view – paddy field, river flowing in between and the ocean on the background – great eh? not your everyday kinda view…

After Yufi has finished with Friday praying and I also have done Dhuhur praying we got on to a boat to cross the estuary to Santolo Island, you could actually hop into the river if you want, to but we had a limited supply of clothing…the island was quiet, lots of food stalls from one corner to the other, I bet this place is very packed in the weekend.¬† We took a stroll along the beach, nice beach with yellow sandy beach, there were some coral walls scattered along the beach

Finished with a bit of exploring the island we headed back to the mainland to have lunch, it¬† was already 3 something in the afternoon, our late lunch was consisted of¬† grilled ikan cue / kue with nasi liwet, tumis kangkung, sambal, lalap timun…what a bliss and we thought it is going to cost heaps, but it was only Rp.80,000 for the lot, man thinking about living there…hahahaha

Anyhow, we geared up and continued on to our last destination on the itinerary, Garut. Okay I thought we are so damned lucky that we haven’t encountered any rain at all, I was wrong, it was raining cats and dogs along the way to Garut.¬† We stopped everywhere and passed Gunung Gelap (Yufi has all the photos) we stopped in many places, Cikajang, everywhere, at some point towards making a stop because the rain blinding our sight for the road, Yufi¬† lost control of the bike, he skidded instead of stopping because the ground was slippery, lucky we could jump off before the bike fell.

It was bloody cold, windy and raining, I couldn’t feel my hand anymore, the gloves were soaked, not too mentioned our raining coat, couldn’t handle the 4 hours rain eh

Finally we got to Garut, stayed at this little hotel called Alamanda, located in Terogong, Garut.¬† Took a shower, had dinner (it was bloody cheap, Rp.66,000 for¬† 2 steak and 2 drinks not too shabby) decided to take a reflexology hehehehe and since it was still raining hard we decided to stay at the hotel and watching TV only….so sad.

Day 3

Think of positive stuff¬† and hoping that the rain will clear up tomorrow so we could go to Papandayan Mountain to catch the sunrise, apparently Yufi woke up at 3 am and it was still raining hard…so we didn’t go (poor Yufi, he didn’t get a chance last time and this time all because of the rain, next time hubby..)

So we decided to continue our beauty sleep.  As the rain stopped a little we got ourselves ready and left at around 10 am in the morning and went straight to Situ Bageundit, looked like Danau Lido in Sukabumi to me,  they should have taken care of this place to make it more interesting..

We headed to Bandung straight away because we could see a dark cloud hanging, ready to pouring water.¬† We took the Rancaekek route, on the newly made road (was it Nagrek?) we saw a bus right in front of us sliding down couldn’t handle its weight because of the steep upward slope, lucky it didn’t get pass us, and people in the bus were safe because the driver banged the bus into the dirt wall so that it holds the bus preventing it to sliding down further..scary…

I told Yufi to take it easy, a lot of alays riding as they were in a racing circuit, so let them be..you know sometimes a guy can be provoked by stupid things like that….actually there are alays everywhere along the route with their so called¬† modified bikes, I guess it is cool for them..but not safe for others. you just have to cool it, it is so NOT COOL eh

We get to Cileunyi around 12 PM, man a crowded city road, gosh living in a big city is so stressful.  Since we were meeting Mbak Ari at her MW100, we took Dago Pakar route, but squeezed in some time to stop by Gedung Sate to take some pictures.  Since our tummies were crying out loud already we headed to Burgundy in Lembang a nice restaurant as pointed by Mbak Ari last time she lent us her MW100.  A nice romantic place and nice food.

Yufi’s bike fell and banged into a pot full of plant hehehe because the wind was quite harsh and the bike wasn’tbeing stand properly.¬† Yufi had beef ribs with spiced potato cubes while I had grilled gindara with spiced potato cubes and we got to get a free dessert at the end,¬† thank you Kang Denny for the hospitality, will come back for anniversary dinner in March hehehehe

We didn’t have a chance to meet Mbak Ari at her MW100, she was out to Maribaya getting some orchid plants, she asked us to wait for another 20 minutes, but the sky was so dark and I was planning to go to Rumah Mode to get something for Cica .¬† So we left after giving a¬† little souvenir from Garut (I got a chance to talk to her sweet little boy Adrien) we took off.

Didn’t go to Rumah Mode either, headed straight to Padalarang through Leles, we sort of popped up behind the Padalarang train station.¬† After deciding which route to take, I choose to go through Puncak, we headed to Cianjur.¬† Yufi was a bit drifted away because the road was hot mix and lots of people speeding, but as usual, I don’t like it so banged his helmet reminding him to be cautious…this was supposed to be an enjoyable trip, you want to speeding, do it in a circuit…..

We stopped in Cipanas – while thinking which way is to Jayanti Beach……hehehehehehe

The wind was very cold – couldn’t feel my hand but I loved it, haven’t been to Puncak for ages..it was still packed with people, most of them were Jakartan, we need a place to chillax I guess…..

Puncak never dies I supposed looking by the car queuing to go up and go down.¬† We stopped by in Bogor’s Macaroni¬† Panggang after we couldn’t find this place where they sell Poffertjes..I guess I was hallucinating last time….

The food was okay, huge and expensive..I think I could make better baked macaroni hehehehehe…

at last the last leg of our trip..going home…

We arrived at 11 PM, Cica was already asleep…O Man nothing beats the comfort of your own home…

So I guess, Monday is business as usual

Thank Yufi for the trip…….love you heaps