To Travel To Share

That afternoon, I arrived at Ubung Terminal on the North section of Denpasar City with my brother. The crowded hospitality was so familiar to me. It was a short visit to Bali in my mind, no more than a complete week. Officially my visit to my home land was to attend my high school reunion. And obviously the non formal excuse just like the one I have been tell you on my previous post about Get Home Get Married.

Let us head back to the terminal. The sunny season and the crowded just perfectly match made that place as no different than a district neither a village terminal or perhaps a traditional market. That Wednesday I should have been leave by half pas two in the afternoon, but and an announcement just on a right time ruined my mood on travelling back to Yogya. It said that my bus will be late arriving in terminal, so in the next chain of consequences obviously the postponed of my departure. And it shall late about a couple hours at least from the scheduled time.

This is bad“, suddenly those words flied in my head. I asked my brother to back home, “you should have some lunch, if you stay here with me, it shall turn in to dinner.” Then I left by my self, but maybe I still have had some luck, I met my aunt who had some business around the terminal and she bought me some waters and fruits. Yes, it should be enough.

Half past five, I took my seat on the bus. For a moment I thought there would be no one sat on my side, cause the bus almost got leaving, and it still empty. But suddenly, I met an interesting guy, asked if he would like to take the next seat. In the first time I saw him, he seemed not quite sure about the trip, maybe that was his first trip in this route by (land) bus.

I can’t say it clearly how we started our first conversation, but I remembered he was asking about the trip, just like how long will we arrive at Jogja, will we have a dinner, and how have I ever go on this trip before. Well, I just say yes, remembering this is not my first time traveling to Jogja by land.

We have a bread on the bus as a service included in this trip. But I was surprised that he examine the bread first, and I have to explain if the bread is made of rice flour. But whats matter for was a brown jelliwish thing inside the bread, he can not make certain if that wasn’t processed from meat. Oh…, he is a vegetarian. He just can’t to consume meat, he is seeing it as same as consume the living one, no matter how its formed or cocked.

I found that he is a kind person and talkative, even he can’t speak Indonesian and I must keep up with my limited vocabulary and skill in English, but that time we was have a nice conversation. He tell his travel to Indonesia, he has came to Kupang, Flores and Bali, now he was travelling to Yogyakarta to spend about three days there, and after that he planning visiting Jakarta.

He was telling his views about Indonesia as how he was encountering this country and its people. And I gave my opinion and some short confirmation in return. We are just like to share between two different cultures and systems, he is a Britain and I’m an Indonesian. He seems very interesting learning about Indonesia and its cultures, well…, he was a teacher back in his home land.

From his stories by the way we get to the port at Gilimanuk, I knew he found a lot of interesting things in Indonesia, even not all of that was any kind of catch. Well yes I argue with my self, even for a local like me to travelling in some resort I could still found something which make me fell so sorry. But he was kind not mention all that on his journal later, even I thought it could be a nice criticism for Indonesian people, especially they who works on tourism.

In more specific manner, he was quite interesting on how are the education systems in Indonesia since his was a teacher. He said in his home land, that the government (of the country) has a high responsibility to get every single of its people to get to college. He was asking about the chance of Indonesian people to get to college, sadly I must told him that maybe I’m still lucky to get study for my bachelor degree, but more young people in my country do not have the same chance, still there maybe some of them get to alternative education center as a center that specialized to train them in particular skill, which in future may help them earn something for living.

As we arrived on the port, the sun has sat down for while now. From Gilimanuk (Bali) to Ketapang (Java) would take about a half hour or more, depend on the traffic at that moment, and obviously the sea current. On the deck we couldn’t see anything, the horizon was covered by pitch black of the night.

About 0 O’clock on local time in Java, we arrived on food court for dinner. The menu have been prepared well for all the passengers. Well, it maybe late, but better than nothing at all. Again I found Vinay (his name), has no interesting in the menu, yes…, I could say if that menus weren’t suitable for a vegetarian like him. He tried to find something, maybe a cake or bread, but not any of what they were sold seemed eye catch-ed for Vinay. I just knew that he liked chocolate so much, but after he get the wrong chocolate (maybe the taste was even not close to those chocolate in England) previously.

After I have my dinner (since Vinay still couldn’t find anything), we continued our travelling to Yogya. In the morning, I woke up and found that we already near the border between East and Midle Java. So its about four to five hours before we arrived at Yogya.

Vinay saw me his travel guide, a book about travelling in Indonesia. I thought that book was quite interesting, it specified the time travel, the time schedule of any kind land transportation, the name of the transportation, the price, and how long it would take you until arrival. Kind like “Train A – business class, departure from Tugu Station – Yogya at 11.15 p.m, arrival by Gambir Station – Jakarta at 04.30 p.m”, in some part in can specified the route for pedestrian, just like “From Tugu to Alun-Alun Utara Keraton Yogya, its about 5 km, and take about 2 hours by foot, excluding encountering any site along the way”. Even I never calculated that specific amount of time.

If he was planning to go to Jakarta by train, I let him now to have a ticket reservation as soon as he arrived in Yogya. Because due to circumstance of Holly Month of Ramadhan, it would be a long holiday all over the nation, the traffic by land (train) would be very intensive, if one does not wish to gave out the ticket, one should be have a reservation far earlier.

I gave him some recommendation about any interesting site in Yogyakarta, I hope he would find it is interesting by visiting Yogya. For only three days in Yogya, so only the main site those I recommended, like Keraton (The Palace of Sultan of Yogya), the Borobudur and Prambanan Temple, but I wasn’t quite sure if he would find interest in Malioboro (there so many of the same place all over Indonesia, I didn’t know if he ever visit one of them).

He would like to stay in Bantul, a reservation have been arranged. I toke off at Janti, and he continued to go to Bus Terminal, someone would be waiting for him by now. The sun just above our head when we arrived at Yogya.

And I found he wrote about his trip to Indonesia in his blog. You should find about it on “Vinay’s little look at the world“.

UPDATE:

Wow, a couples days ago, I got email from Vinay. He help me to fix a miss spelling or grammaticalstructure of this post. I’ll let you see his revision (I’ll let the old post above intacs) so we can learn English together. See bellow, the red lines are his revisions:

That afternoon, I arrived at Ubung Terminal on the North section of Denpasar City with my brother. The crowded hospitality was so familiar to me. It was a short visit to Bali in my mind, no more than a complete week. Officially my visit to my home land was to attend my high school reunion. And obviously the non formal excuse just like the one I have been tell you on my previous post about Get Home Get Married.

Let us head back to the terminal. The sunny season and the crowded just perfectly match made that place as no different than a district neither a village terminal or perhaps a traditional market. That Wednesday I should have been leave (left) by half past two in the afternoon, but an announcement just on a right (departure would be a  better word) time ruined my mood on travelling back to Yogya. It said that my bus will be late arriving in terminal, so in the next chain of consequences (delete) obviously the (delete, instead use “this”) postponed of (delete) my departure. And it shall late about a couple hours at least from the scheduled time. (repetition)

This is bad“, suddenly those words flied in my head. I asked my brother to go back home, “you should have some lunch, if you stay here with me, it shall turn in to dinner.” Then I left by my self (one word, myself), but maybe I still (would) have had some luck, I met my aunt who had some business around the terminal and she bought me some waters and fruits. Yes, it should be enough.

Half past five, I took my seat on the bus. For a moment I thought there would be no one sat on my side, because the bus almost got leaving, and it (was) still empty. But suddenly, I met an interesting guy, asked if he would like to take the next seat. In (From, I think would be better) the first time I saw him, he seemed not quite sure about the trip, maybe that was his first trip in this route by (land) bus.

I can’t say it clearly how we started our first conversation, but I remembered he was asking about the trip, just like how long will we arrive at Jogja, will we have a dinner, and how have I ever go on this trip before. Well, I just say yes, remembering this is not my first time traveling to Jogja by land.

We  have (had) a (delete) bread on the bus as a service included in this trip. But I was surprised that he examine(d) the bread first, and I have (had) to explain if the bread is made of rice flour. But whats matter for was a brown jelliwish thing inside the bread (instead, “But what’s the brown jelly-ish thing inside the bread), he can not make certain if that wasn’t processed from meat. Oh…, he is a vegetarian. He just can’t to (delete) consume meat, he is seeing it as same as consume the living one, no matter how its formed or cocked.

I found that he is a kind person and talkative, even (delete) he can’t (replace with couldn’t) speak Indonesian and I must (tried to, would be better) keep up with my limited vocabulary and skill(s) in English, but (in) that time we was (were) have (having) a nice conversation. He tell (told me about) his travel to Indonesia.  he (new sentance) has came (had been) to Kupang, Flores and Bali, now he was travelling to Yogyakarta to spend about three days there, and after that he planning visiting Jakarta.

He was telling (“describing” might be a better word) his views about Indonesia as how (delete) he was encountering this country and its people. And I gave my opinion and some short confirmation in return. We are just like (not sure, do you mean “enjoyed”) to share between (our) two different cultures and systems, he is (was) a (delete) Britain (British)and I’m an Indonesian. He seems very interesting (interested in) learning about Indonesia and its cultures, well…, he was a teacher back in his home land.

From his stories by the way we get to (perhaps instead, as we approached) the port at Gilimanuk, I knew he found a lot of interesting things in Indonesia, even not all of that was any kind of catch (not sure what this means??). Well yes I argue(d) with myself, even for a local like me to travelling (travel) in some resort I could still found something which make me fell (feel) so sorry. But he was kind not mention all that on his journal later, even I thought it could be a nice criticism for Indonesian people, especially they (those) who works on (work in) tourism.

In more specific manner, he was quite interesting (interested) on how are the education systems in Indonesia since his was a teacher. He said in his home land, that the government (of the country) has a high responsibility to get every single of its (young) people to get to college or university. He was asking about the chance of Indonesian people to get to college, sadly I must told him that maybe I’m still lucky to get study for my bachelor degree, but more young people in my country do not have the same chance, still there maybe some of them get to alternative education center as a center that specialized to train them in particular skill, which in future may help them earn something for living.

As we arrived on the port, the sun has sat (set) down for while now. From Gilimanuk (Bali) to Ketapang (Java) would take about a half hour or more, depend on the traffic at that moment, and obviously the sea current. On the deck we couldn’t see anything, the horizon was covered by pitch black of the night.

About 0 (?) O’clock on local time in Java, we arrived on food court for dinner. The menu have been prepared well for all the passengers. Well, it maybe late, but better than nothing at all. Again I found Vinay (his name), has no interesting (interest) in the menu, yes…, I could say if that menus weren’t suitable for a vegetarian like him. He tried to find something, maybe a cake or bread, but not any of what they were sold seemed eye catch-ed (eye-catching) for Vinay. I just knew that he liked chocolate so much, but after he get the wrong chocolate (maybe the taste was even not close to those chocolate in England) previously.

After I have my dinner (since Vinay still couldn’t find anything), we continued our travelling to Yogya. In the morning, I woke up and found that we already near the border between East and Midle Java. So its (it was)about four to five hours before we arrived at Yogya.

Vinay saw (showed) me his travel guide, a book about travelling in Indonesia. I thought that book was quite interesting, it specified the time travel, the time schedule of any kind land transportation, the name of the transportation, the price, and how long it would take you until arrival. Kind like “Train A – business class, departure from Tugu Station – Yogya at 11.15 p.m, arrival by Gambir Station – Jakarta at 04.30 p.m”, in some part in can specified the route for pedestrian, just like “From Tugu to Alun-Alun Utara Keraton Yogya, its about 5 km, and take about 2 hours by foot, excluding encountering any site along the way”. Even I had never calculated that specific amount of time.

If (As, would be better) he was planning to go to Jakarta by train, I let him (k)now to have a ticket reservation as soon as he arrived in Yogya. Because due to circumstance of Holly Month of Ramadhan, it would be a long holiday all over the nation, the traffic by land (train) would be very intensive, if one does not wish to gave out the ticket, one should be have a reservation far earlier. (meaning here is a little confusing- not sure what’s trying to be said)

I gave him some recommendation(s) about any interesting site in Yogyakarta, I hope(d) he would find it is interesting by (delete) visiting Yogya. For only three days in Yogya, so only (not needed) the main site(s) those I recommended, like Keraton (The Palace of Sultan of Yogya), the Borobudur and Prambanan Temple, but I wasn’t quite sure if he would find interest in Malioboro (there so many of the same place all over Indonesia, I didn’t know if he ever visit one of them).

He would like to stay in Bantul, a reservation have been arranged. I toke (took) off at Janti, and he continued to go to Bus Terminal, (where) someone would be waiting for him by now. The sun (was) just above our head when we arrived at Yogya.

And I found he wrote about his trip to Indonesia in his blog. You should find about it on “Vinay’s little look at the world“.

Thanks Vinay :yes:

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