Selamat Datang! that means welcome in Bahasa.
A week after resigning from work, I find myself in Indonesia as a tourist.
It is my first time to be out of the country and yes, the brave girl that I am I have traveled alone.
Hmm, not really alone as my sister is there to pick me up at the airport in Indonesia but still travel alone in the sense that I have no one with me when I left and arrived. The feeling of independence and innocence is there.
Being intercepted by the immigration is no help at all. Being in question of your capability to travel abroad is not a good feeling. I never want to go through that again.
The difference? Not much. Same scene as here in the Philippines. Just a different language. Their roads are switched and yes it is a Muslim country, they have praying rooms in every corner even on gas stations.
The foods are delicious. It’s exciting when you look at the menu and you don’t know what you are ordering unless there is a picture next to it, so most of the time it really is a surprise.
Another surprise is their money. Look at the price tag and you’ll be in for a smile. A shirt cost 120,000 but when you convert it to peso –its only 600. A million to them is five thousand to us. I can be a millionaire there 🙂
Their transportation amazes me, The Ojek is fun. A back ride with your pal on a motorcycle just pay for it after the ride. Other modes of transportation is normal, so I won’t cover that anymore.
If you’re a nature lover like me, this is a place for you. They have plenty of places where you can just stare and be thankful of the wonderful Creation. The cold breeze is a great blessing to add comfort to your trip.
The people are nice too, though it will be nicer if you can understand them. I don’t know Bahasa so I just rely on my sister for everything. One time I’m in search of a comfort room and find myself using sign language.
I had a good laugh when once I’m in a grocery and shouted “Ang ganda ganda ko” at the top of my lungs and no one reacts or even looked at me strangely. I am a very confident person 🙂 Yes, that is a social experiment if I may add.
Read more of my International travels in my related posts
After spending 10 days there, I missed home.
It was a good experience, I will always search for the thrill of going to another country but at the end of the day, still there is no place like home, a country where you are not a tourist, visitor and the other race but to a country where you are the proud native.
Thank you for reading!