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This is a place where everybody loves and wish to come back again and again…!!

This is a place where people suddenly value their life..

This is a place where I forgot everything, where the sensation still the same.

The sensation of the beach at Santika hotel, Tuban, still the same. I always feel at home here, the place where I can play with the sand, enjoy the scenery of sunset, jogging along the beach while watching people play.

The passion of mountain range, where I spend most of my time lately.

Keliki Village, Ubud, the place of “Bali”, the real face of “Bali”..., no TV, no Music, no Newspaper…; just me and myself ; just me and the morning sun ; just me and the cricket at night.

Watching people gave the offering to GOD early morning and during the sun dawn…

Watching my Padma blossom, feel the coldness of the water …

Sit quietly and let my mind fly away high to the place that I’ve never even dare to visit.

No ever place that I want to spend more than Bali … ,

I never dreamed to visit this city, Singkawang, the city which never been in the discussion of our Geography study during my elementary, junior nor even high school.

We had an assignment to write about Bugis people who transport the log from Pontianak to Jakarta by using their traditional boat.

We near to finished our assingment, when my friend got an invitation to visit Sintang, another city near Pontianak.

We were in the middle of admiring the sparkle of traditonal boat, when my friend told us about Singkawang, where had been known as the traditional chinesse ceramic village.

We found that as an opportunity to wrote something about their tradition, the people and the ceramic.

We arrived there in the evening …. humid, hot, seemed that no one ever touched that city, and went straight to the ceramic crafts village.

The village were far away from the center. We had to across the coarse grass desert … like a village in the Vietnam War.

We felt like a stranger. Yes .. a stranger in our own country

We did understand that we will visit the village but found out that they could not understand Indonesian language… was something that we never know, something that never been taught nor even written in the newspaper, was something beyond my imagination.

It seems that their skilled … their ceramic … had overcome the languange barrier, had overcome the difficulties of a modern trade rules.

No wonder people had forgotten that they could not speak Indonesian.

Started from that day…everytime I saw a ceramic with chinese motif, or green color or with antique color…my mind always go to that place….

It was not only the ceramic … I found something that also interesting…. the traditional cafe …

We found that traditional cafe during our morning walk on the next day, our last day in that city.

Suddenly we were in the middle of several traditional cafe where the old people enjoyed the morning sun with the coffe kettle in the middle of the table.

It was not only 1 couple..it seemed that all of old people stayed in that city went out to enjoy their morning talk with the traditional coffee…

Dressed in Chinessed tradition … grey hair … hot water kettle in the middle of the table, aroma of the coffee…

That was the second things…that always remind me of that city.

The ceramic and the coffee…

I flew to Hyderabad on Sunday morning by Sahara carier, after my exhausting trip to Taj Mahal, after I finished my task at Delhi, after the bad experienced I had with the travel agency.

I never forget that Sunday morning in Hyderabad.

Raining…, smaller airport compare to Delhi…; remembering me of small city in Indonesia.

The hotel driver had been waiting for me and took me directly to the hotel which had been choosed by the same travel agent.

The same travel agent which had been appointed by EPCH (the coordinator of Indian International Handicraft exhibition), the same travel agent who cheated me.

I had a strange feeling at that time that I will be cheated again but I could not cancelled my trip to Hyderabad. I had paid the ticket from Delhi to Hyderabad, paid the hotel and the worst part, my returned ticket to Jakarta was from Hyderabad.

I was so shock when I entered the hotel, it was dark and no air con. Especially the room condition, the curtain, the carpet, it looks like that no one ever clean them. The bed, unbelievable.

Compared to my hotel in Delhi which cost 50 % less then in Hyderabad, that was the worst thing that ever happened in my life.

I was panicked at that time, and I started to called everybody that I know in India. I called my friend, I called my Indonesian Embassy. I cried, I told them I want to go back to Indonesia right away…

But GOD has His plan on me, He didn’t let me go home ..

My friend, finally found a good hotel for me, with a special price. More expensive but worth it. Viceroy Hotel … and maybe today it’s been changed to Mariott Hotel.

I felt at home suddenly, found something familiar with me.

..... My adventure started with Birla Mandir Temple, white marble stone with Mahabrata Epic relief. Saw the priest bless the people. Met with my indian little friend. Met with nice, kind people, whose taken my photograph.

Went to Shilpharam, the craft village, on Monday morning, bought a lot of earings and necklaces.

Browsing beautiful sari at Kalanikethan and finally bought one, my 1st beautiful sari…(wish I have a chance to wear it).

I still remembered the 1st sari that I would like to buy .. sari with gold string …. oh..I couldn’t afford it.. (wish I have a chance to wear it).

Went to Sadarfjung Museum on Tuesday morning, found the similarity of their traditional sarong with Indonesian sarong. Finally got the proof of my history study .. that long time ago, people from India and China came to Indonesia…

Pass the Husein Sagar every time I went to several places in Hyderabad.

Went to Charminar, pass Mecca Masjid, met with Catholic nun…before at the last…bought the pearls from Krishna’s pearl.

The 1st time in my life I bought precious stone of my birth stone and the pearls.

Nothing much to share, only the kindness of the people, the beautiful places, the light of Husein Sagar lake in front of my hotel, the garden, the pearls, the sari …

The architecture of the designer home, Microsoft building, the peacock of the campus…

It’s near Divali when I took my last dinner, Indian curry with chapati, before I left Hyderabad to Jakarta.

I will come back and settled my unfinished trip to Hyderabad … find out my past life.