A tale of a brown skin solo female traveller

...Make your choice, adventurous Stranger;Strike the bell and bide the danger,Or wonder, till it drives you mad,What would have followed if you had...

I wrote this because i know there are thousand people traveling solo in this world every day.

There were times where i said "Lucky me, i'm traveling by my self!!" or when the itchy feeling inside my chest when i see something amazing, like sunrise on a mountain top, or beautiful night city view from a high tower...moment when you think "what the heck am i doing here by my self??"

There are more than once i get my cellphone and dial a number of my family member but then cancel it--errh its very expensive to pay... but i just want to share the experience.. and i really ..really feel sorry because they can not experience what i had while on my trip. Just an sms to someone that i know sometimes help.. like saying "hey finally i see Eiffel tower, its huge!" silly sms that i sent to a friend although can't express how i felt that time.. but sharing the momento is kind of fun.

Grow up in a tiny town in Sumatra, i could count by fingers girls that traveling solo abroad since 2007. Its just our culture not really think a solo female traveler is a good thing. Even a guy in Singapore say it blunt, he will never allow his daughter traveling by her self.

I never meet any Indonesian traveler during my trip for 20 days in Europe. I didn't talk with Indonesia language beside time when i met my old friend Niklas at Stuttgart. Its kind of silly when you missed the small thing at home while youre away and when you back to your country... its kind of..nah.. i want something else (like Germany soft cheese or fresh spargel).

Landed in Charles de Gaulle... i could feel what every what we call "bule" a call for caucasian in Indonesia. Staring eyes. Little children look at you and smile.. very cute. I am not the average asian girls with 173cms height (5.67 ft), i look more like Chinese somehow but my skin darker. Its just the Sumatra girl type of look.

When i say i am from Indonesia, while in Brussels one of the traveler say, can't be! hahah because he went to Java island, and Bali.. but not to Sumatra. We had different ... kind of looks. Most of us more taller, and the skin is more lighter. I think its the ancestor more to mixed of Chinese and Arabic as Sumatra is a trading island, close to the Malacca strait its one of the "silk road" for traders (if you read history). The girls in java more shorter and had darker brown skin.. mine more yellowish/light brown like sunkissed tan (this is what my friend describe hahah).

Ok back to the topic.


I just feel stranded and all alone. Like... oh wow.. i am very different here! even with some asian i met in Europe just once i passes by a young family with malaysian dialect talking out side the ANZ stadium in Munich, must be the Bayern Muenchen fans for sure. But that girl is the only girl that i met with same skin color and dialects that i know :(


And i am not even going to the moon yet! hahaha


I tried not to loose my identity while im traveling.. why? for me this is important.... i stick to the note i am from Indonesia, and i had my own culture.. i try to tell other travelers things about Indonesia. The cultures... the fact that BALI IS PART INDONESIA as one of our 33 province and its a huge country also the majority beliefs is moslem there.


I always proud to say i am from Indonesia, even if at the end they will talk about the Bali Bombing and also the bombing happens in Jakarta, all i could say is so many mean people in this world, you could fiind it in India, UK, and most recent in Norway, a peaceful Nobel country!


Why generalize all Indonesian because one maniacs?? why made any different than things in India, UK, Japan... is that made everyone not like those country? No.


Ok no politics debating here.


How to deal with loneliness while you traveling solo?how do you cope with those?


First i will try to look back why i did it. Reason why i travel solo. Because i want it, for sure! then like my boss said once "suck it up" i did. For better or worse this is what i choice.


I will try to find new connection, new friends on road... which you will find easier to get while you're traveling solo! this is how i met Mr T and loads more my friends on street. We got lost and we share maps and itineraries.

A small "hi" and a smile would help very much! i am a very shy person... especially to people i just met. But hey.. when youre traveling by your self you can't do the shy thing! when you get lost you need to interact with other people to ask directions, dont forget to thank them! and hostels... is also the best place to find new friends.. try to mingle!

I will also try to think nice reason why i travel solo.. i could do things that i like, also no schedule no itineraries... just let loose!

Traveling solo is also a good way to see inside your soul, to think about your life... things that you took for granted like family, friends.. everyone that you wish that could be with you that time. You could only send sms say "thanks for being my friend" its overwhelming feeling to know that back there at home you s till have them, and you being alone just during your travel time only.

Try to made your schedule pretty tight, or do something productive, drawing, taking tons of pictures, i always bring my ipod with me, i could listen to music and play game while on tram. But if you want to friends on road i am not suggesting this hahaha.. last thing i want is to bug someone with earphones stick to their ears. It short of saying "let me by my self would you?!!"

Also i would try to do some sport, running, swimming.. its good after a long trip, to get rid the jet lag.. and btw jet lag i thin is the main cause of the "oh i feel so lonely" depressed feeling!! and i just get rid that away quick.. like while i was in Paris, just go and walk i wont stay in hostel bed and feel sad of being in a strange city! i will explore! (Fika the explorer hahahah!)


Just open your map, your lonely planets your itinerary.. dont let your self not doing anything.. unless if youre having vacation at a small island and youre next to this beach, lying down in white sandy beach under a tree with a book half read on your tummy and youre enjoying the sun, then i am very sure of this, you're doing just fine not doing anything ,...but that!


There are thousand things to do to cope with your loneliness... i know you had your own way on the street.... its sad that you travel by your self.. but hey.. its your choice and you are in place where you want to be!!


Cheer up!

Paris-Strasbourg Kelas 1 yang bikin down! (Part 1)

.....Brussels-Paris-Strasbourg...... 3 kota dalam 1 hari saja.. wow....(gak kebayang aku bakalan ngelakuin ini semua..)

Aku berangkat dari kota Paris jam 6 sore waktu setempat. Kereta TGV yang aku naikin smooth banget gak unjlak2an kek kereta di Indonesia.. berasa dalam pesawat malahan... TGV ini kecepatan rata2nya di atas 300kms/jam. Dan eng ing engg gue dapat kelas 1 sodara2.. harga tiket yang gue dapat bahkan lebih murah dari tiket kelas 2 yaitu 40 Euro.

Strasbourg termasuk salah satu kota penting di benua Eropa. Terletak di perbatasan Perancis dan Jerman. Kota ini tujuan ke tiga setelah Paris dan Brussels dalam itinerary ku. Aku juga dah bookmark beberapa tempat dari lonely planets ku buat di kunjungi.

Pemandangan dari luar kereta bagus banget loh, kek iklan2 susu di Indonesia.. banyak ladang rumput yang luas banget, pertanian.. ada kuda2 yang segede gaban, beserta sapi hitam putih yang jarang aku liat di Sumatra... anak2 main sepeda yang nunggu kereta lewat dengan pipi mereka yang merah2 kek peach! uhh uhhh.. dan pegunungan dengan pohon pinus...

Aku juga dah dapat sms dari from Mr T dia bilang dia bakalan jemput aku langsung dari tempat kerja. Mr T adalah host aku selama aku berada di Jerman. Aku pertama kali ketemu sama Mr T waktu aku pergi liburan ke Hongkong dan Macau tahun kemaren.

Mr T tinggal di Karlsruhe jadi lumayan agak jauh juga dari tempat dia. Ini kali pertama aku ketemu lagi setelah lebih 7 bulan gak ketemu.. huhuh rada deg degan juga sih masih sama kek dulu gak ya orangnya! haha dan berharap banget dia datang buat jemput akyuuu.... tapi rules dengan back up plan tetap aku jalanin.. aku juga sudah contact teman lama aku dari Stuttgart buat cadangan kalau2 nih Mr T gak bisa host aku atau jemput.... i hope he really there, if hes not..GRRRHH!!

Servis di kelas 1 ternyata biasa aja.. aku juga bingung apa sih kelebihannya? selain tempat duduk yang super gede gini.. mau di recliningpun kekenya mustahil sebab dengan tinggi aku yang 173cm aja jarak lutut sama kursi depan aku kurang dari sejengkal.. kebayang kalau aku recline seat ke belakang pasti yang duduk di belakang aku ngoceh2 pake bahasa  perancis atau jerman..... matelah awak!!

Aku terusterang lebih suka kelas 2 atau ekonomi deh kalau kek gini... tapi berhubung murah tiketnya kenapa ngga kan??? ini kali pertama aku agak nyesal berada di kelas 1 yang luxury banget. Sebab aku cuma ngerasa... aku bukan berada di tempat aku... hiks... kek nyasar gitu deh perasaan..

Dari awal aku naik ke gerbong ini dengan tas koper gede warna ungu aku... dan di bantu sama om2 genteng banget ya olloh.. dan harumm...... ini kali pertama aku naik kereta di Eropa. Bukannya di Indonesia aku juga sering naik kereta loh... mana ada kereta di Jambi hahaha...

Di Sumatra, kereta cuma ada di Aceh, Medan, sama Padang... daerah Riau, Jambi ngga ada... karena tanahnya rawa2 gitu sih kata orang tua. Pengalaman gue naik kereta di sumatra cuma dari Prabumulih Palembang ke Bandar Lampung PP itu aja... dan itu mungkin 10 tahun yang lalu waktu aku masih kuliah di UNILA.

Kalau di Jawa aku pernah naik 1 kali dari Jakarta ke Bandung. Memangsih kelas executive.. tapi itu waktu aku umur 13-14 tahun hahaha jadi hampir 20 tahun yang lalu!!

Kereta ini mewahnya berasa bo..jadi waktu naik aku cuma bisa bilang: "ohh sh*t" penumpangnya juga aje gile... setelan jas SEMUA haduuh piyeeeee..iki.. wong deso.. kok nyampur sama yang kek ginian...Armani, Hugo Boss.. ohh.. Shuuuuuuutt! trus yang ibu2nya dandanan juga mewah dengan kalung mutiara segede batu kali elegan banget.. cewek muda ada juga tapi tampang esmud juga, pake setelan hitam dengan stocking dan rambut rapi gitu... ohhhhhh matelaaah awaaakkkkk!!

Gue sudah pake pakaian terbaik gue.. yang cuma ada waktu itu black flat shoes, black paty house, rok pendek warna hitam putih sama baju kaos oblong warna putih.. nyantaaaiii banget! (syukur2 gue beli tuh pantyhose di Champ Elyses!!) Rok juga atu2 nya yang ada di dalam tas hahahah berasa jadi babu di kereta mener2 Huhuhuhu...

 

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Brussels, Belgium First Night (day 3)

Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it won't get you anywhere ~ Van Wilder

This is the very first time i went to place that i known a little. We know Paris in Indonesia we talk about it a lot. But Brussels-Belgium?? No..i don't know the president, i don't know the flag... what do i know about this city/country?? i browse it AFTER i book my bus ticket from Paris while i was still in Indonesia. Belgium is so small! Sumatra island is much bigger than the whole country it self!

So tips from me after traveling there, go to the neighbourhood cities beside Brussels.. especially Brugge the 2nd Venice in Europe... they said its worth the visit, and i found this after the 2nd day in Brussels!

First impression about Brussel I got while I was still in Eurolines bus. It’s a smaller town compare to Paris. The roads are smaller, and somehow there are more people with lighter hair color than darker. The street are mixed between the aspal and cobble rocks. Its had its own character I think. Somehow i think i see more blonde here... errhhhh... ok.. this is interesting.

When I was arrive its around 7.45pm at Gare du Midi/Zuidstation station. I was thinking to stop here because it’s a middle train station (well that’s my best translation!). The train station is so big that I got lost! I try to find the “METRO” system. I could understand the France language.. its just the same like in Paris whenever I try to “vous parlais anglais?” they will say “non” and kept talking in French while I will talk in English… once again I was “lost in translation”.

The language they use in Belgium is French and Dutch. So, all of the street signs and directions are in both languages, French and Dutch. But I don’t mind. It’s kind of great to hear this mix. Indonesia back then was colonialism by Dutch, for over 300 years. But too bad we don’t speak Dutch! (even Mr T ask me why i am not speaking Dutch??errh i don't know..because they dont even allow Indonesian to STUDY and learn READING??) back then only people who work with Dutch govt who given the opportunity to learn and study in School. My family roots never like Dutch hahahah! so we dont speak dutch (i think back then they also consider anyone who speak Dutch as traitor!)

Again the cultural mixed here, blend into the city life. The buildings, people, and foods are so various. I like the town in between, it’s like standing in gray area. It’s richer with the twist!

My first mission after finding the Metro train station is try to understand how it work!! I had the map on my ipod so I know what direction I should ride in.

Ok, it’s a different system than Paris, the ticket machine (it’s called “GO”) almost the same. But this time I had coins so, I get 5 jump/ride pass for 7.30 Euro. The ticket just made of thick paper, with size of ATM card. Kind of remind me the train ticket card to go to Sentosa Island in Singapore. For other choice of tickets you could see at this website/STIB.

I pick the 5 trip because theres no way I would want to use day ticket because its 8pm and I was exhausted and really need sleep! It’s the 4^th day since my traveling, so I guess the jetlag still there but I kept pushing myself… and yah.. hahah I just want to sleep early!

Don’t lose the ticket! You will need to validate it in a yellow box machine on the entrance. Hehe don’t play fool here folks, there plenty security at the train station, so better not forget to validate the card because they did check it randomly.

With this ticket actually you could use it/mix it with bus or tram ride. So it’s very efficient! Also you could book the ticket online, but I am not so sure how this work. I prefer to do it at the train station. And no queue like in Paris, so no worry! 

But of course for the comparison between bus, tram and metro, my fave ride is the metro because it’s the fastest. In Brussels there are 4 metro lines and 2 tram lines, so you don’t have to squeeze in like in Paris. It’s a small city once again, and plenty transport choice.

Also I do notice that it’s very friendly to wheelchair. I like it, because I think it’s fair enough!

When I am waiting for the train, I made mistake reading the sign, that I go to the other way instead to the direction that I should go (hehehe). I just laugh at myself because its silly! Especially when you’re dragging a huge purple luggage.

From Garde du Midi I take the direction to Simonis-Elizabeth, its 7 train stop to the Botanique/Kruidtuin. In the train I met with a boy with a very friendly smile. He works in one of chocolate shop in Brussels. We talk quite a bit. He kept saying Brussels is very good and safe.. haha ok! we talk abit about tourism in Brussels and its nice to know new people here, his name is Max..thats sound European.

When he needs to go down we did something ackward, as he said good bye, when i give him my hand to shake he pullm e instead to kiss my cheek and hug, errrhh i froze and i could feel my face warm, i bet i blush, and he the same as must be could feel i feel shock hahah! ok.. this is how they said good bye.. ok..thanks God my body alarm not set to "on" hahah so i wont slap him hahah! i wash blushing so much that i could only grin! (its not our culture!!)

I stay in Van Gogh Youth Hostel. Yep, it’s the famous painter. He once live there… uhmmm.. ok its very nice actually, I’ve seen the pictures of the hostel from internet. I take the mixed dorm room, the cheapest one for 18 euro per night plus you got breakfast. They also had shared kitchen that you could use.

I brought some food from Indonesia. I gave some of the food for my first host in Paris. He went to Indonesia before, so I bet he like the peanut paste for gado-gado, the mixed veggies salad… plus the pasta could be used as sate, the barbeque in stick also Indonesia food.

Check in at the hostel they said they’re full. But then I show them my booking mail, lucky I print out everything. I said I booked the room, and I got the mail. She then ask me to fill up the form, hand out my passport—they had rule some people over 35 not allowed to stay at  the hostel unless it’s a group.

I look around the lobby, there are plenty students, maybe its like a tour. They speak in Germany and some in Dutch.

I got my room key, and getting to the room i see, wow... there are asian, but hahah why they look not friendly?? errh.. never mind. Get into my room... oh my.. this is the most WEIRD bunk bed. I got the 2nd/top bunk...but...WHY THERE IS NO STAIRS?? how the heck i get up there??

Its actually not that hard for me as i like climbing. Im quite a pro since kids as my house fence is 3 meters high!!(and i escape most of time! hehe) I put my luggage on the wall.... and then i use it as a step to get to the top, and i try to jump from top.. wow... this is quite high!!! boys and girls do not try this at home!! hahaha!

 It was 9.30 and i decide to get some hot shower. I already told about the electric power as bad side at this hostel. But hey... dont call me McFika gyver.... heheh.. so with towel and my toilletries i walk through the hostel. I found some places where i could actually recharge my stuff.

At kitchen, at common room, also near lobby. After that i went downstair near the pool table, the shower kind of reminds me of swimming pool shower!

The smell and the cubicles hahaha! i see another plugs there, and the toilet you could close the door. So i took shower and recharge my cellphone and ipod!! finish shower i feel sleepy. Get my self a noodle cup and eat it quick at kitchen, everyone still talking and drinking beer. Its hell of crowd. I like it. But none try to speak with me just the guys look and stare and ....why they feel shy?? i am the only one who had brown skin... and it feels good once again!! hehehe (feel like a cougar in rooster cages hohohohoh). I had to remind my self most of guys in here prob much younger than me!! haha 

I just try to understand what they talk about, i could hear some english, buyt very little, mostly french, and dutch also germany.

After brushing my teeth i get back to my dorm and use my eye mask and EAR PLUGS. There are two girls get in and said they want to g o to party and there are 3 guys, they seemed like arguing wether there are people in 3 beds that they want to stay in. I look at them, without saying anything as i already on my bed, using my sleeping gears... they short of saying sorry.. hey.. i try to get some sleep here!!!

Tomorrow more about Brussels and more pictures for sure!!

Last Morning in Paris, still a wacky day! (Day 3)

The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognize you as a tourist ~ Russell Baker


On last day in Paris i actually made an appointment with Guillaume to woke up and get out of his apartment at the time he leave for work. Its pretty normal for couch surfer host, well for security reason that's for sure. I short of ok with that. But then he said, i could leave later and return the key to him at his work place. I could wake up pretty late and pack my things, while he leave for work

I just can't believe how he could be my host! he trust me, and its an honor! i did clean up as i could while packing and just to show a little thank you for him. I really do appreciate what he gave me (roof and dinners and loads of stories about Paris! also accompany on the tour yesterday!). I can not ask for better host than him!! (he's the best host ever for me!!).

Couch surfing is one of the best thing that i ever done for sure!

After clean up i decide to do my last walk around Paris. Believe it or not the last place is the most important for me; a visit to Arc de Triomphe and Champ Elysees!

From Guy Moquet station (only 100 meter from Guillaume apartment) i went to the Metro station Charles de Gaulle Etoile near the Arc de Triomphe. Walking up stairs from the train station to the road, when i turn my self there it was.... Arc de Triomphe. Now i know how the French aka Parisien feels about their country.

Its a fabulous building, stand there so arrogantly, so beautiful... i just stand still just few mins to stare and look at it, and say..oh wow..

Champ Elysees street on my back (taken from Arc de Triomphe)

The famous Arc de Triomphe and Me!

I went to the passage near the street cross, it goes down the street. Very convenient to cross the busy road! but..errhh its same like every corner of Paris (well most of...) its smell like urine! yucks...

Passage under the street to Arc de Triomphe

And the first thing i did notice like the Eiffel Tower yesterday.. its HUGE!!!

Top of Arc de Triomphe

Names of brave soldiers Arc de Triomphe

Champ Ellyses

Amazing street!!

Narsis di Arc de Triomphe Paris

While i was taking pictures and busy with my camera.. i didn't notice a young guy (cute tho) taking my picture as if he hug me from my side!! and his friends were laughing at his silly act! when i did notice i just stare at him and he said something in French... i don't understand i said in French (je ne compre pas!) but he kept saying something in French, and his friends laugh even harder!

He ask one his friend to translate but its not much helping so we were lost in translation. He short of saying want to take pictures with me! hahaha i said ok... but then errh why he hug me like that!! ohh (TT.TT) i don't even know his name!! hahahaha! but he and his friends sound fun and they are actually nice!

The guy who "hijack" me at Arc de Triomphe

After fussy fuss with lost in translation we said "au revoir" his friend said enjoy Paris! i said yes!! and then we walk separately i still took some pictures and stay there for a while... i want to remember how is it feels to be at Arc de Triomphe... because its not like everyday i could come here!!

And i don't want to be that kid of "tourist" that came, took pictures, and go. I want to feel what is it like to be there.... the air, the sky, everything! even the pollution! hehehehe

Marching a long the Champ Elysees... i was so happy! wooow this is the famous street that i've been dreaming to walk at!!

Errrhhh.. why i met with this guy again??? and you know what he said?? he said its a FATE?? LoL whattt?? hahahahahahahah!! nooo!!!

My admirer and his hugging habit-Champ Elysees

I swear if i met him ever again.. hahahahahaha... no i don't want he's kind and funny..but why he can not speak any english???? also.. hehe my heart is somewhere else *wink* (kalo yang single ntar gue daftarin deh!)

Me at Champ Elysees!

I try to enter one of the branded shop there.. all i could do is grinning... i can not affort even a small tiny pin hahahah! well... so much for shopping here.. i love it.. but no.. i am not into branded stuff..just too bad! hahah i am a "cheap" girl hehehehe

Louis Vuitton Champ Elysees-Paris

After walking along the famous Champ Elysees, i walk pass through the garden that belong to the Palais de Elysees. I walk along the Champ Elysees Avenue and end up in front of Tuiletries Jardin close to the Louvre.

At 1pm i went back to the Guy Moquet and get my stuff.. leave a thank you note for Guillaume and went to his hotel and leave the apartment key for him. I can't stop saying thank you for him, because he's been so nice!

I went through a painful METRO ride from Guillaume work to the Gare d'est ! its a reminder to write here.. girls!! do not bring your huge 26" luggage if you want tp pass through over 6 metro station!! they had no elevator and no lift!! so you have to lift your luggae along those freakin stairs!! it will be the best if you carry a back pack.....

Next will be Brussels!!

Paris~Day Out With My Host!! (Day 2)

If you reject the food,  ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people you might better stay at home...

James A. Michener 

I was talking to Guillaume last night until about 1am. We talk a lot about things. He missed Indonesia for sure! we talk in Indonesia, and sometimes in English when we can not find the words to say hahah!

He cook for me last night too, it was very nice! and i sleep smiling with full tummy and happy thought about i had new friend here in Paris. I can not say how lucky i was because he was willing to accept me at his apartment!

His apartment is small as he said on couchsurfing and i don't expect much, its enough, the sincerity and welcome feeling that i had, its more like staying with your old friends! I gave him the Glen Fredly MP3 CD not really what he expecting, but i could see he missed the song hahah so he feel ok with that! (so sorry! could be better than that!!)

So  the next day, Guillaume promise will spent sometimes with me.. well i think its ok, because he seemed so busy, but awwww he just so nice! so wake up at 8, and we walk from his apartment, we will explore Montmarte!! but we had to do it quick because he had to go back to his workplace and prepare some stuff for a meeting in his hotel. I said thats fine :)

First place we see is the Sacre Couer. It was a mix of everything its beautiful, the building also the park near it.... we actually only walk only like 2-3 kilometers from Guillaume apartment.. the surrounding neghbour hood are awesome, Guillaume said this is where the Paris rich people live.... beside that the location on the top of the hill made us possible to see the whole city from the front of the Cathedral.

Inside the cathedral, i was amazed by the mural on top of the Cathedral. I was amazed how much effort people made to show their love to God. I definetly speachless to see it my self... there was 4 huge angels carved in very detail shape, also the lights help to pop up the angels characters....

We went for lunch with some frites and gyros again. He knows that i can not eat pork, and its so nice to meet someone who could understand this without judging first!

At his work place, as i assume Guillaume still very busy with a meeting that he had to arrange at his hotel. So, i decide to explore a bit the area surrounding his work place. Its actually pretty close to Jardin du Luxembourg and the palace.

It was beautiful!! i like the trees and the artsy statue... and to enjoy this by my self i feel slight guilt... i wish i share it with my sisters or my very best friends.. huhuh.. wish you were here guys!

Spending sometimes at park, and visit the palace with loads of people enjoying the sun.... its an amazing palace.. its just too bad i spent literally 10 minutes for pictures and just passing by in front of the park.. as i had to go back to Guillaume working place.

I will recommend it, as a must see if you went to Paris!! its beautiful with the trees and lots of people jogs.. amazing place to enjoy the sun with fountain and lots of statues .... love it...

When i went back Guillaume done with his job, he said sorry over and over hahaha.. i don't really that mind.. i spent sometimes at the garden too... so i wasn't missing things that much!

So from his work we went to the city center then walking along Seine river. Its around 4 that time....

Parisiens--people of Paris, love sitting and drinking wine with friends and enjoying their time at the river banks... sitting down enjoying sunset.. it was beautiful afternoon. Its also a romantic place to walk with your SO... i wish... *sigh* Mr T is here hahahaha.....

So we decide to do the BatoBus tour! the price is 14 Euro (stab my pocket deep hahaha!) but its really worth to try when you dont have enough time or only had short stay in Paris...

My Paris BatoBus pass

With this pass i could take the boat and jump within 8 stops; Champ Elysees, Louvre, Hotel de Ville, Jardin des Plantes, Notre Dame, St Germain de Pres, Muse D'Orsay, Tour Eiffel. But because this is the last boat then i am so very lucky then..and not lucky too hahah because i can not jump on and off the boat!

So... i better gave you a glimpse of my amazing tour!!

 

Love this picture from Seine River

Paris Afternoon @ Seine river

sunset at Paris

Wedding on Seine cruise at sunset.. aww.. this is VERY romantic!!

Sacre Coeur-Loveit!!

Inside Paris Batoboat Tour

Meet Guillaume my very..very sweet host!!

Parisiens dans Seinne (hope this is the correct french! haha)

Sunset at Paris Pont Neuf Bridge

Pont Neuf

As the final stop for the boat, also the enclosure is.... of course the Eiffel tower!!

Eiffel from distance

Its a very beautiful sunsets with Eiffel standing above the Seine River... there are hundreds romantic song playing in my head.. i feel static.. i came so far for this... i TAKE FRENCH course to get here.. but i never thought.... this is it!! i am heeeerrrrrrreeeeeeee!!!

Je t'aime bien!!

As i get closer to this tower, i swear i feel going to cry.. its so beautiful! I just can't believe i went here not with my husband or even boyfriend.. ugghh! lame... but i always thank God, i did had the chance to see it my self... with all of the grace and..errh tourist.. hahaha...

Eiffel and grey afternoon sky..

Me & Eiffel from Seine

This is sooooo perfect afternoon!

Sampe jugaa!! finally here! i can't believe it! its EIFFELLL!!!

We stay for a while to watch the lights show from the park near the Eiffel. After that we had long ride back to Guillaume Apartment. I can not stop talking about how beautiful it was! i bet Guillaume think i was a crazy babbling girl! but i had the most awesome afternoon... ever!

Paris, je t'aime!!! Paris day 1-Part 1

Its Paris.... i am hereee!!  bwahaha! sumpeh loooo!!

Sampai di CDG/Charles De Gaulle sekitar jam 10 lewat lumayan bingung juga sebab semua petunjuk dalam bahasa perancis . Aku coba artiin aja dikit2.. huhu walopun jadi anak asuh paling bandel waktu kursus bahasa perancis lumayan ada gunanya juga dikit2. Dari pesawat lumayan jauh juga menuju ke tempat pengambilan tas… aku rasa aku naik ke ban berjalan paling lama yang pernah aku naikin.. keknya naik ke terowongan dulu..

Aku yang tadinya ngantuk berat somehow feel so ecstatic, alias gak ada ngantuk2nya… semua hal di sini beda dengan di Indonesia… dan all sudden aku jadi mahluk langka, kebalikan dengan di Indonesia, bulenya sedikit orang indonesianya banyak…

Akhirnya aku ketemu juga tempat pengambilan barang yang ada di lantai entah yang keberapa (sebab melalui tunnel yang panjang (naik ke atas pula) dan naik tangga lagi…. Hummmm

Kesan pertama sama CDG entah kenapa aku lebih suka Changi Airport… lebih terang dan lebih jelas… warna abu2 CDG jadi ngebuat kusam… sama orang yang buru2 lalu lalang sana sinih jadi bikin tambah bingung. Huhuh… tapi aku kok ngerasa excited aja ya!!

Its brand new thing, the languages is so different! Bahasanya beda banget… aku juga dengar bahasa selain Perancis di sini.. aku kagum dengan Eropa yang mixed kek gini! Kalau Asia yang gado2 gitu di satuin kek gini jadinya apa ya??

Sudah di tempat pengambilan bagasi aku liat monitor dan liat penerbangan Lufthansa yang aku naik tadi ada di belt 11… tapi setelah hampir satu jam… kok…tas aku gak keluar2 juga.

Sambil nunggu aku buka tas file aku dan liat alamat Guillaume, host aku yang di Perancis sama nyiapin “carnet” yang dikirim sama my beloved Mr T (baekknyaaaaa!). Oh ya, aku pake Couch Surfing buat stay di Paris. Dengan Couch Surfing kita bisa tinggal di rumah orang Perancis dan lumayan merasakan tinggal sama orang Perancis tuh sehari2 gemana sih??

Nanti deh aku tulis soal Couch surfing ini khusus di salah satu postingan aku. Oh ya… couch surfing ini gratis loh! Aku gak mau nulis ini sarana buat menghemat, tapi memang pengeluaran untuk hostel yang sekitar 60 Euro/malam diluar sarapan... jadi lumayan terselamatkan uang awak! Tapi jangan semuanya di gantungin sama host ya… ini bukan sarana gratisan… jangan “ngaruk” kata orang Sumatra… jangan kelewatan!

Aku tinggal sama host aku ini selama 2 malam, totalnya 3 hari 2 malam. Mudah2an hostnya baik.. aku baru ini ketemu langsung dengan orangnya. Dia kebetulan pernah ke Indonesia beberapa kali.. ini juga alas an aku kenapa aku milih tinggal dan percaya sama dia (gak ada comment negative soal dia, terutama dari cewek2).

Setelah nunggu satu jam.. tas aku belum nongol juga….Waktu dah mulai panik aku liat lagi tas aku nongol huahuahau… ada juga akhirnya. Setelah puas narsis2 sekitar airport aku jalan mengikuti petunjuk arah “METRO” to city train.

RER sign at Charles de Gaulle

Di Paris ada 2 sistem kereta api, METRO dan RER. Kalau RER kereta untuk perjalanan yang rada jauh (linenya melingkar dari luar kota paris sampe ke dalam). Sedangkan Metro untuk di dalam kota dengan jarak yang deketan (dalam radius 1 kilometer).

Stasiun kereta ada satu lantai di bawah bagian kedatangan. Dan sebelum lift ada counter bagian informasi jadi aku sempati Tanya mbak2 di sana soal metro yang bakalan aku pilih. Sebab aku pernah baca Metro Perancis itu yang paring ruwet sedunia!! Gak tau gara2 terlalu sophisticated atau gara2 apa jadi kalau udah salah jurusan bisa wasting time sama money banget deh!

Udah ngantri di lift tiba2 mbak2 di bagian informasi dah nyetopin rombongan gue bilang kereta tutup (errh terjemahan aku dari bahasa perancis dia) lhaa.. kan baru siang kenapa tutup coba??

Aku coba Tanya kiri kanan makin banyak penumpang yang numpuk di pintu lift.. lhaa ada apa ini?? Setelah 1 jam aku Tanya sana sini ternyata ada demo di kota yang buat stasiun di tutup.

Errhhhh… apa udah saatnya buat back up plan sekarang?

Aku balik lagi Tanya ke bagian informasi yang jauuuhhh lebih rame dari sekarang. Aku janjian sama host aku jam 7 malam waktu Perancis jadi masih ada banyak waktu. Aku udah kirim sms dengan kartu As ku yang sekali lagi Berjaya di Paris! (hidup telkomsel!!) oh ya.. biaya per 1 sms?? RP 4000,-/sms!!!!!

Aku bilang delay, ketinggalan pesawat, dan sekarang demo.. huaaaahhhh.. serunyaa!! TT.TTv

Setelah beberapa saat kita ngantri dan udah mulai sesak rasanya gara2 rame… sebagian yang ngantri dah milih naik bus.. sebenarnya aku juga niat naik bus.. tapi aku milih kereta aja deh.. yang pasti di mana berhentinya!!

Stasiun bus-Gare routiere ada di terminal 3 juga jadi ikutin aja arah yang nunjukin arah stasiun RER

Di lantai bawah, ada petunjuk lagi buat naik kereta antar terminal CDG, jadi ya udah aku naik aja dari tempat aku T2/Terminal 2 ke T3/Terminal 3. Sekali lagi… lebih nyaman di Singapore… kereta yang ini lebih kecil dan lebih empet2an dengan penumpang lain…

Didalam kereta di depan aku mana ada pasangan yang bikin gerah.. huhuh keknya mau/habis berangkat kemana gitu jadi keknya melepas rindu banget huhu.. sirik dot com.

Anyway.. aku suka juga betapa expressive manusia2 di sini gak malu2, tapi yang lain juga keknya gak keberatan dengan mereka.. aku jadi sumringah sendiri.

Sampe di stasiun Metro semua pada buru2 ngantri di mesin karcis.. huhuh mampus kuadrat.. gemana pula ini! Aku gak tau KK aku bisa di pake apa ngga… malu bo kalo decline… aku liat uang yang di terima itu uang koin..huhu..aneh banget dah!!

My carnet ticket from CDG to City....

Setelah agak sepi aku baru deketin salah satu mesin dan liat ada pilihan bahasa. Langsung rubah bahasa inggris… aku denger2 banyak banget kartu kredit yang di tolak sama mesin ini, baca doa sakti mudah2an KK BCA aku gak di decline huhuhu… demi tiket ONE WAY seharga 8.70 Euro bo! (Rp 113.000,-).

Pencet sana dan sini… puter2 roda mouse....dan menunggu moment yang menegangkan… terdengar suara mesin print dan tiket yang di jatuh kan dan bukti transaksi.. cihuyyyy…. Berhasil!

Oh ya untuk yang beli tiket harian atau paket untuk ke aiport kereta berbeda, dan haru beli tiket sendiri/gak termasuk yang dalam paket mingguan atau 3 harian itu. Sebab tiket itu hanya untuk di zona dalam kota.

Kereta di Paris terbagi dalam beberapa zona loh…. Untuk zona 1-4 itu termasuk wilayah dalam kota kalo gak salah… jadi masih bika pake tiket terusan atau yang paket tapi berhubung CDG letaknya jauh di luar kota kita harus beli lagi deh tiket yang bentuknya sama persis sama “carnet” tapi ada tulisannya kok CDG hehe

Dapat tiket langsung di “validasi” di mesin yang mirip sama di Singapore, jangan lupa ambil lagi tiketnya ya.. tiket masuk dari depan mesin trus keluar lagi di bagian atas… nanti kalau di kereta mendadak dangdut ada yang periksa dan kamu gak punya tiket, dengar2 dendanya 40 Euro… lumayan bikin jatuh miskin mendadak!! (udah miskin bertambah pula derita awak….emaakkk!)

Turun ke stasiun peron kereta.. uhhhh…yang bener aja.. bau pesing bo! gelap pula.. kek mana ini kalo malam..serem....Yah… ini lah beda Perancis/Eropa sama Singapore lagi… disini kek nya bau pesing rada normal… amit2 dah…

Gak berapa lama kereta dating, dan aku pertama bingung cara naiknya… berhubung yang di Bangkok dan Singapore sama di Hongkong pintunya otomatis aku jadi diam berdiri kek patung nunggu pintu kebuka.. ternyataaa.. gak otomatis sodara2!!! Perlu di tarik kedua gagangnya baru bisa kebuka… haduuuhh… jadi malu huahuahha…

Naik di kereta, aku langsung pilih tempat duduk yang paling belakang yang kosong… keretanya juga biasa aja.. kek kereta di Jakarta.. kelas ekonomi yang banyak graffitinya…

Pemandangan di luar kereta juga ngeliatin daerah sub urbs Paris yang kumuh, ada rumah lucu2 ada bengkel… kek Indonesia tapi dengan bentuk rumah, vegetasi/pohon dan bunga yang beda… pokoknya semua beda….

Sinar matahari terik banget Cuma udaranya sejuk banget, aku liat di airport, suhu udara sekitar 18 derajat selsius, dan orang Paris senang banget sama cuaca kek gini!!

Menurut petunjuk dari Guillaume, aku mesti turun di stasiun Port Royale setelah stasiun Luxembourg (Line biru B2 atau B4). Masih jauh banget….dan aku gak perlu ganti kereta dari CDG.. alhamdulillhah…

Di Gare du Nord penumpang banyak yang naik… aku jadi bisa liat beraneka ragam manusia… semua ada kelebihan dan kekurangan… and I had the chance to see all of this.. I am a very lucky girl… aku tersenyum sendiri dengan renungan ini…

Di stasiun Port Royale aku turun dengan tas ungu yang gede… naik ke jalan… hummm… aku jadi hilang orientasi… mana arah barat dan timur ya? Gak ada pilihan lain aku Tanya tante2 yang lagi ngerokok di luar stasiun.. dia nunjukin satu arah ya udah aku jalan… gak berapa jauh aku di setopin sama cewek muda, dia bilang aku Tanya apa sama ibu2 itu? Aku bilang aku nyari Hotel tempat teman aku kerja Namanya Hotel Ville Luxembourg, dia bilang oh, arahnya malah kebalikan… haahhh? Trus dia bilang hati2 sama orang gitu nanti aku malah tambah di buat nyasar.. haduuhhh… aneh deh…

Aku baloik arah dan melewati stasiun, dan si tante masih di sana, dia naikin bahu, nanya ada apa, aku bilang wrong dengan tanda silang, dia Cuma angkat bahu lagi sambil mencibir… lhaaa…

Yah sutralah… aku gak mau bête di Negara orang.. jalan dan lihat hotel itu aku langsung titip tas aku… si Guillaume belum dating, jadi aku titip tas dan langsung ngacir keluar… sebelumnya temannya kasih tau soal satu stasiun kereta yang lebih….dekat, tapi ini RER jadi beda system sama METRO, namanya stasiun Vavin, di jalan yang sama “Blvd de Port Royal”.

Louvre & my "Monalisa" smile!

Dari sini bakalan aku lanjutin ke Part 2 ya......

Europe, shall we?? Start yang menegangkan!

Kalau semua perjalanan sama kek tempo lagu, dari lambat ke cepat, atau ibarat panser dah panas baru ber beran... cerita aku mulai dengan panas dingin duluan...

Kalo yang jelek jangan ditiru yakk *takut dikutuk emak2's sedunia* lhaa kenapa??? ini jawabannya:

Aku gak pernah bilang sama nyokap soal berangkat ke Eropa, ngakunya cuma ke Singapore doang!! hyaaaa!!! ke Jakarta aja doi dah cemas getoohh... bilang ke Jerman pastinya doi bilang "NEI..NEI..NEI!!" mampus gue nanti di pasung di hutan Jambi!!

Berangkat dari rumah jam 10.30am kesialan di mulai dari malam… 

Bisa2nya tambalan gigi copot… please deh dah mau berangkat masa mesti sakit gigi segala.. gak lucu lah…tapi apa boleh buat… terpaksa pergi kerumah sakit dan ngantri dan memohon suster biar bisa duluan, secara dapat nomor 8 huhuhu.. akhirnya dokter gigi di batalin sebab sampe jam 11 kurang masih duduk dengan manisnya di ruang tunggu.

Diantar sama si mamah sama pacar adik gue, kita barengan di airport.. masih ada waktu 45 menit jadi kita makan bakso malang dulu heheh.. taste of Indonesia sebelum nyoba roti melulu.

Waktu dah di panggil buat boarding, sambil cipiki sama cipika, langsung bilang, mah aku pergi ke Jerman sama Perancis, doain baik-baik aja, nyokap bengong, "ahh masa sihh?kapan ngurus visanyaaaa??" cuma bisa teriak sama nyokap, "ntttaaaarrr di ceritain waktu baliiikkk!!!" dan si anak durhaka melewati security airport sambil dadahin mamahnya yang bengong...

Ntar tak di belikan kain sari warna hijau lagi deh dari Singapore... doi suka sama kain sari, berhubung bisa dibuat pakaian muslim (panjang kain sari 6 meter bo!) lumayan bagus buat seragam lebaran huahuah! (ngirit dot com jugaaaa)

Akhirnya pesawat lepas landas jam 11.30pm hehe duduk di sebelah ibu2 yang baeeek banget.. kita kenalan trus dia nawarin satu taksi/barengan dari Hang Nadim ke Batam Center (dari airport ke pelabuhan). Memang dari awal aku niatan mau cari orang buat share taksi.. lumayan biar bisa hemat 70 ribu bagi dua hehehe (ngirit dot com lagii)

Sampe di Btama sekitar jam satu lebih… kita langsung jalan ngambil barang.. oh ya lebih baik beli tiket kapal PP dari airport sebab lebih murah. Aku naik boat penguin dengan harga tiket yang diskon dengan syarat tuh tiket PP digunakan sebelm 30 juni 2011. No problem.. memang kan niat baliknya tanggal 5 Jun jadi aku ambil aja. Letak counter ferry sebelum pengambilan barang ada di sebelah kanan.

Waktu itu aku mau tukar Singapore dollar di sana tapi setelah liat ternyata nilai tukarnya jalek banget bandingannya, jadi aku bata tukar dan mutusin mungkin tukar di Singapore aja kali yaaaa…. Secara aku masih punya kartu MRT dan aku juga masih ada kira2 25 Sing dollar.

Jadi berangkatlah kita dengan taksi yang super ngebut… aku udah tau jadwal ferry yang bisa aku kejar.. Ferry jam 2 siang. Jadi aku rada santai juga, si ibu2 sama mertuanya juga asyik banget orangnya. Dia bilang aku gila sebab aku jalan2 sendirian ke Eropa pertama kali..waduh bu, saya juga mempertanyakan kewarasan saya sebenarnya…

Akhirnya kita sampe di Batam Center, masih belum berunbah dari luarnya… kami langsung ke belakan tangga untuk setor tas, hehe.. disini kita bisa check in tas kita. Tapi ternyata kata si bapak yang Tanya kita mestu lapor tiket dulu di lantai 2. Jadi aku naik ke lantai dua dan cek in tiket dulu.

Disini aku musti bayar S$12 untuk port tax. Whatever lah…  sudah cek in aku turun lagi ke bawah buat check in tas aku. Disini di bilang kalo tas beratnya dibawah 20 kilo FREE, tapi kemudian si bapak suruh aku bayar Rp 10.000,- yah bodohnya aku ketika terima recipt/tanda terima aku gak baca.. ternyata di recipt yang dikasihnya juga biaya RP 00,00,- wew!!! Baru nyadar waktu dah naik ke boat!! Ahhh pungli!! Dasar INDONESIAAAAA!!

Hiks.. korban PUNGLI biadaappp!

Aku juga lupa kalau kartu XL ku tersayang belum di aktifkan international roamingnya.. huhuh..buru2 hub teman aku buat cari info soal int. roaming! Tapi ternyata sodara2 gak ada info buat international roaming dan keknya harus langsung ke XL shop..haduuuhhh…

Tapi aku dah siap sedia dengan membawa semua kartu huahauha..mulai dari IM3, AS sampe dengan XL hohoho..yang mana yang bisa di pake aja.. kalo ngga ya udah aku beli kartu aja lah…

Sampai di Singapore waktu mau masuk ke imigrasi.. wadaw.. aku liat banyak kaliiiii peraturan yang bisa buat aku di deportasi: 1. Aku bawa DVD bajakan… niatnya mau nonton DVD kalau cuaca gak bagus di hostel/hotel nanti 2. Aku bawa obat2an yang lumayan banyak kek buat apotek berjalan huahau secara aku suka kena flu huhu maklum daya tahan tubuh agak kurang kalo dah di Negara orang! Hehe yang ke 3. Aku juga tau kalo di larang bawa barang palsu masuk ke EROPA tapi aku tetep bawa WHPO aspal dengan kulit tulisan LV hahahaha sok cihuy banget kan!

Tapi ternyata… waktu udah deg degan abiss… yang ngecek passport aku cowok.. hoho dia tanya mau ngapain ke EROPA aku bilang mau ngegembel disana, dia bengong.. maksudnya sekolah? Heh aku bilang liburan backpacking. Dia senyum2… hehe baik juga… passport di stempel dan akujalan menuju mesin xray.. huhu pilihan yang sulit untuk jujur.. mau masuk ke jalur “have something to declare” atau “nothing to declare” hahahah aku mantap jalan di “nothing to declare”. Mudah2an gak ada yang bunyi2 atau di suruh bongkar tas!! Malunya booo…. 

Tapi ternyata gak ada yang nyetopin dan bunyi2 cihuyyyyy…..

Aku mantap melangkah nyari MRT buat ke changi!

Waktu di stasiun MRT Harbour Front aku check status kartu MRT aku wew… ternyata sisa Cuma S$10 yah sudahlah.. aku recharge lagi S$10 (aku ada bawa sedikit sing dollar dari Jambi). Dan langsung naik MRT.

Dari harbor front MRT aku naik NE17 jurusan Punggol (line warna ungu) dan turun di interchange Outram Park buat ganti ke kereta MRT jurusan Changi (line warna Hijau tua). Dan dari sini kira2 ada 12 stasiun MRT sebelum Tanah Merah. Di Tanah merah harus ganti dengan MRT khusus ke Changi Airport… hehe kedengarannya ribet.. tapi gampang kok kalau dah ngerti….

Sampe di change aku masih ada waktu kira2 6 jam..wadaww…

Langsung ke terminal 2 aku dah langsung liat “early check in” Lufthansa.. yah… sutralah.. aku langsung double check bawaan di tas ransel.. takut2 ada barang2 nanti yang di tahan waktu di gate huhuhu pengalaman jelek.. nanti disuruh buang pula lotion tersayang ku!

Check in langsung dah ngelayap di terminal keberangkatan, ada beberapa toko yang menarik di sana. Jadi shoppibng sedikit2 sambil nunggu waktu keberangkatan.

Dah dekat dengan waktu keberangkatan aku langsung ke ruang tunggu gate.. errh masih belum buka, lampunya aja masih matee.. yah sutra, aku liat ada kursi massage buat kaki gratisan.. lumayan, duduk di sana sekitar setengah jam hohoh recommended time sih Cuma 10 mebnit tapi berhubung orang Indonesia kali yee kalo gak setengah jam di pijat gak manteb..  yah sutra… merem melek di kursi pijat…

Balik lagi ke ruang tunggu.. errh dah rame, langsung habisin air di botol minum, tapi botol aqua aku simpan dalam back pack, namanya bekpeker berguna nantinya...

Surprise, flight Singapore-Munich, aku mahluk paling eksotis! Hoho berasa cantik banget… jadi satu2nya cewek asia dengan rambut hitam dan kulit coklat! Yang lain kalo gak blonde kalo gak coklat.. hohoh.. sudah berasa Jerman banget, satu ruangan aku bisa dengar bahasa Jerman, Perancis sama… Rusia??? Jadi sumber perhatian jadi gerah juga, aku belagak sibuk dengan ipod hohoh.. ge-er diliatin terus.. (mungkin para bule mikir nih anak nyasar!)

My Lufthansa boarding pass...adventure here i come!

Pesawat Lufthansa yang aku naikin jenisnya airbus, lumayan juga--! Biasa aja sih…. Berhubung tinggi aku 173cm jadi ruangan kaki yah..biasa aja… kalo aku ukuran standard cewek Indonesia yang sekirtar 155-160 mungkin rada lega kali ya… di sebelah aku duduk cowok dari belanda, keknya dia traveling sama 3 orang temannya. Mereka ketawa melulu saling lempar joke kali ya..(gak lucu kalo lempar sepatu).

Sial! Dah duduk manis di pesawat ada yang telat boarding 4 orang total, terpaksa pesawat berangkatnya telat, mesti NYARI dan NGELUARIN tas 4 orang penumpang yang mendadak dangdut tersebut. Dan ternyata ini menyangkut factor keamanan-ciee.. hasil nanya2 nih. Katanya semenja bom pesawat di Inggris dulu, jadi semua tas penumpang yang GAK ADA DI PESAWAT alias gak naik pesawat/boarding tasnya di keluarin. Mana tau isinya bom, ihhh amit2!

Penerbangan 13 jam juga lumayan boring. Aku mondar-mandir toilet, sengaja, pegel bo… jadi dari tempat duduk aku jalan ke depan, bagian bisnis, mutar lagi ke belakang trus kedepan lagi mutar balik ke belakang—total 2 lap, hahahah! Lumayan… olahraga, aku perhatiin setelah sampe memang kaki rada bengkak.. tapi gak parah sih…. Aku juga bawa semua perkakas tidur mulai dari syal sampe dengan topi rajut dan sarung tangan wol, huahuah berasa winter.. gak peduli lah, dari pada masuk angin!

Dah mo landing, aku liat lewat jendela.. wow… ini EROPA beda banget dengan Indonesia, mulai dari vegetasi, rumahnya LUCUUUUU! KEK RUMAH BONEKA!!! Padang rumput luaaaasss banget dengan kincir angin buat listrik.. ohhh my!!!!

Ingat soal connecting flight aku ke Paris yang Cuma jarak 30 menit aku Tanya sama pramugari, errrhhh kok jawabannya GAK TAU??? I don’t know gitu lohh…. Mate aja lohh.. katanya bakalan di urusin!

Ternyata cowok yang sebelah aku flightnya jarak Cuma 1 jam dan dia aja dah nyerah gak bakalan on time dia bilang huhuhu gimana dengan dirikyuuu….. dia angkat bahu sambil bilang, “HOPE YOU’RE A GOOD RUNNER” huaaaahhhhh! Mate aja.. kalo runner gak masalah Cuma bawa tas ranmsel ini… Cuma run kemana geto looohh!! Kan ini kali pertama aku ke airport di munich, aku sudah print out peta/denah airport tapi gak dibilang jaraknya kan??

Pesawat landing dan aku gak peduli dengan sopan, sumpah, main trabas-bahasa Sumatra.. langsung lari kocar kacir kea rah tulisan “TRANSIT” yaaaa ammmpuunnnn kenapa cowok disini cakep semua ya ampuuuunnn… (sempat2nya aku mikir gitu ya).. tapi itulah selama lari ngebirit aku liat mahluk disini cakep2 semua, ramping, kaki jenjang, hidungnya bagus semuaaaaaaaaaa!! Huaduuuhhhhh!! *tahan diri*

Kocar kacir akhirnya ketemu bagian imigrasi kira2 1 kilo dari gate/tempat pesawat aku parkir.. ohh ya 1 kilo dengan tangga naik turun yang nau jubilah!!! Stempel di passport dah aku dapat.. senangnya liat stempel imigrasi dari Munich dengan kode “D” di lingkaran uni eropa-nya… 

Dapat imigrasi lari lagi ke bagian security keberangkatan, aku liat masih 10 menit lagi! 

Hiyyaaaa….

Lewat kali pertama, alarm bunyi.. hah?? Di suruh copot jaket..

Alarm bunyi lagi waktu aku lewat..disurut copot sepatu sama ikat pinggang, lewat SEKALI LAGI.....

BUNYI LAGI!! Apa de heck!! Body search sama meraka, gila apa!! aku disuruh lewat lagi..dan..

Bunyi lagi, dan pake metal detector setelah body search yang ke dua and do you know apa yang bunyi beep??? BESI KAITAN BEHA yang gedenya se iprit itu!!!!

Sumpah lo, gue liatin yang periksa DO I HAVE TO TAKE IT OFF TOO??? Sambil melotot. Doi nyengir, sukur cakep huh!!!

Habis lah 10 menit yang gue piker bisa kejar.. buat pasang jaket dan sepatu lagi, ada sih niat gila lari gak pake sepatu… tapi dah lemesssss… pasraaahhh… lari ke gate 24 yang ternyata di paliiiiiiiiiing ujung keberangkatan… tentu saja.. Cuma ada petugas Lufthansa, gak ada pesawat… 5 minute late.. dah kek lagu MLTR.

Tanya sama dia aku bilang flight aku dari Singapore delay… huhuhuh…. Dia bilang im so sorry, suruh aku lapor ke kantor Lufthansa.. lunglai.. balik lagi ke arah pemeriksaan sekuriti… sebelah kiri ada counter gede Lufthansa… aku masuk ke queue.. dan gak lama cowok petugas di sana print out boarding pass baru… berangkat jam 9.40am huhuhuhuhu.. satu jam lagi…

Tapi sutralah.. jadi bisa sarapan manusiawi… langsung menuju meja sarapan GRATIS dari Lufthansa.. hohoh sering2 aja… dengan buasnya minum 3 gelas kopi dengan Jacobs crackers yang aku bawa dari Indonesia.

Huhuh gak ada sinyal XL berhubung aku gak sempat daftar. Untung masih ada sinyal dari kartu AS dengan ajaibnya.. hahah! Ternyata masih ada roamingnya.. bagusss…Cuci muka sikat gigi di toilet. Sukur dah di ingatin soal bawa baju ganti dan toiletries di backpack aku. Ganti pakaian, cuci muka sama sikat gigi, dandan lagi…. Lumayan fresh!

Ke ruang tunggu flight selanjutnya di gate 18. Dah ada beberapa orang di sana.. sekali lagi.. the only asian girl hohohoh…. Diliatin terus jadi tersipu2 gerah hahahah! Norak dot com. Mungkin tampang dah kelewat eksotis gara2 gak mandi hahah!

Pesawat ke Paris dari Munich jauh lebih kecil dari yang Singapore. Penerbangan juga kurang dari 2 jam.  Di pesawat aku ketiduran lagi hahaha, secara di Indonesia udah sore, dah 2 hari dalam perjalan I feel exhausted!!!

Nyampe di Paris hamper tengah hari! Feel so damn excited dah gak tau lagi rasa capek hilaaang!!

Selanjutnya explore CDG/Charles de Gaulle airport....

CDG RER station sign

.......TO BE CONTINUED....