Praying for stronger faith, more love and adventures in 2017.
Praying for stronger faith, more love and adventures in 2017.
“I think one travels more usefully when they travel alone, because they reflect more.” – Thomas Jefferson
For this Krabi trip, I intentionally did not craft my usual comprehensive itinerary. I just wanted to pack and go with the flow! We were both looking forward to food feasting. It was meant to be our first trip together – me and Sis Izzah. We even splurge on a Anyavee Tubkaek Resort in Tubkaek, about half an hour drive from Aonang.
Well, HE had other plans. My travel partner fell terribly ill the night before. She couldn’t get out of bed. In the morning, it was too late to change to someone else’s name. Mum was not that independent to travel, so it was just me flying off to the island for the first time.
It was awkward initially, walking around aimlessly in Aonang in the late afternoon. After a while, I got used to it. I wished I had a “makan kaki” (dining companion?) to gobble down all the food I see on the menu.
I realised something in this solo trip. The Caucasians seemed indifferent towards this solo traveller and would readily strike a conversation. My fellow Asians (ehem…especially from the same country) would give me a look like “Poor thing, Why is she here alone?” and “Oh no, fellow Singaporeans. sigh…”
One night, I went out to town in the resort’s shuttle with a Malay couple. I smiled at the wife but she chose not to acknowledge (or perhaps she didn’t really notice). I sat in the first row, minding my own business. When we alighted, I actually stopped to smile again and wanted to wish them “have fun!” but again was ignored.
Past 9pm, we were supposed to gather at one spot. I arrived earlier so I took a seat at the bench by the roadside. Half an hour later, seeing this couple walking towards the spot, I made space so the wife could sit. But nope, she signalled to the husband to sit at the pavement.
I then allowed them to board the van first.
Husband: “Sit at the same place.”
Wife: “No I want to sit in front.”
Husband: “We were at the back.”
Wife: No, I want to sit in front.”
So of course, the husband gave in. It was awkward witnessing this. No good night, no smiles. Oh well….
2. Fulfilled my cravings for Tom Yam (not spicy enough for me), Stir Fried Beef Basil, Mango Salad and refreshing cold coconut drink at Aonang. The highlight of my food hunt was when my Muslim driver brought me to a mini food bazaar, away from the touristy area, to get my (CHEAP!) Padthai, Mango Sticky Rice and Fried Chicken Wings (tasted like home).
3. Catch up on my reading while others were snorkelling during the island hopping. Great to see fellow solo travellers.
4. Took my time at breakfast. Stunning view!
5. Laze on the bean bag by Tubkaek beach for a good 4 hours. Reading, pondering, “listening” in to the serenity
What did I learn from this short getaway?
We can plan a very detailed plan and what we deem as best, but if Allah decides otherwise, then His is the best plan. Though, it is hard to swallow and heartbreaking to face at times. Life is indeed full of surprises.
Perhaps this was the ME time I had been asking for since last year. An away time for time for myself with Him. I recited the Quran with much serenity and peace, without any distractions.
Would I return to Krabi alone? Nay….it would be more fun with Sis Izzah and other friends so that I can try out more activities like white water rafting, ride on the ATV and hunt for more food!
(By the way, I was the only Asian in the shuttle van to the meeting point for island hopping. The rest were all Spaniards! Freaky that I was just thinking that it’s almost a year ago that I left Spain. Of course, we clicked immediately!)
Finally, the Suaidis are in Jogja (Yogyakarta), one of my favourite places. A second time for the lil bro and myself.
At the highest level of Borobudur, I heard the beautiful sound of azan (Islam’s call to prayer) from a nearby mosque. An atmosphere I really miss. Here in Singapore, I could probably hear the azan when I’m at the entrance of the mosque.
Here are some snapshots!
We stayed in Sheraton Mustika Yogyakarta for a night, just for experience’s sake. A grand hotel with huge rooms and amazing landscape. Breakfast was a huge spread, and the restaurant has a magnificent view of the Merapi.
My favourite place to stay in Jojga is The Phoenix Hotel – MGallery. A colonial building dating back to 1918, it definitely has its charm and character. I love hotels with character, no matter how small. Be up early for breakfast because it has one of the hugest spread I’ve ever had. The hotel is about 13 mins walk to Malioboro or you can just take the beca (trishaw) in front of the hotel.
Many new hotels have lined up the streets down to Malioboro. Sure has changed a lot over 2 years. A shopping street in Jogja, Malioboro is the the place to get the cheapest batik shirt of S$3 to more than S$50, batik bags and skirts, bamboo products, souvenirs and other knick knacks.
If you need to escape from the heat, escape to Malioboro Mall for a JCo break. Treat yourself to a foot reflexology at one of the massage parlours. It would cost you less than S$10.
One of the days, we went for our first Mount Merapi tour on 4WD. Looking at the destruction, it made me realise if He wills, it will happen when He wants it to happen. Not within our control to say “wait, I’m not prepared.”
A reminder to treasure your loved ones and there’s no time to waste.
Another place recommended by my best friend, which I missed the other time, is Parangtritis Beach.
It is about 1.5hr drive from Jogja. Truly in love with this place.
Simplicity of life
I witnessed the most beautiful sunset ever right here (not that I’ve seen that many).
There were no buildings and lights to obstruct the view. It was pitch black but the rays from the orange sun painted the sky and water so beautifully. It was too spectacular, it moved my heart to tears of gratitude. I wished I had a good camera to capture that magical moment.
I revisited a few places:
A challenge for mum, even myself, to climb up the steps!
Kraton (Jogja palace) – this time with a friendlier and reliable guide.
The loyal guards
Taman Sari Watercastle (again disappointed that I didn’t get a good shot at the underground mosque cos of the crowd).
I called it the Alhambra of Indonesia.
The grand entrance
Batik Winotosastro for a basic batik workshop (Rp50,000 only). The whole family enjoyed the session.
This mbak was here the last time I came here!
Kotagede Mosque an interesting mix of architecture pre and post Islamic times.
The unique architecture
This time we drove to Solo, another Batik paradise. About 1.5 hours drive from Jojga. I enjoyed my time at Mangkunegaran Palace where we get to meet a 90+ year old lady who is sort of the “jamu (traditional herbs) lady. She sure doesn’t look her age! We bought traditional jamu body scrub (lulur) from her.
Hunt for treasures at the Triwindu Antique Market. (Read the interesting article in the link.) I was excited to find a wooden jewellery box to store my watches. Mum bought herself a gift too – a traditional mini clay stove for making traditional delicacy over charcoal (which I can’t remember its name now). I can’t wait to return here when I have my own home so I can grab the rustic batik stamps.
Food glorious food
Sekar Kedaton in Kota Gede – the Iga Bakar, Mee Jawa, Avocado+Orange juice. Food tastes as good as it looks.
Abhayagiri Restaurant – restaurant with a view of the Prambanan temple. The food is priced higher than Sekar Kedaton. Personally prefer the food at Sekar Kedaton.
Chocolate Monggo – chocolates a staple in my weekly menu. So I consider them food 🙂 I’m salivating just thinking about the dark chocolate with candied ginger! If you love dark chocolate, you must get these Chocolate Monggo! Purchase directly at their showroom in Kota Gede. Much cheaper than in supermarkets. These are premium locally made chocolates. Good gifts for loved ones too!
Street Food – so far I have no tummy problem. Jojga has plenty of street food like Rojak Es Krim, Kopi Joss Arang (charcoal-infused black coffee), bakso, nasi kucing (small serving of rice), and many more. You won’t go hungry for sure!
One of the nicest, polite and hospitable people I’ve met, are here in Jogja. No one in Malioboro would persistently pester you to buy their stuff. (I can’t say the same for peddlers in Borobudur though).
I engaged for Pak Rini (Kama Holidays) to drive us around, except to Malioboro since it’s walking distance from the hotel. Hospitality at its best.