A Postcard from Ijen

When I recall my last trip to Ijen, there will be two things come up to my minds; the excitement of me seeing the nature and my pleasure to spend my time with my friends.

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Same place, different occasion, different mates, same excitement. Ijen, once again, impressed me with its charm. On my second visit to Ijen, this crater offered me different sightseeing, from midnight to daylight. It was a fine day. It was bright. The weather was nice. A wide range of caldera in the middle filled with blue sulfur was the point of view on the peak. The clear blue sky was contrast with the rocky mountain and the lush green valley. In addition, no crowded visitors but us made it so perfect to enjoy this alluring scenery by ourselves. Forget not, I would like to introduce my mates which I didn’t think this trip would be fun without them. So based on the picture above from left to right.. Anam, Fifi, Emyl, me, Mariska, and Loudry.
When we were about to go down, we met a dutch named Jelle. He had traveled around from Australia to Indonesia by cycling! Wow! So we were acquainted with him and even asked him to visit our city, Jember, if he didn’t mind. We exchanged our phone numbers and he would contact me once he got into Jember. I talked a lot with him since there was one place in his country that dreamily I would like to visit, Keukenhof. I love Keukenhof so much. So many vibrant colors of tulips and other flowers in one place. My kind of dreamland. He shared some information about the Keukenhof, but when I was mesmerized with his description of Keukenhof, he added,

“I think, here, in Indonesia, there are a lot of beautiful places too. You should be proud of it.”

I smiled to hear that.

Now, I am looking at the background of the picture above..

Well, probably he is right.

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Some minutes ago I cried, some minutes forward I smile

Some minutes ago I cried. My eyes were a bit watery. I heard a child was crying, my neighbor. My room is next to my neighbor’s living room. They are separated with just one meter of tiny path so that sometimes I could overhear any form of sound from my neighbor’s living room, including the sounds of a crying child.

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Memories

Memories were made.

Time flies so fast.

Things have changed.

Moments stuck in your mind.

You cannot go back

no need for you to do so.

All you want to do is just

to keep those memories

as precious as they were.

Do you know why?

Because memories are too beautiful to be forgotten.

Because memories are too powerful to be erased.

Because memories are just.. memories