The sound of the horns
Awesome. My flight was rescheduled to an earlier time - so I get to spend more time in Indonesia.
The usuals. The excitement followed by Singapore's all new Terminal 4, a step closer to the future with its well designed interiors. Although automated clearance was a breeze, it's inability to detect unusual sized baggage and it's intuitive user interface might not had contributed to the great experience the airport had hoped
And touch down at 1306hrs. A flight of cries and much low end airtime. Though the food was satisfactory, the ambience was great - not too cold while having enough air going around. Cries were a commonplace in the cabin, amidst the constant humbling of the engines of the Airbus A320-200.
This trip felt indifferent, despite going into unknown territory, I really have not been to Sumatra before. Though much had been planned, I say I shall expect the surprises along the way and experience local culture at its finest - cuisine, society and way of life.
On one note, the immigration cards were actually in Indonesian. Like really? Haa.
I actually totally regretted not visiting the lavatories during the flight. Dem liquid waste simply wanting to be released! 🌚
Heading out from the airport, I went on to take the airport rail, a 50 minute ride to the City centre, costing a flat rate of 100,000rp. I did realised that I was the only backpacker on that train heh. Nonetheless the ride was smooth, ambience was great. For the price, I would say it's a premium, unlike taking a bus which would cost a mere 2,000rp but - generally longer travel time. Least to say, the traffic situation in Medan is horrific. Expect longer travelling unless you're in a bike like Ojek or GrabBike.
No doubt, the troubles of the day had only begun. A Tuk Tuk ride from the City centre railway to my hostel costs 50,000rp 🌚 while a regular Ojek ride would cost a mere 7,000rp tops. Damn.
The hostel owner was great. Though it wasn't very packed (actually quite empty), the owner gave me my own room with double bunks. The hostel in fact has a variety of amenities such has a legit kitchen to cook, modern toilets and a rooftop garden terrace. The area around felt more like a quiet neighbourhood tucked into the side paths of the busy Street. Shops around ranged from money changers to Coffeeshops, to fashion alteliers
Off I went exploring, with Ojek, simply because it was not a good idea to just walk around when the streets were filled with motorists that roam around in any directions. Amongst the many difficulties, the largest was the language barrier that both myself and the locals did not share. Bahasa, unlike Malay isn't very familiar, while Hokkien, unlike Chinese is used more here by the Indonesian Chinese.
Worst still, as I fumble around the dozen notes I have in my wallet I kinda became a tourist. hah. Dem thousands are pretty nasty.
Despite dem difficulties, I do find even the simplest of people have the kindred spirit and the willingness to help no matter the differences. Believing in the good of people makes anyone a better person. So it definitely sounds like I really have to write some bahasa down and practice it.
Well it's night time, Muslims have break fast and it is finally easier to just consume food in front of them. After all, I'm a guest in their country! I should definitely go about leisurely and watch DEADPOOL 2 (definitely at a cheaper rate here) soon
The night is young but there ain't much to do except the shopping malls. Outside is pretty dark to move so I'll stick to my room, and my beer.