Home away From Home (Pakistan Trip day-1 part 2-end)

In Pakistan, they do follow the Islam instruction, one of them is to look after the Mosafer or A guest or pilgrimage. Here in Pakistan I am considered as Musafer although I am not doing for spiritual journey. Pakistani do respect and take care of their guest. They will not give the guest up to their enemies. And they will give their best to satisfy the guest.

 Muzzamil (red t-shirt). this is the only picture i have about him.

So, the one who is “lucky” enough to receive mosafer is Hafizh Muzzamil, a young father from Karachi. And the even luckier guest is ME, Indonesian scum bag just flying to Karachi. So I know Muzzamil from Couchsurfing. He is active member of couchsurfing and he has hosted many mosafer like me before. He loves traveling. He has been doing traveling to Europe, some South and Southeast Asia countries, also Middle East. He is father of two cute kids, Misha and Mikael. Until I wrote this post, I even do not know what Muzzamil actually does there in Karachi.

So muzzamil lives in joint family, as common in Pakistan. So In Pakistan, people tend to live in the same building with other family members. The joint family is very common in Pakistan, so I can feel the close relationship amongst others. He is living with his wife, two kids, his parents, his brother, and his sister. It is quite a big family. Everybody there can speak English, as the education medium in Pakistan is in English. I am very surprised even his father can speak English very good, because you can expect this if you come to Indonesia.

Okay, I arrive in his home right from airport. The building has security guard, he is quite old to be security guard. I have no idea many houses in Pakistan I saw that they hire not-so-young people to be security guard. I think it’s the kindness of Pakistani to share their prosperity with others who are not able to work hard probably. He opens the gate for us and Muzzamil guide me to enter his house. I put off my shoes (still with short pants) and venture inside the house. He directs me to see my room that I will stay for few days here. I am so thankful for this. The house is quite big for me. Then his Wife comes to greet me. His wife wears black long Hijab covering her hair with long dress; this is like Iranian hijab style, not burqa. Muzzamil’s family is quite modern (modern here is not that conservative as other places in Pakistan). Suddenly, his kids, Misha and Mikael come to greet me too. They are very cute and smart as their father. Misha, the elder one, once was in Bali with her parents during Nyepi. Masha has curly hair with fair skin and adorable smile. Mikael, the younger, is very active. He has no hair and he looks alike to his mother favor. 

It was really hot, muzzamil turns on the ceiling fan. However, it can’t combat the heat so he puts one more standing fan into the room. I am drinking waters, one of the best time I have of drinking water, I never value water like this before. I finish 3 glasses of water in a row. Then he receives his best friend, Nadeem, who is later is my savior. So nadeem comes to this house to borrow muzzamil’s backpack as he and his family will go for vacation to Azad Kashmir. Muzzamil introduces me to Nadeem and yeah everybody seems super nice for my standard. I found srilankan people are very nice, and I call it now that Pakistani is super very nice.

Muzzamil informs his brother in law, Usama-ji (ji is polite word to address usually to older people or respected one. Usama is couchsurfer too and he loves traveling. So I am feeling like home already. It is Like home away from home. We talk a lot about many things from traveling to politics, from economics to word issue.

Usama is a bit older than Muzzamil (I think) He has beard (as other Pakistanis) with very heavy voice and nice smile. He comes along with his kids too, he just comes to say hello to me. It is very nice of them.

the bazaar

The day ends in Pakistan during summer late. it is 7.30 pm and the sky starts getting dark usually in Jakarta it is at 6pm). I am about jet lag because of this and 2 hours difference. Furthermore, it is time to have dinner for me (at 6pm). Unfortunately, the Pakistan dinner time is not 6 or around, but 10 or late.

Muzzamil asks me to to join him to go to Bazaar for buying Nan for dinner and he needs to laundry his belongings. As I walk along the street, it is dark, there are limited street lights, dust everywhere too. The bazaar is just walking distance from muzzamil’s house. The bazaar is very crowded although it is about to 8pm (it won’t be happening in Indonesia). Once he’s done with laundy, he takes me to see and witness the very first time myself for Nan bread original one.

It is close to main bazaar and Main Street. There is one restaurant (or I don’t know what it is called) for selling nan bread. There is long queue for this nan, people are buying for take away mostly. Muzzamil told me before that one nan cost about 4Rs before, and now the price is hike. We have to pay first for the nan in the counter. And here in Pakistan, there is ladies lane and gents line, they are separated. Once he is done paying, he takes me to go to the Tandoor or Tanoor (which one is correct?) to see the making of nan. I am short of jaw-dropping for witnessing the chain of makin nan in this place. So one people prepare the dough, very fast, then one people will pt it into tandoor or furnace (it is very hot). He uses sticks to put the dough inside the tandoor and take it very fast and throw it to another me who is ready to pack it to the costumer. This supply chain system is amazing for me. It takes very fast even many costumers wait for the nan even my camera can’t snap the process well as it moves very fast. 

Nans are ready to bring home

put into the tanoor

Then we walk to super market to buy something then go to ATM nearby as I need money. It is local Bank and I just insert my debit card. However, the ATM can’t dispense money from my card. I am in trouble, I don’t have USD or other foreign currencies all I have is just this debit card and I am cashless. Then muzzamil calms me down as he knows that some his mosafer faced the same problem before. So I can withdarw money from international Bank, like HSBC, Standard Chartered, and CitiBank which are spread a lot in Karachi and other big cities.

Nan Bread

We are now home and muzzamil’s wife prepares for dinner for me. She made a curry, chicken curry and it must be eaten with nan that we bought before. My very first heavy meal in Pakistan and t is AMAZING. The nan is good and the curry is very good. I can only eat nan up to one and half slices and it is too much for me although i want to eat more but my tummy is not that big to receive all.   So it is the time of power shut down, and fortunately muzzamil has power generator to support the energy supply during blackout. It takes about 5 minutes to start again the electricity. And I am very tired ad ready to sleep with ceiling fan on. And I see that muzzamil and family have dinner very late for my standard, at 10pm and after that they start taking rest.

This is Falsa, summer fruit who is best for summer drink

We continue talking and he tells me that the power shut down will happen three times a day for 2hours each. Karachi experiences the power outage as other cities experience worse than Karachi. Pakistan finds problem in providing enough energy.

My very first night in Pakistan goes very well, more than I expected before. As I am inside the room, I start opening my internet, and I see many facebook messages about asking my condition in Pakistan. I do not reply all since I am a bit tired so I just update that I am safe and sound in Karachi for the first day.

And I am ready for the next day

Hotter Than Fire (Pakistan Trip Day-1)

"One who is free to sin, sins less; the very power weakens the seeds of sin"

Pakistani Proverb

My Srilankan Airlines flight from Bangkok finally arrives in Karachi’s Quaid-E-Azam Airport. Having connecting flight in Colombo before reaching Karachi makes my flight a bit longer, 3 hours 50 minutes. On my Karachi flight, not surprisingly, is occupied by all Pakistanis but me at the first time I see into the aircraft, I am feeling I am the only non-Pakistani onboard. In aircraft, the announcement is made in both Sinhala and English, not Urdu. 

Above the cloud, I see the area where is like desert area, very dry and covered with dusts with typical desert houses I saw in the movies and book. I am feeling that I am in the dream to see this to happen to me. The distant view from the cloud is so fascinating to me. The houses with flat rooftop is so different with I have in Indonesia. 

Enjoying Bollywood Movie onboard

The aircraft is about to arrive. The flight attendant announces that taking picture and video in the airport is prohibited because there was terrorist attack in airport a week before done by Taliban in this airport with more than 20 death tolls including the terrorists. This accident was about to scare me to come to Pakistan. The news broadcasted that the attack was very bad, however it is not that bad as the news said I think. 

I arrive in Quaid-E-Azam Airport. The occupancy of the aircraft is almost full. As the only flight from Colombo with extensive network especially from East and Southeast Asia, Srilankan Airlines makes big profit I think. I proceed to the immigration check, and I am in the foreigner line. There are two lines for foreigner and two or three For Pakistani. My flight is the only flight arriving in that time, so the queue is not that long. As I expected, there are about six foreign passport holders, and physically five of them are Pakistani and I am the only Asian look.  Although it is not many people to check, the immigration staffs work very slowly, I don’t mind about it actually. It takes about 5-10 minutes to clear the immigration for each (in foreigner line, I don’t think it happens in local line). Finally my turn, as I am the last, I am proceeding to the immigration staff, he opens my passport back and forth and also still he interviews me about what I will do, what I am doing in Indonesia, Who is my father, my friends, many things. However, I can feel the warmth and friendliness from him although he has moustache, big moustache as in the Bollywood movie, with big body, very intimidated. In another lane, there is two middle age ladies from UK, who is originally from Karachi, are interviewed too. But they two chill out answering the questions, but I am a bit stressed and sweating, and I am pretending it is hot although it is air-conditioned.

As I am done with Immigration clearance, I decide to go to washroom. They strictly separate the gender washroom, a bit further to each other. The washroom is not that good for international airport. It is clean but smells a bit bad. Along the way to the baggage claim, there are hundreds of soldiers in the airport. I think they are here for securing the airport after the attack, eventually I find out that they will be sent to North Waziristan for Militant Operation to combat the terrorist living in that tribal province. Oh I am feeling the condition of Pakistan is getting hotter, not only the temperature but also the security issue. I am stressed more and more.

I claim my baggage and give the tag to the staff asking for this. I venture to exit gate. The heat strikes me right away. I am feeling this is super hot. Many people waiting for their relatives brings the name of the respective people, but I am waiting for my friend from couchsurfing to come bringing the name, as I do want to have somebody brought my name in airport. 

As nobody brings my name tag, I go to ATM to withdraw money. I am cashless, rupee-less and I need money. Along the way to reach ATM, Many taxi drivers offer me the ride to go to city.

“Chinese? Korean? Japanese?” Asked by the drivers

I just reply smiling, I am busy with the heat as I am not customized yet. I found the ATM in the corner, another surprised thing, the ATM doesn’t work, and it is out of cash. Suddenly two guys come to me.

“the ATM doesn’t work, dude! You have no cash, no? you know, this is Pakistan” said by one of them with very cool English, copying as American rapper accent.

Another smile for me.

“are you Chinese?” asked by him again

“Indonesian, dude!” I replied

“Oh Muslim Brother, welcome to Pakistan! Are you working here?”

“Syukriya, thank you! No I am traveling.” I leave the conversation as I need to find Muzzamil, my Cuchsurfing host. I am kind of dressing uncomfortably. I wear short pants, very shot above my knee, I am feeling I misfit with the condition there. As some young guys stare at me and come approaching, trying to ask me if I need help. I see the friendliness again here. However I still need to contact Muzzamil as I am lost in this airport. I see from distance the guy waiting for somebody and busy using phone. I immediately come approaching him and ask for help to use for texting Muzzamil. He just gives his phone to me with no auspicious as his relatives come and he needs to greet them, he just tells me to use the phone and he will take it later. I am super happy and can’t believe people so this nice. I use it and know that Muzzamil is on the parking lot to come to arrival hall, as I finish using the phone, I surrender it to its owner and he just gives smile to me as I thank to him.

During my await to muzzamil, I wait next to airlines counter. I am waiting about 5 minutes then muzzamil arrives and we just introduce each other.

So I know Muzzamil from Couchsurfing and we keep in touch since about two weeks before my departure to Karachi. He is about 30 years old but he looks young as he looks more Indonesian than Pakistani. He doesn’t have firm look and straight sight as Pakistanis have. He is very nice and helpful.

Muzzamil wears Srilankan shirt as he just went there and he knows I was in sri lanka before. He is a bit taller than me and obviously physically bigger than me. He wears long pants, I think it is jeans if I am not mistaken. We walk to parking lot to reach his car. I just realized this is Pakistan. The cars here are mostly low maintained. Muzzamil brings his small car, it is a bit dirty and it seems like the dust of the city makes muzzamil not to wash it as it will be no use because it is going to be dirty again right away. I sit in the front with him. He drives smoothly against the airport and he asks me to snap some pictures of airport from distance as I can’t click inside. 

We talk a lot during our way home. I tell about the pre-journey to reach Pakistan, the sticks and stones. He tells me about his family and the place that I will stay for few days later. 

Karachi from above

We pass the road, and IT IS HOT even for Muzzamil. The road looks very dry, it is like there is no rain for years. The dusts cover the street and the trees. Along the street people wear shalwar qamiz,traditional dress for Pakistan, North India, and Afghanistan. All covers their face from the dust. Fortunately muzzamil’s car is installed with air condition. 

I am so surprised with the lives along the way back home. And I see the chonsa, Pakistan mango which is very famous for its amazing taste and I am in the right season, because summer means mango season in Pakistan. The road is empty with cars, only few cars and CNG Rickshaw pass by. I think that it is not Karachi as I heard before. Actually is it sort of out of the city. Few buildings and houses along the way make me so surprise at first. 

Exit From Airport

It takes about 30 minutes to reach Muzzamil’s home. And the journey starts from here.

Pre Trip ke Pakistan (Tiket dan Visa)

Dan Akhirnya gue kembali blog......

Alkisah, gue berselancar di internet mau liburan kemana bulan juni ini (macem kaum jetset anak menteri gue). Tiba-tiba gue mengetik lah di google pakistan. Amboyyyy Negara ini indah juga ya! Terlepas dari pemberitaan negatifnya ini, gue beranikan diri untuk pergi ke Pakistan. Gue hubungilah temen-temen gue yang ada di Pakistan, mulai dari karachi, lahore, rawalpindi, hingga Islamabad (Gue anak AIESEC coy temen-temennya global semua heheheh). Setelah mendapat kepastian gue akhirnya memuali memburu tiket.

1. Tiket Pesawat

Berburu tiket pesawat laksana berburu kucing di samudra atlantik, ga nemu-nemu. Gue carilah penerbangan termurah yang bisa gue jangkau (secara backpacker gayanya). Karena gue sudah berpengalaman (tsaaahhhhhh) gue ga mungkin cari pesawat dari Jakarta terbang ke pakistan karena harganya pasti mencekik mata gue karena harganya sama kayak gue terbang ke yurop aka Eropa. Lihat-lihat dan membandingkan harga dan servis yang ditawarkan munculah pilihan untuk terbang dari Singapura, Kuala Lumpur, atau Bangkok.

Gue akhirnya menggunakan situs pencari tiket pesawat terdashyat, skyscanner.co.id. Gue berhasil mengumpulkan data dan harga termurah yang ditawarkan bulan juni adalah sebagai berikut

1. KL-Karachi paling mure gue dikasih 3.9 juta naik Sri Lankan Airlines transit di Kolombo

2. Singapura- Karachi ditaksir 3.7juta sama srilankan airlines, transit sehari di kolombo (ini gue sebenarnya pengen banget, secara gue udah cinta mati 2.0 sama Sri Lanka heheh)

3. Bangkok-Karachi 2.1 juta dengan maskapai yang sama juga, transit di kolombo cuma 2 jam (gue nyari yg transit hingga berhari-hari ga nemu, atau emang gue yang ga tau).

Tau kan hasilnya pilih yang mana? Yaph gue pilihlah penerbangan dari Bangkok terbang dari Suvarnabhumi ke Karachi transit di Bandaranaike di Kolombo. Kemudian gue bingung beli tiket Jakarta ke Bangkok naik apa, dan gue akhirnya berhasil mendapatkan harga 612ribu pakai Thai LionAir dan membuat gue bisa jalan-jalan di Bangkok seharuian penuh + bermalam di bangkok di rumah temen gue (sukanya cari gratisan).

Akhirnya sudah tercapai gue mandapatkan tiket pesawat menuju Pakistan dan gue langsung bayar saja tuh tiket (tanpa basa-basi ga tau kalo bisa jadi visa gue ditolak). Setelah pesan tiket (itu pesennya sekitar 3 minggu sebelum berangkat), gue bingunglah ngurus Visa. Karena gue ngelihat tidak mudah juga mengurus visa ke pakistan (berasa gue ikutan Indonesian Idol), dan juga pasti ga ada info mengenai pelamaran visa pakistan.

2. VISA PAKISTAN

 Inilah hal yang membuat gue setres (tapi ga se-setres gue mikirin skripsi gue yang ga jadi-jadi). Cari ke seluruh google mengenai lamaran visa ke pakistan, baik bahasa Indonesia, inggris, jawa, russia, tiongkok, thai, bahkan bahasa kalbu geu cari tidak juga mampu menjelaskan bagaimana cara membuat visa pakistan (Atau mungkin otak gue ga mampu menerjemahkan informasi-informasi tersebut).

Beranilah gue telpon kedutaan pakistan. Secara umum ini dia hasil pembicaraan gue dengan pihak kedutaan pakistan. Telepon terjadi sekitar pukul 2 siang di kosan gue di depok.

(G) gue, (E) kedutaan
tuttt... tuttttt... tuttt (telepon berdering)
E: Pakistan embassy, what can I help?
G: Mbak saya mau nanya tentang visa (langsung gue tembak pake bahasa Indonesia, enak aja tinggal di jakarta pakai bahasa inggris)
E: Oh sebentar saya sambungkan ke bagian Konsular ya! (Eh ternyata mbaknya orang Indonesia)
E: Haloo....
G: Hello sir. I want to apply visa to pakistan. What the documents I need to submit
E: JEBFWBCJWBCCBAKJBCOWUFGJACB (Pake bahasa inggris yang cepet banget dengan aksen Pakistan yang kental yang ga gue paham, inggris amerika aja yang sering gue denger masih ha ha he he, apalagi kayak gini)
G: Sorry sir?
................................................. end

Pokoknya tuh percakapan pakai bahasa inggris panjang. Intinya ini nih yang dibutuhkan buat apply visa ke pakistan

1. FC Kartu Keluarga
2. Foto 4X6 latar belakang putih 2 lembar saja (kalo mau kasih foto 4R juga boleh kayaknya)

3. SKCK (pas gue telpon ga dikasih tau, tapi pas datang ke kedutaan suruh melampirkan tapi gue tolak karena gue telpon ga disuruh ngasih, terus gue bilang gue ngeyel ga bisa ngasih, akhirnya mas-mas resepsionis ngalah)

4. Rekening koran kalau kita yang membiayai perjalanan kita sendiri (Gue sih cuma pake rekening tabungan, ga tau berapa nominalnya, tapi yg ada di tabungan gue itu 10juta, duit umat alias pinjem banyak temen biarr ngendap banyak pas diprint buku tabungan)

5. Ini nih yang paling penting SURAT UNDANGAN. Surat Undangan bisa diperoleh melalui PTDC (Pakistan Tourism Development Center, kalo ga salah singkatannya itu), Jadi kita harus kontak mereka pesen hotel dan tour dari mereka (itu yang direkomendasiin sama kedutaan), atau kalau kita punya teman kita bisa minta buatin surat Undangan (tapi harus bener-bener detail dan bakal ditanya banyak banget). Kalau ga punya temen orang sana dan ga mau pake tur, bisa pake pihak ketiga buat ngirim surat undangan. gue emails alah satu agen trekking terkemuka pakistan dan dibalas bahwa gue bisa dpat surat undangan seharga 75 USD (whadddd/?? mahal bener) gue email ke LOST HORIZON Trek, langsung dibalas dan katanya surat udangan bakal dikirim 2x24jam setelah transfer, dan ini reliable kok berdasarkan lonely planet sih.

5. Itinerary (ini sih gue yang bikin biar kedutaan tau kemana aja gue bakal pergi, gue tulis kota-kota yang ama aja, walaupun belum tentu gue kesana, yang penting bikin aja)

bagaimana dengan TIKET PESAWAT?? Dan MEREKA TIDAK MENANYAKAN ITU , tetapi gue lampirkan. Gue Apply Visa-nya 2 minggu sebelum pesawat gue. DAN MEREKA BILANG GA JANJI BAKAL ISSUE VISA GUE. dan gue dengan ga tau malunya bilang "pliss grant me a visa before my flight, my ticket is confirmed already). Mungkin karena gue sudah punya tiket pesawat jadi mereka kasihan kali ya ga mau kasih visa ke gue.


selesai dong masalah? Oh tidakkkk, masalah kembali muncul sodara-sodara!!!!!

SURAT UNDANGAN GUE DITOLAK SAMA PETUGAS NAMANYA M. NAVEED. Itu pihak kedutaan Pakistan ya (sorry i mentioned your name). Beliau bilang ga bisa nerima sembarang Surat undangan kalo dia ga jelas punya rumah apa enggak (secara temen gue adalah mahasiswa yang masih punya orang tua) dan mereka bilang suruh orang tuanya yang bikin. JREEEENGGGGG Keringat dingin gueeeee! seperti lagunya Demi Lovato gue, FROZEN HEART ATTACK! Terus gue juga ditanya-tanyai ga penting, mulai dari kenapa gue punya duit lah, mahasiswa kok jalan-jalan mulu, passport gue yang udah banyak cap-nya lah, hampir 45 menit gue ditanya-tanya ga jelas. Akhirnya si Bang Naveed tadi ngasih emailnya ke gue suruh ngirim Surat Undangan ke email beliau. Gue sih OK2 aja. Pulang lah gue dari kedutaan pakistan dengan wajah merenung.

Langsung gue hubungin temen gue dan jelasin masalah ini, dan DIA GA BISA BANTU BIKIN DARI BOKAPNYA. Langsung kalap gue ga tau lagi mau gimana, gue akhirnya email si Lost Horizon trek tadi buat bikin suratnya. Gue ada teman yang lain di Pakistan yang ude kerja, gue suruhlah dia bikin. dan akhirnya mau deh. 

Gue 2 hari kemudian ke kedutaan, nyampe kedutaan jam 11.50 dan kedutaan akan tutup jam 12. gue kasihlah itu surat undangan (ga lewat email males gue), ada mas-mas resepsionis kedutaan gue kasih lah itu. Langsung dia bikin kertas secarik tulisan harus bayar senilai 625rb untuk visa (whattt MAHAL BENERRR) dan harus dibayar hari itu juga di BANK DANAMON THE EAST PLAZA Mega Kuningan. Gue larilah ke ke EAST Plaza karena takur keburu tutup. Gue sampe di sana pukul 11.28 dan untung masih buka, gue nulis semua bayar deh kesana. gue dapat bukti terima gue lari lagi ke kedutaan sampe kedutaan pukul 12.09 dan sudah istirahat. gue titip ke pak satpamnya dan gue pulang (di suruh ambil 3 hari kerja kemudian, oiya hari libur kedutaan pakistan 3 HARI LOH, JUMAT SABTU MINGGU  enak bener)

OIYA KALO UDAH SURUH BAYAR BERARTI VIS AKITA 100% BAKAL DITERIMA.

Gue kesana lagi, visa diambil pukul 4.30-5 sore saja, dan gue langsung denh dikasih tanpa basa-basi.

YEAYYY AKHIRNYA VISA PAKISTAN NEMPEL DI PASPORT GUE.

Pokoknya kalau kesana lo semua harus yakin jawabannya terserah ngasal atau apa, jangan kelihatan bo'ong. tenang dan senyum saja kalo ditanya macam-macam.

kalau ada pertanya, bisa langsung kesini.

Frozen (HK-MCA-SZ part 5)

Once I stopped in Sheung Wan MTR, I looked for the map attached in the information board. I found the exit and ventured directly to the ferry terminal. The ferry terminal was located near the shopping mall-like. There were some shops and stalls selling from fods to clothes. I was confused where to purchase the ferry ticket to macau. There were two ticket counters i saw in that area. I put a glance to the one counte which had many routes to Macau, and another had fewer. I had no idea what to do at that time, i kept walking around looking at the each counter. I came approaching the lady guard standing against me lean to the periphery of the glass-like fence. I asked whether the counter to purchase ticket to Macau. With no any word, she pointed to the counter that had more frequencies to depart. Then i followed her advise, looked at the fare table instead of the time table. The price for night jouney was more expensive than day time. The ferry was running 24 hours. Also Friday and weekend, the fare was more expensive.

The Ferry and the tunnel

I choose the cheapest class, and it cost 159$ one way. I handed my money and received my ticket. The ticket seller told me to go on board 30 minutes at leats before the ferry leaves.  I was scheduled to depart from terminal at 09.30 local time. It was about 08.30 and i had time before checked in. It was about 9 and i looked at the screen showing the passengers the schedule. There was no ferry code, only the company. So only one company run the ferry that time, TurboJet. And it was all in chinese character that i had no idea. I just stared at the screen trying to figure out how to deal with this. I put attention on the time departure, and i saw my ferry was on screen and said to go to gate to check in. Since the ferry terminal is the international exit gate of the country, i had to proceed to immigration too as in airport.

I was done the process in the immigration office. Time to go! The long queue to go to the waiting lounge of the ferry. There were several gates and my gate was at gate 1, yeah i was lucky number 1!!! Surprisingly, i was the firrst about 10 people to stand on line. Few moments later, bulk of passengers came behind to set the long queue. I was so happy that the officer worked very efficently. He worked very fast to check on by one ticket and in the same time he has to attach the seat number to the ticket. I was lucky to have seat numbet 24K. I went to the waiting lounge and it had wifi, the descent wifi. So i turned on my device and surfed to internet and updated some in my social media accounts. The wait was over, time to board to the ferry. The ferry looked amazing and super. I never had this good ferry in my life. Everybody went to the ferry according to the seat given prior to check in. There was a guide to help us to find the correct seat.

Inside the ferry; clean and comfortable

The ferry for me met the international standard. It had the steward and stewardess in ferry. The ferry attendants were so friendly and firm to the passengers by smiling and pointing to the correct seat. They had their attendant attire. I looked for my seat and found my seat very comfortable because it was next to the window. It took few minutes for all passengers boarding. The ferry looked fully seated that time, i assumed because it was with the christmas holiday. Actually, so many Chinese people from Mainland that time and also taiwanese. However, the one who seated next tome was Korean guy. I forgot his name because we just had few talk before the ferry left. Few minutes the ferry left, i felt asleep and i missed the whole jouney. I had no idea about the whole jouney looked like, how beautiful the journey it was. The seat was very comfortable for me. It was soft and clean. I fell asleep deeply and more deeply and the korean guy woke up when we were about to arrive. i thanked to him for waking me up. I looked so tired and frankly i fel that i was smelling not that good at time. Thanks to the aroma of the ferry that erase my slight ly bad smell.

I ventured out to the terminal and proceed to teh immigration. Macau and Hongkong are special administrative Area of China. Furthermore, those two countries have their government, and we are considered to enter another country. The immigration was easy and we just surrendered our passport and they did not stamp to our passport like we had in Hongkong as well. They gave me the piece of paper containing the duration of stay permitted in Macau SAR. The terminal was good enough and comfortable in macau. I directly went to the toilet, finished the morning ritual i delayed before and also put perfume on to me to reduce the bad smell emitted from me. It looked disgusting anyway, i ventured out with good smell already and i was ready to spread the smell and smile to Macau. Actually, i had no idea what to do and what to see in macau but casinos. I just let it flow. It was very windy and i just occupied myself with normal jacket that not resistant to cold wind. I was almost frozen in macau.  I was feeling relief that i finally stepped into one of my dreams; to see Macau.