My sister and I finally boarded the plane to Cikarang for the first time to visit my father. For the past 9 years, he has been residing and running a business in Indonesia.
As a kid, I grew up watching Bawang Merah Bawang Putih and I remember being introduced to bakso (Indonesian meatball soup), since almost every scene in the Indonesian sinetron takes place at a bakso stall.
Since then, I have always wondered what a bowl of bakso tastes like and I am glad that I had the chance to get my hands on that bowl of goodness.
My verdict? It’s similar to the Thai Boat Noodles but saltier, nonetheless, it’s still delicious.
There isn’t much to do in Cikarang, really. Everywhere we wanted to go takes at least 2-3 hours on the road to downtown Jakarta. Basically, Cikarang is the Indonesia version of Malacca, but with heavy traffic.
The highlight of my trip would definitely be that one time when my father took a day off from work and drove us to Bogor, West Java to visit the safari park.
I have always been a sucker for museums. So obviously, we had to add the Museum of Fine Arts and Ceramics and Jakarta History Museum (Fatahillah Museum) to our itinerary when visiting Jakarta.
This isn’t my first time in Indonesia. I have been to Bali but that is a whole different story.
My father always told me that life in Cikarang isn’t as easy as it seems. Unlike Malaysia where everything is served on a silver platter with a roof over our heads, various choices of food to choose from, soft and comfortable bed to rest on at the end of the day and the presence of our family members that we often fail to properly appreciate.
During my 10-day trip, I had the chance to experience a little of what life is like in my father’s shoes and I can now safely say that it truly is an eye opener for me to not take comfort, food, people or anything for granted back at home.