I sort of know that my Mudik trip will be somewhat a walking disaster. I knew it was going to be ugly, i knew it was gonna be grueling journey, yet i stood there and does my best impersonation of Jeremy Clarkson's famous sentence:
"How hard can it be?"
the answer was, bloody hard my friend.
I arrived at the bus terminal around 3 PM. It was the typical Indonesian bus terminal. It was shoddy, it was dirty, it was loud, and you see dead body lying around all over the place. Okay, the dead body might be an exaggeration, but they will be dead when they arrives at their destination by the looks of thing now.
The bus suppose to come at 4, but my gut instinct saying that it will arrives at 4 AM instead of 4 PM. I was partially right, my designated bus got stuck in a massive traffic jam and will arrives sometimes at midnight. I was pretty much forces to take an earlier bus, although it was a lot lesser class. Sort of moving from super executive to executive class. Being an idiot, i obliged without any hesitation.
The bus turns up at around 7. It was a small bus, outsourced from other company, simply because none of the buses has arrived at the terminal. So it was a pretty makeshift bus kind of thing. The condition was allright, 24 seaters, mid range kind of buses, the seat was made to be impossible to sleep on to, but surprisingly the leg room was great. No toilet in it, which i think was great, because indonesians have this silly habit of making the lavatory smells as if it hasnt been cleaned for 6 years in only 5 km of the trip.
Bus went, bus go, i fell asleep and immediately the bus stopped. It was the usual traffic jam. Didnt know where it was, all i know it was pitch dark and we have all this other buses beside us. It was a complete standstill, we probably went at a rate of 1 meter per minute or so and it was damn annoying.
To worsen the time, the bus co driver put in a music (or a video to be exact) of somebody called Mansyur S. I am sure some of you have heard of the name and couldnt exactly remember who it was. All i can say is, go look him up on youtube and if you managed not to puke after a full song, i'll give you $10 of monopoly money. Go, i dare you.
Decided enough, i went to sleep again. Not forget to do saur, at 2 AM, because i was so sleepy, and when i wake up at around 6 AM it was a clear sky. Our busses has taken a stop to breathe and there was still huge traffic around us, but at least its all moving. I grabbed my phone, checked on the GPS location, and i almost fainted when i found out i hadn't even made it to subang yet. This was suppose to be a usually 2 hours journey. It has now turn into almost 11 hours already.
Already, my "how hard can it be?" tag almost turns into "can i die now?"
Cirebon, Brebes, Tegal, it was all awfully hot. Not to mention the fact i hadnt drink much water in previous night and i was still fasting too. Felt like an awful dehydration was coming my way, but i just cant give up then. After a further 10 hours, it was almost time to break the fast. We stopped by alas roban and i was desperate to find a wall charger for my phone. Finally i got one, for free,after some smooth talking with SPG from indosat *eheemm*
One thing i always feared of in every mudik trip is the road after semarang, heading south. Ungaran, salatiga, Solo. Its always been a nightmare for me. But on this one it was just so empty and dellightful. It took less than 1.5 hours and i was finally home.
It has taken 27 hours, Mansyur S almost cost me my sanity, i almost dehydrated by the weather, but somehow i managed to survived. And im proud to say im survived. To all other people who takes train and plane, i can only say one thing.
You pussy :p
No comments:
Post a Comment