This weekend is not a weekend I would celebrate. I was sick, and in a way, I have to admit that it was my wrongdoing. I have been working day and night in the last couple of week. And during weekends in the last few weeks, I spent my time being outdoor with my son. We swim, golf, and play.
So, sick and home-bound, I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing right now: Being Outdoor. Yes, I love outdoor, and being outdoor itself provides relive to the sore body. Here is some activity that I enjoyed while outdoor
I have a small hydroponic garden at the terrace of my home, where I grow various vegetables, such as Pak Choy, Lettuce and Chili. It is a bit abandoned at the moment, due to leakage. It should be a priority to fix it once I’m feeling well.
Some people like to mock me by saying “you are running away from your problem.” That is kind of true though, except that after the run, I gained some vigor to deal with the problem. No, I’m not outrunning the problem. I run to gain energy to deal with the problem.
Scuba Diving for me is the ultimate adventure. It is going where a man shouldn’t belong to, but somehow manage to go to appreciate the creation of God. It is calming enough to be at the ocean, but being underwater, it is the ultimate meditation
So, where or what you rather be doing?
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Some people knows that I drink a lot of coffee. A lot of good coffee. And living in Indonesia, we are blessed with a wide region that is suitable to grow good coffee.
I was walking in a local market yesterday when I saw a long table in front of a coffee shop. On it lies varieties of Indonesian coffee for sale. The various shiny colors of the packaging catch my attention as I pass by. Upon closer inspection, not only the packaging that is different, but also the labels. There are those labels which are designed like a pro, and there are also another which is clearly designed by amateur.
I bought few bags to taste at home, and will be back just to grab a cup of coffee, and buy another bag.
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In many places in Indonesia, the pedestrian that is taken over by people selling stuff. They often reason with the necessity of earning a living when officials try to move them out. Such attempt usually ended up in conflict between the sellers and police,
In some area, mutual agreement was made that, the food seller can occupy and sell on the pedestrian at night. The road then closed for vehicle, allowing people to stroll around and shop, or eat.
This post is made in response to WordPress Photo Challenge: Pedestrian
Over my amateur running life, I have been running across 3 bridges. These are no small bridge. These are major bridge that connected significant amount of land masses, or even continent.
The Sentosa Island Bridge, Singapore
This bridge is my first bridge crossing in a major running event, the Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore, 2012. The starting point of the half marathon is just few hundred meters on the Singapore island side. The run itself cross the bridge twice, one right after start to Sentosa Island, and another one few kilometers later back from Sentosa Island to Singapore Island.
This is also the shortest bridge crossing I did in an running event. Soon it is followed by the longest bridge crossing on foot.
The 2nd Penang Bridge, Malaysia
Until today, the Penang 2nd Bridge is the longest bridge crossing that I did, on foot. I joined a Penang Bridge International Marathon in 2014, and they can fit almost the whole 42km course on the bridge itself. We started on Penang Island, and less than 1 km to the run, we are already on the bridge. The 21km turning point is 1-2 km inland on Malaysia mainland, and then we are back on the bridge.
The Bosphorus Bridge, Turkey
My latest running saga brought me to the legendary Bosphorus Bridge. It is legendary, because it connects 2 continents, Asia and Europe. The bridge is normally closed for pedestrian after few suicides, except once a year during the Istanbul Marathon. I crossed the bridge during Istanbul Marathon 2016.
The starting line is few hundred meters on the Asian side of Bosphorus bridge. As I run on the bridge, and I can feel that the bridge shake from the tramping of hundreds of runners.
This post is made in response to WordPress Photo Challenge: Bridge