It seems that business owner in Jakarta just can’t leave a pole clean. They will stick ads for their business on the pole. Most that I can find in today’s morning run is toilet cleaning and house for sale.
There are also ads for English language, with a mention that it will be taught by a Bule (local term for foreigner from the west with white skin and golden hair). And if you need to run a child’s birthday party, you can also get a Badut (Clown).
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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.
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Let’s put it this way: I’m not a big fans of camping. Too much hassles of building the tent, taking gas stove and all canned food, cooking utensils. And most of all, to have less decent toilet. That’s why, when my son want to go camping, I only have one condition: I will only going to do Glamorous Camping, or more commonly known as Glamping.
In Glamorous Camping, the campsite owner basically take care of your needs, from food, building and tearing down the tent, and setting up the bonfire. All you need to do is bring yourself, and some personal stuff like soap and medication. Don’t forget to bring some marshmallow too.
To be honest, this camping trip is the first in the last 22 years. I kind of enjoy the camping trip. I enjoyed sleeping in nature, with nature’s sound instead of Air Conditioner, wake up early watching the sunrise in the fresh cool mountain air, and the morning hiking to the most secluded beautiful place accessible only by foot. And Glamorous Camping site provide just what I need to go back to nature
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Just as the sun begin to set, the crowd started to gather at Malioboro Street. To anticipate the crowd, several food seller already set up their basket, ready to serve hungry stomach. They set up their baskets in a non-intrusive way at the wide pedestrian of Maliboro Street. And in case you pass through them, they will greet you and offer the food, with the signature smile of Yogyakarta.
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