Sorong Airport, but without kereta sorong

Before talking about getting laid, let's talk about my arrival in Sorong, Irian Jaya, Indonesia.

Lucky for me to be seating at window seat when arriving at a foreign place while fully awake.

From high above Sorong looks very nice. The town is Sorong, not because there are many kereta sorong (trolley). I like the first imprssion of Sorong. It feels peaceful, with so much green and no pollution.

hmnnnn... Weird thing start to happen.....

There are school kids walking along the airplane strip...

Looks like they just cross the road which we just landed.....

Locals with vehicle waiting beside the road....

Waiting to cross the road? or the airplane's road??

It is airport, but I think it is open for public.

Airport Sorong.

 Guys in blue and orange uniform are airport's porter. As you can see, the carousel is static.... and there are no luggage trolleys. Eventhough the town is called 'sorong' (push), there are no 'kereta sorong' (trolley). Hence I am confident that kereta sorong is not the reason for the name 'Sorong'.

While we are waiting for our luggage, porters asking for our luggage tag. But we dismissed them because we were very protective of our luggage tag. Only when luggages start to come out from a hole, I realised that we should give our luggage tag to them to get our luggage. Good system because it make sure no one took the wrong luggage. That is one of the reason they need many porters, to distribute luggages. For people with big luggages, porters can help in carrying them. With tips, you don't have to carry big luggages by your own.

It is a small airport, with clean toilet, and efficient luggage system.

Interesting.

10 Sept 2010 - Summary of past Adventure with blokes and ladies

I guess not many get the joke of the melon in my previous post.

'If you get the joke, say Ha Ha,

If you don't get the joke, say Huhhhh,

If you really don't get it, it is really fine,

because it joke from a drunken master'

Nice song? It is a song if you haven't realise it.

The melon joke will only be perfect if you know the person.

I am actually planning to write something interesting about Irian Jaya souvenir, koteka.

Somehow, my mouse is still hibernating in my backpack and it is hard to watermark my photos without my mouse. 

Somemore, the author of the blog is homesick. Try to imagine staying at home for 8 months and suddenly have to stay so far from home, it is so homesick. If I was pregnant in the start of my last leave, I will be due by the end of this month. And my smelly pillow is not with me. My smelly pillow is actually a pillow I stole from airlines, either SIA or MAS. What else can I write other than my homesickness? What about seasickness?

When I was working at Angola, I had to traveled for 2-3 days. Angola is south Africa. So far, right? Now working in Indonesia, I still have to travel for 2-3 days from home. Indonesia is not so far comparing to Angola. Indonesia is Malaysia's neighbour country. But... but... but... I still have to travel for so many day to get to Irian Jaya. Crumpy and sulky mode.

During our transition period in Indonesia, we Malaysian have to pretend to be Singaporean, due to Indonesian's hatred to Malaysia. Everyday news are talking about Indonesian's demonstration against Malaysia. Hard to pretend that we are Filipino or Thai, because we don't have the slang. Singaporean is the best option. It is so weird, when my friend and me were in Singapore, Singaporean thought we are Filipino. Maybe because of our Malay Language is similar to Sarawak-Malay Language.
News related.

Schedule:
Singapore (2 nights) - visited Universal Studio Singapore

                                    - reached the entrance of Casino

                                    - walking around town center.

                                    - tasted Vagabond.

                               

Jakarta (1 night) - visited Manga Dua shopping complex (saw an entrance to Chinatown,    
                                 but there is no Chinatown. It is just decorated with chinese element.

                               -foot massage at teh airport, because we stay at Jakarta Airport Hotel.

Sorong, Irian Jaya (3 nights) - learned how to play pool.

                                           -  drank mineral water as white wine, hung over from it.

                                           - documented a series of funny moments. ( no worries, your secret is
                                              safe with me.                      
                                          - ate a lot of spicy food.

 Today is Eid from Muslims. Happy Eid! Now is my turn to start fasting. It is hard because our cook is so good in cooking. Have fish keropok (cracker) everyday. I even blame him for cooking so nice.

Of course I took many photos. Just realised I am getting cuter! Cute like Mashimaro.

Suddenly I remember that I had a Mashimaro stuffy 5 years ago, at my final year of Uni. Now where is it now?