As an A type, I enjoy making preparation for my trip. I'd rather bring more stuff than lacking any. My coming home vacation is always quiet as I don't tell a lot of people about it. I only inform my family whom I thought could accompany me during my stay. I don't call people who seem too busy or will try too hard to make it. I don't like to wait, I don't like to be rejected. It's my vacation, so I want to enjoy it at my pace, in my way. So, if you're not invited to my party, please behave. Stop ask why. Perhaps you've skipped my hip before, or you wasted my time when we should enjoy our free time. You are black listed!
This year, I went with my family to Mandeh Tourism Area. So, this is what my cousin has been working on for the last few years. The area is not well developed yet, mostly because people don't have tourist awareness mind. The direction is vague, the lunch place is not comfortable. We're just hit the top of Mandeh, while the main attraction is circling the 6 islands and enjoy the water sports. I was hoping for a sweet place to picnic with your elder parents. This place is more suitable for my personal adventure, where I cruise and snorkeling. XD Perhaps I should come next time with my cousin.
As result, we have to find another place to have lunch. My idea of a picnic is taking mom's cuisine, stretch legs on a mat while watching the waves dance. So, we head to Carolina Beach. It's the place of nostalgia. My parents used to bring little me and bro to this place. It doesn't change much since then. The place is still quiet, just a few visitors who play on the beach. Even the attraction is the same: circling the sea. Lol. It stays while the world is changing fast.
The weather is a bit gloomy that day. But, it's not raining until we reach the main road to go to Bukittinggi. Traffic jam ahead! Aha. You see, people used to say it only takes 2,5 hours driving from Padang to Bukittinggi, but lately, the trip is not as easy as before. We made it in 4 hours because of the heavy traffic. Ugh. Since it's already late, we couldn't visit Istano Basa Pagaruyung that day. But, we went on the day after.
I also managed to check Bung Hatta's birth house museum. I've been hearing about it, but never imagine how it looked like. It was a quick incident when we passed the venue on Jl. Soekarno Hatta. It feels like my radar suddenly noticing museum nearby. lol. Nobody else paid attention to it, and my car already passed it. Mom asked the driver to turn around and voila! It's there!
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