A Year Passed

A year has been passed since I first arrived in Manokwari. This is a wonderful place to live. A nice little town that owns almost everything.  The beach is reachable in less than thirty-minutes. I like its mountains, looking like a big shadow from a far. I breath its fresh air. I love the clear blue sky too. That’s the bright side of everything. Everytime I wake up from my sleep in Manokwari this rain of thoughts begin to run. I think about how far I am living now from all the people and things I have lived with and loved. I feel that blue moment. And for a moment or some times I forget my raison d’être in now my town. Getting reminded that I am far from homeland and loved ones makes me feel sad. And lonely.

I am grateful because I can reach home easily. It takes only two hours flight from Manokwari to reach Makassar. Though the flights are costly but I managed to go home almost every two months. I have also been in charged to go to Jakarta for some works four times. I have also spent vacations with my friends outside Manokwari. That vacation to Derawan Island, to Balikpapan, to Surabaya, to Malang, and recently to Mataram, Lombok. Yes, a year passed and I have travelled a lot. I am grateful.

I made many targets to achieve within this year and I might have lost my attention to them. In the future, I have to put more discipline and focus on my targets. That includes working on my French and learning about academic writing. I also have have worked on my Instax Wide 366 days photos, but I failed when I have reached a hundred. Something went wrong with my camera. The lens wouldn’t come out. Ça va, mesdames et messieurs! I have to set more detailed plans. I have to set my focus. And keep reminded that I am blessed for everything I live now. 

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Back to Manokwari

I had good times with my family in Makassar. Now, I have come back to Manokwari. I went back to my to the Iife I have here, doing my job in my office et cetera. I feel happy to see Manokwari’s bright blue sky and to breath the fresh air. Compared to Makassar or Jakarta, or any other big cities, I can reach any places easily and fast, because we don’t have that traffic. This is Nusa Cendrawasih and it’s beautiful. 

Here’s my photos from the Instax. 

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Dimanche (10/07)

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Lundi (11/07)

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Mardi (12/07)


Mercredi (13/07)


Jeudi (14/07)

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Vendredi (15/07)


Samedi (16/07)


Malino Highland

Instead of going to the beach, we went to Malino highland today. We changed our plan in the way to the beach. It took two hours from Makassar to get there. It’s really nice there. The nature and the fresh air remind me of West Java. But, Malino is special for its own. They got Markisa fruits.

We reached a resort called Malino Highland. It’s now a favourite tourists’ destination. It was really cold and I was in a beach outfit with a short and a thin shirt. We only stay there for thirty minutes because my father was in hurry meeting his friends in Makassar. Well, Malino is nice!


Feels like Bandung!


A café in Malino Highland


The pines