Jakarta Trip Minutes Hours Days Weeks

Minutes turned into hours, hours into days, and my Jakarta trip finally came to an end. 

I am flying Singapore Airlines – my second flight for the day, the last leg of my trip back home, from Terminal 3 at Jakarta Soekarno-Hatta International Airport to the central bus station resembling Melbourne Airport.

The theme of the trip back home is gratitude.

I am grateful to Singapore Airlines for this smooth flight. The officer allowed me 28 kg of luggage without extra charges, and I am grateful for the delicious, warm, flavorful biryani lamb I had just demolished.

I am grateful for spending time with Amma at KOI Cafe at the airport earlier today and for wearing her leggings. I’m also grateful for the massage chair at the airport and for resisting the urge to buy things from Periplus.

I am grateful for Amma, who cooked all my favourite Indonesian food, including Prawn Tauco, Sayur Lodeh, and Ayam Goreng Sambal Terasi.

I am grateful for having daily Tahu time with Appa and for his offering to pack Tahu so I could smuggle it to Australia. I didn’t; it wasn’t worth the risk.

I am grateful that I got to spend quality time with my cousins.

I am grateful for many more things basic things, such as sleeping in Jakarta and watching horror movies exclusive to Indonesian Netflix: “Losmen Melati” and “Fengshui”.

I am grateful that the Japan trip, along with the passport renewal and the visa saga, went smoothly.

And I am so happy I had the chance to take Amma to Japan.

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