Dryxanne’s Confessions

I was just chatting with my friend, and I talked about how I wanted to go somewhere for the New Year’s Eve. Somewhere like some place on high ground so I can have a broad view of the city lights at night. Some place like that side of the ascending road in Bandung where I could view Bandung’s city night lights from far.

Or some place like this :

It is a view of Hongkong city in the night, from The Peak.

This is not my personally taken pictures, as the pictures I took when I went there 2 years ago were blur and smoky, because that night was a bit misty and the whole area in the picture was covered in some white mist, thus the buildings and their lights were not captured as clear and sharp as this one, which I took without permission from some website in internet (Google, once again, MAGNIFICENT!)

Oh how I miss to go back to that place, seeing that amazing view once again… I saw some pictures from the same view in some bookstore few days ago, and my heart was beating in a hurting beat thinking WHEN and HOW I would ever get a chance to go back to that place again.

When I was standing there, viewing those lights, they were not some natural mothernature scenes, not some rocky mountains or naturally carved cliffs or some giant rock islands. They were just artificial beauties, made by men, powered by electricity, symbols of a modernization and pace of a metropolitan city, and international harbor of the world. But still I was amazed in silence, I thought I could stay forever, or at least all night long just staring at that view. Well there were my friends grabbing my hands to go because we had to go back and catch the metro, but really, I could just stare at it all night long…

I wish I had someone special in heart there at that moment to share that beauties. I wish I had someone to be with me, to hold my hands while walking on the Avenue of Stars, looking at this view below :

 
Again, I took this pic from some site without permission. With the same reason as above.

Jakarta or some other cities may have similarly interesting views, although I’m not very sure about it. I don’t know if there are cities in Indonesia, major cities, that lay their buildings along the seaside like Hong Kong, mainly because that is the way Hong Kong is situated geographically. But I don’t think many people in Jakarta have the same courtesy as at least those people I met in Hong Kong. Those people who would try their best to show us directions when we got lost, who tried their best to understand what we ordered for meals although we spoke of totally different languages, who were so kind to pause their activities to help us with the way to reach some places although they were in queue for their buses. A college girl who would still stop and listen and tell us the direction to the nearest metro station eventhough it was 11.30 PM and we were stopping her on some crossing bridge with no one around but us and she was all alone, walked hurrily to get back home. Amazingly kind and amazingly unsuspicious that we might have been criminals that wanted to rob her.

I miss the few days we spent walking around the city, exploring with just maps and plans figured the night before. I miss the enthusiasm and the excitements when we suddenly decided to change some parts of the plan and switched to another place. I miss the stupidity we did when we decided to follow the escalator of all the 15 + 3 stairs from Central, laid about few kilometres, just to find out it ended at some place uptown which had no metro stations nearby and we have to walk down back, this time really walked it. And the good laugh after that. And the sore feet and thighs the next morning.

I miss travelling…