To the West!!

In Indonesia, at time around Eid Fitri, most of muslim do a kind of tradition named “mudik”, which is mean go home to our home village where you were born or your big family were living. It’s a common phenomenon among citizen of Java island because most of us aren’t came from the same city or province where we were living. Some of us just need an hour bus ride, and some of us need 4 hours flight just to visit their home village and spend time together with their big family. So if you’re a foreigner (and perhaps not a muslim) you’ll be surprise how busy the traffic. There’s more flight, lots of cars and buses swarming roads & docks, and a horribly traffic jam outside the city. Yet, on the D-day of Eid, you’ll be more surprise when you find out that the streets are so quiet.

Looks like an exodus of apocalypse

Technically every people in Indonesia belong to (at least) one native tribe. As you know, there’s hundreds of tribe in Indonesia, it could be possible that somebody could belongs to more than 1 tribe. Say a guy from Dayak tribe marry a girl from Bugis Tribe, their children later belong to both Dayak and Bugis tribe. And if their child marry somebody from Sunda tribe, their grandchild could belong to 3 tribes according its family line. Lucky me, both my parents came from the same tribe. They’re come from Karo tribe, which settled a plateau on North Sumatra Province which latest known by the awakening of mount Sinabung, after its 400 years sleep. There’s also another tribe in this province, the most well known is Tapanuli, which settled around Toba Lake.

Because I’m a Karonese who living in Sundanese land, when we have enough budget and courage, we “mudik” to North Sumatra. Alhamdulillah, this year we did it. But why I type “courage” after “budget”? Because our way to reach North Sumatra is NOT BY PLANE. Well, if using plane it takes an hour from Bandung to Medan. Then takes another 4 hour bus ride to reach Kabanjahe, capitol Karo Plateau, and takes another 6 hour minibus ride to my father home village. Or 1 hour car ride if we plan to my mother home village from Kabanjahe.

But have a trip by plane is obviously troublesome for us, because we have lots of sibling to visit in North Sumatra. So we take a land route. How far it is? It’s … KM. How much time it takes? It takes 4 days trip.

Yep, I’m not kidding.

So far I remember, it’s my  5th   visit to North Sumatra by land route. The last is around 2010’s, also around Eid Fitri, because the policy allowed all government employee to have 2 weeks full holiday due to “mudik” tradition. So it’s not only muslim, everyone could enjoy this chance once a year.

Of course I took pictures while on the trip, but most of them are family picture and some photograph of strangers that I surprised they’re still my cousins. Because it’s not really worth to show, at this post I just upload some picture that I interest me. I don’t have to describe them right?

The traffic was fucking bad, we have to wait for a night ’till the harbour opened, and brush our teeth on in the middle of highway.

Smoked fish, a pieces of traditional Luxury

Satay of various ingredients, Quail eggs, nuggets, squids, and various Cow’s innards. yum.

This one is my Favourite 🙂

Enjoying the silence in the heart of Palm Plantation area

On our way back home to Java island. we were lucky get a quiet ferry, so we get more seat to enjoying Sunda Strait.


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