It was just a typical daily routine for the local Sangkulirang, approximately 70 km eastward my working’s area, when I took it as an holidays gateway.
It was a greenery bumpy road we had to take, with sometimes fully cover by asphalt, alternately graveled road.
Sometimes the lush greenery freshened the eyes, most of the times the bumpy graveled road got on my nerves.
When at the end of my road, the seemed to limitless ocean became my gateway’s limit.
A limit which commanded me to stop and rest, to appreciate my self, to celebrate my life.