My father and I headed to the Maguwo station at about six in the morning to get the first train to Purworejo. That was actually our first time in trying this public transportation. Int the later times, we used to drive a car there, but that was just the past. We asked some people to ensure ourselves about the route and the destination. Few minutes later, the train came then we went in. The train stopped on some local stations, before we arrived at the Jenar station. Some people offered us to take us to the city using their motorcycle, but we choose to take a minibus van that cost us Rp 3.000,00 for single trip. At the Baledono market, we bought some Jenang, a Javanese traditional food, and ate them in the van.
That was quite disappointing cause we had to wait for about two hours before we went up to Donorejo. It was because the driver had to get more passengers so he could get his daily income in hand. Yes, public transportation was rarely used nowadays. Most of the passengers are the local sellers who bought many things, mostly basic commodities to be sold in their villages. It became more annoying cause a person asked us to give some more money to cover the lack of money. Finally, we headed to Donorejo at ten thirty, with sweat flowing below our dress. Poor us.
The driver was amazing. He's like an ex-F1 driver who chose to serve people in the remote area like that. It seems like he had been driving since he was a toddler. No intention to scorn him at all. On contrary, I really admire his ability, though I felt like living in the period of danger, when I was inside the van he drove. The way up to Donorejo was terrible. It's sloppy and curve. I couldn't imagine it cause my father said that the road was worse in the past. There were no van at all when he was a teenager. My mother and him had to walk to go there, and take a rest almost every ten minutes, because of the hard route.
After arriving at my uncle's house, we did ziarah to the tombs of my family's predecessors. Then we visited Grandpa Hadi's house. He actually suffered stroke but we could still understand his saying. Fortunately, his wive was good and healthy enough to take care of him, though some years ago she couldn't even get up from bed, because of an unknown disease. Father said that we had to take a lunch first before we could go home. That was such an unwritten rule there. Thank God, cause I even hadn't have a breakfast at all. We then only had few minutes in Uncle Gito's house, cause the van had arrived to take us downtown. At 2 in the afternoon, we arrived at Jenar station. Poor us. We were one and a half our earlier than the due time. So, we bought two cups of Black Dawet to lessen our thirst. A little talk with the seller, we waited the train which were late. At five, we arrived at Yogyakarta.
This was quite amusing and tiring trip at once. My father and I regretted it a little bit because we did not have much time to stay a night there. Another moment, I just wish.
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