It was dissimilar morning in a small village, Pare - the part of Kediri. In the sunny sunday, the kids ran around cheerfully, the mothers went to the traditional market with their handbag, and the vehicles - pedicabs, bicycles, and public transportation - passed back and forth on the Brawijata street. They loaded the street which was not dry yet from its dew that wetted the asphalt last night.
While the sun rises, I went too far in the rush. The sensations was different then Jakarta, my hometown. Although both of them were crowded in the weekend, in Pare, I felt extremely lush. It gave me a big impession and tranquility situation.
This was the only one of my holidays that I had whole the weeks when I studied in Pare. The day when I spent and wasted the times by refreshing - taking excersise, walking around village, and tasting traditional food. Those activities was taken with my friends. The day was meanigful for me who did not settle down in Pare.
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One of the symbols in the downtown of Pare - it is Adipura award
when Pare was the one of the cleanest village |
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| Statue of the heroes in the crossroad of Pare |
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| It is me, when was taking a rest after finishing excersise |
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| Traditional market in Tulungrejo, Pare |
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| Real condition in the street traditional market in Tulungrejo, Pare |
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Tasting traditional food, pecel rice,
with my friends - Maftuhah, Rayyan, Adip, and Arif. |
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