writer: Dede
Every once in a while, a pack of young Christians, anguished from their daily routines and wishes to be somewhere relaxing and fun, decided to held the so-called D’Journey, basically an outing held by GKI Cawang’s youth ministry. The event has been held thrice and participants believe that this may tighten bonds between them.
Eka Putra Wijaya, the initiator who has been responsible for the oftenly-extreme fatigue suffered by the participants prefers to make the trip rather tougher. Though he believes that this activity is more fun that way, the writer often thinks the opposite; especially when he is hungry.
The third D’Journey was held at Ancol, North Jakarta in regard to the will of participants to go to SeaWorld. After such a fun trip in the grey bus, we arrived there and Eka started to rob some dough from the poor participants. Of course the writer took a picture of that moment of agony.
After having our bags snuggled in the storage, then we started to entert he arena and eyeing those fishes. There were so many kinds of fish; some of them are Big Fishes, Small Fishes and Ugly Fishes. There are some corpses too!
We watched some stunts by the officials, took a heap of photographs and hated a preposterous couple who get inside the huge aquarium while we watch from far away through the thicker-than-your-face glass. Weee!!
Hunger started to thrust out of the long-forgotten bellies and we planned to have a meal by the beach. Winning the argument over where to enjoy the meal, Eka lead us to a spot just a few meters from the mouthwatering A&W stall and eat everything we had in our bags. Burp!
Then things started to get outrageous: We get into the stall and order a pile of the unhealthy dishes plus an enormous glass full of ice cubes. Woo-hoo! Wondering what ice cubes were for? Eka launches a huge bottle of Pocari Sweat and pour it into the glass and we took turns to drink; of course, using straws. Oh yeah, there were some sexy underage girls too!
Next destination: the beach. Next plan: Heaven knows what was in Eka’s head. Unfortunately, the beach has been raided by hordes of homosapiens and we quickly abandoned this thought and headed right through the bridge or port or whatever that wooden structure called. We took some insane (synonymous with stupid) pictures there and exactly two (or three?) pre-wedding photograph of our friends
As if the torture has just begun, we were forced to wait for the in-arena bus and ended with flooding sweats of chasing it (who turned out to be taking other directions). Moreover, Eka wished to get back to the SeaWorld to watch how those Big and Scary fishes got fed. Not enough, he wishes to take a tour around the arena first. However, his plan did not work out because the driver declined to take another trip back and we finally went for the not-so-comfy busway shelter. That’s it. I’m tired.
Every once in a while, a pack of young Christians, anguished from their daily routines and wishes to be somewhere relaxing and fun, decided to held the so-called D’Journey, basically an outing held by GKI Cawang’s youth ministry. The event has been held thrice and participants believe that this may tighten bonds between them.
Eka Putra Wijaya, the initiator who has been responsible for the oftenly-extreme fatigue suffered by the participants prefers to make the trip rather tougher. Though he believes that this activity is more fun that way, the writer often thinks the opposite; especially when he is hungry.
The third D’Journey was held at Ancol, North Jakarta in regard to the will of participants to go to SeaWorld. After such a fun trip in the grey bus, we arrived there and Eka started to rob some dough from the poor participants. Of course the writer took a picture of that moment of agony.
After having our bags snuggled in the storage, then we started to entert he arena and eyeing those fishes. There were so many kinds of fish; some of them are Big Fishes, Small Fishes and Ugly Fishes. There are some corpses too!
We watched some stunts by the officials, took a heap of photographs and hated a preposterous couple who get inside the huge aquarium while we watch from far away through the thicker-than-your-face glass. Weee!!
Hunger started to thrust out of the long-forgotten bellies and we planned to have a meal by the beach. Winning the argument over where to enjoy the meal, Eka lead us to a spot just a few meters from the mouthwatering A&W stall and eat everything we had in our bags. Burp!
Then things started to get outrageous: We get into the stall and order a pile of the unhealthy dishes plus an enormous glass full of ice cubes. Woo-hoo! Wondering what ice cubes were for? Eka launches a huge bottle of Pocari Sweat and pour it into the glass and we took turns to drink; of course, using straws. Oh yeah, there were some sexy underage girls too!
Next destination: the beach. Next plan: Heaven knows what was in Eka’s head. Unfortunately, the beach has been raided by hordes of homosapiens and we quickly abandoned this thought and headed right through the bridge or port or whatever that wooden structure called. We took some insane (synonymous with stupid) pictures there and exactly two (or three?) pre-wedding photograph of our friends
As if the torture has just begun, we were forced to wait for the in-arena bus and ended with flooding sweats of chasing it (who turned out to be taking other directions). Moreover, Eka wished to get back to the SeaWorld to watch how those Big and Scary fishes got fed. Not enough, he wishes to take a tour around the arena first. However, his plan did not work out because the driver declined to take another trip back and we finally went for the not-so-comfy busway shelter. That’s it. I’m tired.