Things I miss about Bandung:
- Rainy days in Potluck Kitchen, watching the water dripped on the glass window
- Sunny Sunday mornings at Car Free Day, followed by breakfast at Roti Gempol and a cup of tea which was never hot enough, no matter how many times I asked for it
- Baso Bawean and the friendly old man who always asked where I’d been for not turning up for so long
- All those delicious breakfast selections with close proximity, ranging from porridge, lontong Padang Uda Pero, nasi uduk, and so on and so forth
- Basically the food, because it’s a food paradise
- Jalan Banda, Goethe, Jonas, and all those cafés in Jalan Progo, which had witnessed my ups and downs
- Monthly grocery shopping at either Superindo or Riau Junction
- Impulsive fancy dinner with my sister, a guilty pleasure we found hard to resist
- Watching a movie at the latest possible hour, coming to nearly empty parking lot at either Ciwalk or PVJ
- Glistening city lights with dark sky as the background at Dago Pakar
- Going to the campus and remembering how it felt when I first saw it
- Orange-hued sky over the campus at dusk
- Having a cheap massage and spa after a hard day
- Falling in love again and again with the city, at every corner of it, no matter how many times I’d seen it before
Things I don’t miss about Bandung:
- Simpang at rush hour
- Traffic jams which become more and more common
- Stepping on a puddle when I got off of an angkot
- Angkot drivers who seemed to never learn how to use brake (and gas pedal) properly
But actually, I kinda miss those horrible things a bit, so it seems that I haven’t moved on completely. Bandung is like this guy whom I was irrevocably in love with, who kept me attached years after the last time I saw him.
Dear Bandung, I’ll come back to visit. Someday.
P.S. Take a look at my favorite video about Bandung, made by Fikri Gustin, a friend of mine. I have no idea how many times I’ve played this video since I left Bandung, because it reminds me so much of Bandung in a way that I love it.