After passing through the palace, apparently regret for not
carrying the mobile phone continues, because there are also ruins
fort Speelwijk, Avalokatisvera Monastery, and the high Chinatown Mosque. In
Karang Antu area is indeed once the Kingdom
Banten, so no wonder if there are many buildings
the rest of the royal heritage as well as the tombs of the sultans as well
his family. The buildings have now been marked as BCG
(Cultural heritage). This can be seen from the nameplate
placed in front of the building.
After passing through the historic buildings,
the scenery was back to normal, there was only rice field and
trees. People's homes are very rare. Suddenly raindrops
down from the sky, when the weather was very hot and hot. Want
shelter, but there is no place for shelter. Rain coat
which is usually under the seat of the motor was somehow the day was not
carried away. But, show must go on, and the journey continues.
When the clothes began to wet, then we found a row of stalls,
Dad stopped the bike. We take shelter there pretty good
long. When the rain stopped, we went back
travel and finally get home. This return trip turned out to be
spent an hour and a half, one and a half times longer
rather than a trip away.
A few days later, for some reason the dreams come back
found me with the palace building. In fact, moment
awake too, the shadow of the palace passed, many times. What is this? What
which is actually wanted to be demonstrated by an accidental encounter
that? As I know, his ancestors were indeed kingdoms
Banten. But what does that mean? Do you mean if I can not
forget history? I still have not found the answer. In
Kasunyatan, there is indeed a kind of association that records genealogy
Banten breeds. At first I wanted to join and once asked
join, but I become uninterested when there are some who are
actually felt jumawa just because ber-bred Banten. Think I am, whatever
means a trah?
