Yes please, rice has become porridge, what to do again? anyway
time can not turn back and Bapak can not play
back the bike, because there is no turning path on the road already
divided in both directions. With a wrong way, it means little time travel
longer, but I am so more satisfied enjoying the green ones
refreshing eyes. Every now and then I check Atha, afraid to fall asleep,
because his hobby Atha really likes to sleep when riding a motorcycle, maybe
because the cool wind.
While being absorbed in the green rice fields and
trees, my eyes caught something else. There is debris
the rest of the Royal Palace of the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Banten. Almost all
the palace's buildings collapsed (exactly undermined by parties
Netherlands), leaving only the fence and the gulf only. But
nevertheless, the splendor is still visible. I felt
pocket jeans, flat and flat. God, I did not bring
mobile phone, so this beautiful scenery I can not membingkaikan.