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A very peaceful place I recently discovered. #nature #naturephotography #landscape #landscapephotography #peaceful #peacefulplace #newlydiscovered #discovery

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Newly-discovered seaweed species threatens protected coral reef in Hawaii | UK News

Newly-discovered seaweed species threatens protected coral reef in Hawaii | UK News

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A newly-discovered species of seaweed is spreading rapidly and killing large patches of coral in one of the most protected ocean environments in the world, researchers have said.

A study from the University of Hawaii and others says the seaweed, which is part of the algae family, is spreading faster than anything they have seen in the remote Northwestern Hawaiian Islands, part of a…

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Disc Golf: One of my new discovered passions. Thanks to my Uncle Kevin for introducing this to me a long time ago, I’ve finally picked the sport up and play a lot. I have even introduced this to a few of my friends. They love it. It’s an easy sport to get into and it’s for all skill levels. It’s a great sport in any weather too. It’s especially great during these times of covid-19 when we have to practice social distancing. This sport allows for us to enjoy time together with friends without any interactions. Disc golf for me was about trying new things and to try and get good at it. I have progressed my skill over the very short years of playing and I have a long way to go. I can’t wait to start playing in tournaments too! I’m extremely competitive no matter what! If anyone ever wants to try this out sometime just hit me up, I have plenty of discs for us to go to a course. It takes about 1.5-2 hours to play 18 holes. I’ll bring the discs, beers and music, you just gotta show up! #DiscGolfing #NewlyDiscovered #Explore #Passionate #Motivated #Dedicated https://www.instagram.com/p/B_I-CdPHbbNIK8OAtidwiebn6QPtcSCjpa_6WU0/?igshid=wqss12sx67r1

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"Public life enlarges you, gives you purpose and context, saves you from drowning in the purely personal"

It could be our own city's Critical Mass, but instead of every last Friday of the month, Jumat Bersepeda is organized every Friday, every other week, by Bandung Transportation Agency.

People would come together at the starting point (usually Taman Veteran), and they would start biking around the city through the dense morning traffic of Bandung, reclaiming the streets from frustrated motorists.

It was my first time riding in a group of people who love cycling as much as I do. Most of them are adults in their 40 - 50s (?) and there are people my age. Well, around my age. I knew that it was inevitable that I gotta start or make conversation (which is not my strong suit given my introversion), and I found that it was easier to initiate it with someone older. So when I got to the starting point, the first person I made conversation with was this middle aged man in the blue parachute vest. Eventually, he introduced me to younger participants whose names I already forgot.

It was a great experience. It was a procession that made me feel more connected to my city, as a citizen sharing public spaces with other citizens. By the end of the event, I made a friend or three, or four?

Either way, expect more stories like this in the coming days.

[wherevermybiketakesme]

"To satisfy curiosity you must be willing to seem naive, to engage, to explore, to stare and be stared at, and people nowadays seem more willing or able to enter that state elsewhere than at home. What is often taken as the pleasure of another place may be simply that of the different sense of time, space, and sensory stimulation available anywhere one goes slowly."

[wherevermybiketakesme]

Sunday ride: being a tourist in one's own city

How well do you know your city? If I were to be asked that question I could only answer "not much."

I've been living in Bandung my whole life. Twenty nine years never far from the capital of the land of the Sundanese gods. Yet, I cannot say that I know everything about this city, only recently do I try to, a bit better. First on foot, now on my bike.

After a long day in the saddle, Sunday was the perfect day to go on a recovery ride. There's car free day and cyclists from all parts of the city come together in Dago, it could be thousands of them. I went at around 8:30 and made a stop at kupat tahu stall of which I'm the Sunday regular. The stall itself is a temporary setup, borrowing a parking lot outside of this souvenir shop. Usually the shop puts on Korean music but today it was different and there was a group of dancers practicing. It was pleasant.

Oh and by the way, I dresses nicely today in the spirit of recovery. I put on a stripped t-shirt, a denim shirt, jeans, and my white converse. I borrowed V's helmet and I really liked what I saw in the mirror. It was a beautiful day that demanded no haste. So I pedaled slow.

The best thing about riding a bike is riding together with fellow cyclists. This is special to me because I don't know them, they don't know me. But the fact that we're sharing the road on the same means, using our physical power to move, bring us together, that we're not so much of a stranger after all. "It was as though in aligning our bodies we had somehow aligned our hearts," the passage in Rebecca Solnit's book Wanderlust reads. Sunday ride will provide you this, a communion with people, being in public, as a member of a society. It's the only day almost all people who own a bike will take it out and actually ride it, so everyone is on the street and we bike together.

I was with one or two fellow cyclists for a while until they turned into different direction. And the I found myself following a cyclist club and then alone again. I stopped just before Simpang Lima, at a park called Taman Veteran and found a cultural landmark "ruko", a line of commercial buildings built during Dutch's occupation of Bandung. The park has some pillars in different colors lining the edge of the park's elevated area, as if they support some roof made of air.

The rukos are not open yet and their doors are graced by street artists with their graffiti.

These are already here but I just noticed them in my 29 years of existence. I've passed through this place so many times with my motorbike, but it takes the slowness of a bicycle to make a city become a place full of things to discover.

After that, I found myself meandering to city hall park and read a little bit.

Then I walked my bike to the north side of the city hall, found myself wandering in front of this new museum of Bandung City when a man invited me to get in. So I parked my bike and went in, no entrance fee asked.

I learned some new things about my city in that place, about how all this came into being. I learned that since the city was founded in September 1810, no woman ever served as a mayor.

I also learned that the university I went to to study English literature was the first one founded.

It was fascinating to learn all this despite only two rooms in the building available for display.

This Sunday ride made me feel like a tourist getting to know a foreign city, being no one among strangers. I found that traveling doesn't always mean going on a leisure trip away from your hometown. I think traveling means stepping out of your comfort zone, extending the boundaries of everything known, an embarkation into the unknown, whatever it is, wherever it is, by any kind of means.

You can be a tourist in your own city, there are always things that you don't know and things that you can learn.

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Sunday, February 10, 2019

Gear: Premier 5

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First Gran Fondo

Doubt was with me at the door when I was about to take out my bike. V was on her way to her hometown and I had the whole weekend for myself so I decided to go on a gran fondo through a route to Pangalengan and back.

But as I prepared all the essential stuff I needed to take with me on the journey, I felt a bit anxious, lots of things racing through my mind, giving birth to doubt that felt like an iron ball chained to my leg.

What if it rains? What if I get tired along the way? What if etc etc?

I was so close to cancel the trip altogether, almost convinced by the negative voices in my head. But as I paddled away, the doubt subsided like a storm, giving way to a sense of possibility lying ahead, and suddenly I was so enthused about the trip and actually made it.

According to Strava, I rode for about 7 hours and 10 minutes, but the actual duration of the whole ordeal was 10 hours 27 minutes, at least from the minute I turned on Strava at the start of the trip and turned it off at the end, both happened here at Amahome.

I had a place to rest in the middle of the trip, mind you. Ayah and Ibu were at their country home, as usual surprised seeing me arrive on my bike. I stayed for about an hour, had lunch, chatted and stuff, played with a very docile pigeon that came out of nowhere into the house.

Then I continued my long journey back to Bandung (50 km aheas). This time I took a little detour to Kertamanah tea plantation, my favorite spot in Pangalengan. There's no better place to find quiet and respite.

The whole thing attracts the local youth. They rode their motorbikes and parked somewhere to be intimate in their young love. As for me, the green of plantation resonates with me as deeply as the blue of the ocean. As if eyes can drink, it's the pool from which your sight quenches its thirst after depravation caused mainly by concrete, asphalt, and steel.

At a certain clearing, you can actually see Cileunca Lake as pictured below. It's the thin little white rugged strip beyond the trees, right under the cloud that cast a shadow that looks like a spotlight rather than a shade.

I was so grateful right there and then that I still have a good sight, good legs, healthy young body and I put it to a good use like this, at least for me.

The trip makes me realize that I don't want to be trapped in the series of indoors: dwelling, office, and cars. I want to be home in the world without the four walls. Explore and discover. Get lost and flirt with the unknown. Transform.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Gear: Premier 5

Route: Dago - Kopo - Banjaran - Pangalengan - Banjaran - Moh. Toha - Dago