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HK Trip - 2nd day

Hari ini training nya mulai. Ternyata tempatnya cukup jauh dari hotelku. Aku harus naek MTR, berhenti di sebuah interchange, terus ganti route yang lain. Quite far, but luckily it's quite fast, and the information is provided abundantly.

Guess who I met here. My old collegue, yang dulu kerja di Datindo. Aku dah pernah cerita kan kalau sekitar satu tahun yll ada bedol desa besar2an di kantorku. Satu divisi pindah, mereka bikin satu company baru yang menjual produk yang sama. Nah, ternyata mereka ikut training yang sama. Salah satu dari mereka adalah Pak Rizal, yang dulu jadi manager workshop di tempatku - workshop itu sebuah divisi yang pekerjaannya adalah service sparepart. Wah, mereka bertiga sedangkan aku cuma sendiri ... hiks hiks hiks ...

Berhubung aku belum sempat ngider lagi, aku cerita tentang perjalananku tadi pagi aja yak. Aku kan baru sempat liat secuil kota HK di waktu malam, nah, tadi pagi aku liat sepotong bagian lain di waktu pagi. Kotanya terletak di dekat bukit2. Bagus deh, di depan kita ada apartemen2 yang berlatar belakang bukit2. Seolah-olah apartemen itu menyembul dari perbukitan. Hmmm, gimana ngegambarinnya ya. Pernah liat kartu pos yang menggambarkan kota Yerusalem dengan bukit2nya? Ya kira2 gitu lah, tapi yang menyembul dari perbukitan bukan kota tua, melainkan apartemen2 bertingkat. Di sekitar bukit2 itu banyak jalan raya yang sibuk ... hmm, khas kota besar.

Tadi siang aku makan bareng mereka, my old collegue dan tuan rumah. Porsi makanan di sini tuh besarrr banget. Kalo di Jkt, benernya aku makan nasi satu porsi penuh kan pasti habis tuh ... kecuali lagi jaim :p ... huahaha ... boong banget, mau makan sama siapa aja juga gak pernah jaim :D ... Nah, waktu ke Singapore tuh aku sering kekenyangan, bahkan gak habis dengan porsi makanan yang lebih besar. Eeh, ternyata di HK porsinya lebih besar lagi. Kata orang Jawa, jadi mblenger makannya :) ... Jadi tadi siang aku sharing sama Pak Rizal, karena dia gak punya teman sharing makanan, teman-teman serombongannya gak ada yang mau makan setengah porsi ... hahaha.

Back about HK, kapan ya Jakarta punya sistem transportasi yang bagus kayak di sini atau di Singapore. My poor Jakarta ... hiks hiks ... satu-satunya transportasi yang lumayan cuma busway. Itu pun cuma LUMAYAN doang.

Hmmfff, hari dah mulai gelap, hampir jam setengah tujuh waktu jakarta, atau lebih cepat satu jam di sini. Tapi orang-orang belum pada pulang neh, sementara saya dah mulai bosan :D *bandel mode on :p * ... OK deh, gitu dulu cerita hari kedua. Anyway, ada apa di Jakarta hari ini ya? Aku gak bisa akses detik.com dari sini.

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