It’s true that Indonesia is beautiful. People say so. But I really really hate being in a railway station in my country, and especially the one near my house as I have to go there almost each day to take a train.
Okay, I try to tolerate people who litter so conveniently there that the station is so very dirty, or the crowded stalls in already narrow passage between the railways which requires us, the passenger, to be extra careful when getting on and off the train, or the music blasting from those stalls that I really have to listen so hard to the head of the station who announce repeatedly about the arrival and departure of trains from a loudspeaker, or, okay, I still can tolerate (sigh…) people who spit anywhere in the station (I close my eyes and mouth!)
However, I really can’t tolerate people who smoke there, because I really can’t stand it. That’s why I often try to arrive at the station just IN TIME for me to catch up the train, so that I won’t have to linger a longer time there. That would be such a convenient thing to do if the train’s schedule is ON TIME. In most cases, trains here are often late.
It’s such a dilemma for me. I don’t want to spend longer time at the station, but in most cases I have to wait for the late trains. In other cases, I have the feelings that the train is a little bit late so I arrive there a bit late, but the train is on time this time, such a silly train, lol.
Well, Indonesia is really dangerously beautiful.
