I could hardly catch my breath after arriving in Sloterdijk station in Amsterdam. I should have listened to Riwe and Haris, who suggested me to catch a bus to go to the station, instead of riding the bicycle. But, riding the bicycle gave me more flexible time as I still wanted to stay at their house longer to play Uno game. That day was the first day of Eid Fitri, which we celebrated by cooking Indonesian food (me and Riwe cooked opor ayam, rendang, and sambal goreng ati that day), and inviting few friends to come along to eat and chat, such an intimate celebration in the faraway land from home. Little did I know that the station is quite far from their house, especially for a foreigner standard who does not really used to ride a bike everywhere like people in Netherland.
When we arrived, the bus that will brought me to Salzburg has not been arrived. I was relieved, although I still could feel the pain that caused by riding the bicycle too long (if you know what I mean). Couple minutes before we were still rushing to the station and I was bit afraid that the bus will left me. I can feel that all fats from rendang and opor were burning though. That was quite an exercise. Kudos to all Netherland people!
Strange statue and a giant chess-set in Salzburg.
The green Flixbus finally came. After exchanging good-byes, I boarded the bus and wanted nothing but a good sleep. The bus were packed with people. I actually prefer to ride a train, but since the cheapest option to go to Salzburg from Amsterdam is by riding the bus, I should accept the fact that I wouldn't be able to sleep properly.
So another solo journey just begun..
