Yo guys! In this post and a couple of other posts in the future, I’m gonna be talking about one of the most important factors of my recent unproductive nature. And that is transportation.

If you wanna go somewhere with a decent distance, what do you do? You get in some sort of vehicle right? If you have some sort of event you need to attend several miles away, you don’t walk. You ride.

In the 21st century, mobility is important. Different places scattered about the world are rising in potential, and that’s why people are constantly on the move for whatever purpose it may be, from work to vacation to social purposes.

But for kids like me, the main use of transportation is to go to and from school.

Back when I lived in Lexington, I would ride a standard yellow school bus to and from school. Early in the morning when our breath would almost certainly freeze, my brother and I would talk a short walk to the bus stop and huddle up like little penguins, waiting for our 45-minute ride to school. It took the same amount of time to get home. And boy did 45 minutes feel long.

And then BAM!

We moved to Indonesia. We were then forced into some of the world’s most terrible traffic. In the streets of Indonesian cities, rules don’t seem to apply. You’ll see motorcycles immediately fill in every open space like some sort of liquid, cars parked on the streets without anybody caring, zebra crosses covered by vehicles, street vendors everywhere. Oh, and jaywalking galore.

45 minutes wouldn’t get you very far.

Back in 7th grade, I was still a kid, so I hitched a ride with a classmate to and from home. However, his reliability fluctuated, so on one fateful day, I decided to go back home by myself with public transportation for the first time.

(The staple public transportation in my city is something called an angkot which I will explain thoroughly in a future post. For now, you can search it up.)

And so, the strange and unfamiliar city of Bandung became clear before my eyes. Sometimes I would try out new transport routes, hitch rides with other friends, explore aimlessly, and try finding the cheapest route. Heck, one time I even walked the full 7 kilometers home.

8th grade arrived and we moved to the house I wrote this post in. It was a whopping 15 kilometers away from my school. But the distance wasn’t the worrying part, it was the traffic. So how did I get to school on time? I went with my father and a campus worker in the early morning, contributing to the morning rush I would later nickname The Anarchy.

It’s crazy.

I had to put up with that shizzle every day. Actually, never mind, I still do…

As for going back home, by using a combination of public transportation and hitching rides from friends, it took an average of 2 hours to get home. Dang, 8th grade was tiring! But with that experience, I got to know the ins and outs of Bandung, and I also learned ‘Street Sundanese’ which helped me learn actual Sundanese. I also got used to all that dust, air pollution, and cigarette smoke from the streets, which isn’t necessarily a good thing.

In 9th grade, I changed schools to a closer one so I wouldn’t be too tired while preparing for the national exam. I went to and from school using the Ujung Berung – Ciwastra angkotSo, as you can see, I’m pretty used to life on the street.

And now that I’m in SMAN 5, I still go to school via The Anarchy and I still go home using public transportation. School’s over at 3:00 PM and I should get home at around 4:15. That sounds pretty swell. Enough time for me to do the things I do, right? Nope.

Due to current weather conditions as well as the multiple extracurricular activities I’m taking, 5:00 – 6:00 is a more likely ETA. And after that I have homework… Ugh, sometimes I doubt my ambitious nature…

Anyway, huzzah! My time to post things has decreased quite significantly until I can legally drive. Hopefully, I’ll still be able to post from time to time. See ya guys next time.