Posted in Thoughts, Travel

Few Traveling Rants

I

Waiting for subuh rant.

One of the concerns why raising a kid as a moslem in four seaons country is PERSONALLY hard is about the prayer time.

Subuh at 2.50, Isya is close to midnight, and it would be even earlier/later as summer comes, let alone a kid, it is a struggle too for an adult. Summer is not an only problem. Winter comes with different set of problem too. When all three prayer times would be done during school hours.

Once wrote in my note four years ago, among many objections to leave London during covid, this reason alone became the strongest pull to return and made me put aside all the other concerns.

Tempat-tempat seperti ini, secara pribadi, hanya cocok untuk dikunjungi dalam waktu beberapa hari.
Berat hidup di luar negeri, meskipun sudah (amat sangat) eneg sama pemerintah sendiri.

II

“Is it xxx part of the gang?”

has been the constant questions the little girl asked for the past few months.

When the answer is yes, no other questions asked. When it’s a no, the respond would be, “Oh great, that means we can still have it, right?”.

Traveling to a country whose governmenrt support the bastard of all evil gives certain guilty feeling inside. Fixing and straighten the niat why we go here is done repeatedly.

Trying to be mindful of what we consume and answer with, “I am sorry, Be, but, that’s part of the gang” as much as possible is the only thing this current level of iman could consistently do for the past few months.

III

The little girl soaked her pink knit slip-on sneakera while she was playing sling on the playground yesterday.

I took the picture of then-clean-nice-pink-shoes-now-fully-covered-with-mud and thought, when I posted in a social media the caption would be :

“A childhood full of adventures”.

In reality it went like this :

“Aduh Be, ini sepatu pink, knit jadi kotor gitu. Basah semua, yang bener aja dong. Bisa ilang ngga kaya gini. Makanya mami bilang tadi pake hiking boots aja. (Dalem hati, “untung murah”).

Never fully trust everything that you see on social media.

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Hallo aus Munchen

It’s been few days since we arrived in Munich.

So far, the experience with the people has been well, the type of people who might be not really friendly like we had in Porto, but, absolutely not as cold as one we had in Seoul. The German feels so efficient and effective. Talk when they need and seem couldn’t stand stupid question from tourists, haha.

We also have visited and stayed overnight in its countryside. Berchtesgaden and Konigsee are really beautiful. Not only popular with tourist but also with locals. It’s quite similar to Lake District in England.

We had a train trip with one transfer then proceed by bus to our hotel. Then, it took 20 minutes walk to reach Konigsee.

A boat trip with 28,50/person taken to go around Konigsee. On the other side, there is Berchtesgaden National Park where we had a short, easy, and pleasant hike.

We sat by the lake and enjoy some german bread. That was one of the highlights so far. As simple as enjoying a piece of poppyseed bread and staring at the quiet lake for a while. Doing nothing but listening to a perfect combination between nature’s white noises and human interaction. I told the doctor that this kind of thing is something I really love doing while traveling.

For some people, it may sound weird. Why with all the efforts, time, money, and energy to go here or anywhere, all you want to do is just sit and stare?

Not because I couldn’t do that when I am not traveling, but the new surrounding, especially when you’re being around nature in a strange place will hit you differently. When you’re at home, you have to deal with life responsibilities that you can’t escape. But, in a land far away from home, you can do something differently. You can charge yourself, think more about anything. It’s not about escaping life, but, to enjoy it better.

For me what makes going places exciting is it makes me accept better that life is full of struggles, but it’s okay. Traveling makes me realize, human basically deals with the same struggle. Went home from Berchtesgaden in rush office hours, that was exactly the regular view in my city. So, I am just be grateful that we can rest for a while.

We also visited Salzburg since it was only an hour away from Berchtesgaden. We didn’t stay overnight there just few hours of visiting Mozart’s house and his birthplace.

Salzburg turned out to be more interesting than I thought. I really love the vibe once I exited the train station. Warmer people, more English and moslem friendly, and tourist ready. There are many interesting spots that few hours visit couldn’t do. I am thinking to return there while we’re still in Munich.

So glad to finally got this first trip writing done, unless, it would just drift away from the memory without any proper storage.

Tchuss!

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The Accomplishments of The Year

We went to a place with winter weather without any heater for this holiday. 

Dieng was chosen thanks to countless reels that promote this place and it successfully brainwashed me to arrange a trip here.

Other reason is to to balance the city trips throughout this year and last one is to let both spoiled girls (me and my daughter) experience less comfortable situations and see different things out there.

In spite of lack of facilities here and there, maybe due to its geographical location, but, the hospitality we received from the locals we met here was pleasing.

Few that make a trip called acceptable : clean bathroom, good food is easily accessible, feel safe to go around, and proper internet connection.

I can tolerate washing dishes with freezing water, no refrigerator is available, less comfortable ride and bumpy road, cold piercing weather that makes us stay inside with three layers of clothes and socks to stay warm, last day in freezing weather without water, all the attractions that require us to pay no matter how ‘nothing to see’ they are, but, it’s okay. The tickets were totally affordable.

We only had two main itineraries during the stay. Sunrise in Sikunir and Mount Prau Hiking. 

We climbed Sikunir on the second day and left our cabin house as early as 4am. It was freezing cold and quite tough when you traveled with a 9 year old.

But, the view up there was totally worth it.

On the third day, we climbed Mount Prau. I didn’t expect anything at first. But, along the way, we reached the first stop, then continued to the second one, then the third one till we finally reached the summit.

Mount Prau is considered as one of the beginner choices and I think it fits someone who has never experienced mountain climbing before. We departed from Dieng basecamp which is considered as the easiest route.

For someone who lived most of the childhood to adolesence dealing with genetically severe asthma, I climbed leisurely and happily, back and forth. We spent six hours climbing up and back down. 

One thing about nature trip, if it’s done with the right group (actually, whatever trip is only good when you go with the right companions), it’s the most mindful trip one could have. We can’t rush, especially when we travel with a kid, we couldn’t be disappointed much, the focus is only to get to the next stop, and whatever view we get along the way, it’s nothing but beautiful.

I love the silence during the 8km of walk.
The view of blue sky, white clouds, and fog out there. The each step taken in the quiet forest.

Kind of trip that makes you really tired but happy and realize how tiny we are in this enormous world.

Doing daily exercise, no zero day, wherever I have been, regular morning walk, for the last four years, show its benefits during this climb.

This is such a personal huge milestone in this decade.

But, that wasn’t only about me. There is a 9yo who also reached the summit with her own two legs for the first time. We did several hiking too before when we visited Bajo and camping, but, she received a lot of help back then.

Several comments we heard a long the way : 

“Wow, she’s so cool”.
“How old is she?”
“She went up to the summit? Amazing!”

Two climbs in two days for a nine year old is not a small feat indeed. She whined a lot, which is normal. She complained so much, which is more normal. She said she was exhausted and being grumpy, which is nothing but normal.

The parents who brought her to such trip and ‘enjoyed’ six hours of intense motivational coaching and mood lifting? Maybe that was the only one which was not normal.

But, enjoying such thing and left her behind is not an option. We’re suffering together is the only way to go.

Raising her, we never choose easy, and hopefully will never be, as much as we could.

She might not be impressed a lot about today, but I believe, her mind and body will keep score.

Life won’t get any easier, not always about fancy hotel and pool or beautiful city, but, we have to push through. We always finish what we have started, no matter how hard it is. I hope this trip teach her that.

Easier said and written than done.

Overall, Dieng is beautiful, cold, and worth the long road trip by train, car, and jeep, long hikes to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the highest village in Central Java.

In Dieng, we stayed in a modest cabin house without any heater in 10-15 degree. No proper hotel chain available in Dieng. Some good policy from the local government. So all the accommodation, restaurants here are owned and run by locals. No fancy coffee shops is seen here. No English speaking people heard except some few snobs from Menteng Dalem.

The scenery here is one of the places in Java Island that suits our tourism tagline : Wonderful Indonesia.

After Komodo-Labuan Bajo trip four years ago, this trip is another quite impressive domestic travel on the list.

Posted in Life happens, Past learning, Places, Thoughts, Travel

20 Years Later and 357 Kilometers

It was quite loud last weekend.

On Saturday, I attended my high school reunion. Although I only stayed for a few hours, I was pretty happy I decided to come. Unlike some people who consider high school the best time of our lives, for me, it was just okay and full of pressure here and there. It is not about social anxiety but more about the academic one.

The best year was the last year of high school when I finally met a tribe with whom I could form lifelong friendships until now. One of these guys called us ‘a bunch of social misfits,’ I have been the organiser of almost every rendezvous we had for the past 20 years and the admin of our chat group. I am passionate about this misfit group, or am I just the most misfit among the misfits?😄

I have a small circle and a few close friends. I never feel comfortable being around a massive group of people. People always make me nervous. But, with these misfits, it has been 20 years of enjoyable ride. I write about them often and the latest one was here.

Back to the reunion, the most comment given that day to me was, “you don’t change at all!”, I have been thinking until I decided to write this here, is it meant to be an insult or a compliment?😂

It is almost impossible not to change at all in twenty years. Too many circumstances happen in one’s life within that long period. But of course, they didn’t know anything about what happened inside, so I guess to have some comments about how your outer appearance is unchanged after 20 years, I’ll take such a compliment gratefully.

On Sunday, we had a road trip to the doctor’s home town to visit his family.

Sixteen hours of road trip to the long lost hometown.

I came up with this idea on a Friday morning when my mother in law told the news of the passing of her sister-in-law in my late father-in-law’s hometown.

I knew she might want to visit the family there, but she obviously couldn’t go there alone, and since it was sudden, it was pretty hard for everyone to make time, including us.

But it was too disturbing to let this slide without doing anything. I calculated the rough estimation costs to go there before I proposed the idea, first to his son then his mother.

When I calculated the costs, it turned out more extensive than I expected for a day trip. But, when travelling, I always zoom out whenever the numbers speak.

Is it worth the hassle to make this happen?
Which one will you regret more later? Spending such an amount of money or losing the chance that might not come twice.
Who will benefit from this trip other than the main character?
Usually, when the answer include the little girl, that is one huge determining factor.

For this trip, all those questions answered with clear answers.

Taking my mother-in-law to give her condolence in person matters.
Taking the little girl for the first time to one of her roots matters, and it has been a while since the last time her father set foot there.

Me? I am never a fan of road trips, and so glad Mudik wasn’t part of my childhood. Trapped in the car for hours, the anxiety and insecurity watching the speedy driving throughout the trip (or the frustration of dealing with traffic), the countless drinks shown with all the tumblrs were out on duty yesterday, and many more.

It was a huge help when the road trip wasn’t loud and packed. It reduced a lot of tension.

Alhamdulillah, we got it ‘easy’ for this trip and all the good intentions were well delivered.

Visiting both her father hometown to Solo and Pekalongan checked.

The next ones should be visiting both her mother which obviously couldn’t be done with a road trip.

Senja in a rest areaw
Posted in Langit Senja, Thoughts, Travel

Trips to be Remembered

I had been dreaming of setting my feet in Paris for more than 20 years and finally checked the list in my 30s.

All the road to make it happen, all the price paid for just a single dream.

The little girl is not even ten and has been to this lovely city twice. Without really knowing and understanding what it took to get here (and many other places she has been to).

There were times when I asked myself, “What would she become of being raised in a situation where such a hard-earned thing like going abroad feels like a regular thing to do?”

Something that both of her parents ever had growing up.
Maybe once every ten years or more, but not as often as we have been (by my personal standard, this is way too often).

Raising a human being is a tricky business indeed. Less is more, I agree, especially for the material things. Children care and need more of our presence or attention than the literal money we earn.

But, the short period spent with them is another thing that should be considered. When one thinks 18 years are long, this is wrong. We even have less than that to teach and transmit everything we want to. There’s an expiration date for parents to have significant influence in their children’s life.

Traveling is about maximizing such a ‘short’ period together, giving the most important education outside the classrooms and Zoom meetings, to transmit as many values as possible I wish her to have and hold. This period is like preparing her for the upcoming trips she would have later, hoping she has enough resources before she finally takes off with her life journey insya Allah.

I don’t have the slightest regret of every single trip we took her to. No matter how difficult they were. No matter how much we spent for them. Money (always) returns, the time won’t.


(This sounds like I am trying to convince myself).

She might not really ‘care’ about all those trips as much as I do. She might appreciate less fascinating things than all the places we’ve been to (like more time playing toca boca than walking around the city alleys under the sun with me). She might not remember all these things as much as I did, but hopefully, there would be something beneficial later from all those journeys we had, which I don’t know what. Yet.

Perhaps, a bit of good-to great-memories that made her smile when life gets tough is more than enough.

Shadow wefie in Paris within seven years of difference.

Such an intense trip deserves more rants. Guess this is the last one.

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Thoughts, Travel

Behind The Scenes of Travelin’

Scene 1

This trip looks good and perfect in pictures but quite a mess in the structure.

So far, the most twisted one among the history of family trips.

From the messy itinerary,
a week journey with seven flights rally,
Long delay made us sprint in Abu Dhabi,
Denied check in when we’re fully ready,
Paid a hefty sum of money for the tiny mistake I didn’t see,
Ran back to the airplane after realizing I left a bag with passports, handphones, and money below the handrest in the seat forty,
Another sprint session in Abu Dhabi,
during queuing for boarding,
ran between terminal one and three,
to fetch another bag I left
when we checked out at two thirty.

Those were crazy, honestly.

But, I also felt being saved for countless time while dealing with those difficulties.
It felt surreal when the plane touched the ground back to this city yesterday afternoon at three thirty,
We were wasted yet,gratefully healthy.

This writing finished yesterday at ten forty,
all the luggages were already returned to its place safely,
while the washing machine was singing happily.
My clean laundry was ready.

Scene 2

We might have lots of miss and twists, but we got it easy when it comes to traveling with this little girl buddy. It might be hard to believe when I said we had zero tantrums since she was a baby.

They said traveling is one of the truest test of character.
If it is true, then, she must have passed with flying colors.
Much calmer than her mother,
while dealing with so many irregulars,
Where everything was so unfamiliar.

I have no control of what she would become of despite all the best efforts that had been done, but I hope, she would thrive and becomes an adult who deals with lots of uncertainties in life like she does with everything that traveling brings when she was a child.

The best traveling buddy parents could ask for

Scene 3

Marriage doesn’t have to be ideal,
The most important thing it should be functional.

I believe, so does in traveling.

You might need one with the same vision, but the other important thing, you also need a company with different functions.

For every little details I am quite good at (although it becomes debatable in this trip), I get a good one who covers for the big picture that I am quite lack of and I am beyond grateful to be blessed with such traveling partner.

If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together”. African Proverb

Last but not least,

Trip observations.
Posted in Favorite things, Places, Travel

Bonjour, Emily!

So, after four days in Porto, we started our journey back home, with another brief transit, in the one and only,

Paris.

Despite the scorching hot weather with lots of people, Paris never ceases to make me smile.

I loved everything I saw and smelled. The buildings, the boulangerie, the creperie, the small alleys, so little time yet so many things to see.

We stayed near the airport and went to the city by the metro. When we were there in 2016, we mostly traveled by bus because it was easier with strollers to carry around.

During the precious short visit, we only had few main itineraries :

– Visited the Institute Curie for the little girl.

– Bought a pan for the doctor.

– Stopped by chez Emily and Monoprix for me.

Since all of them are within walking distance and few metro ridings, we covered all of them within few hours spent in Paris (minus the sleeping).

Paris is always a good idea, just like Audrey Hepburn said, which I totally agree. But, spending some time during summer in Paris, bon, Paris en été, ce n’est pas pour moi. C’est chaud et trop bondé.

Glad it was only short yet still lovely.

Bonjour, Emily!
Ça va, Gabriel?
Posted in Favorite things, Life happens, Places, Thoughts, Travel

Adagio in Porto!

It’s been a very long ride until we finally safely arrived in this trip main destination.

I didn’t have any expectations about this city. No idea what it would be.

I rarely fall in love with the first sight. But, Porto got me right.

Less than one hour set my feet in this city, I fell in love in an instant. This city is beyond charming.

It had been 48 hours without having a proper meal, it served us with a set of Portugese home made meal from a tiny homey local restaurant across our apartment. It was pumpkin soup and red bean rice with cod fish. I really wanted to cry while sipping the soup. It was the best meal I had in this trip.

We stopped by for the light groceries nearby then returned to the apartment. When we arrived, our room was ready.

We bought Andante card for the bus and metro at Sao Bento station. Our first visit in the afternoon was Ribiera. Sitting by Duoro river and listening to street musician. The little girl seemed too tired after countless flight and airports transfer to do anything else, so she just slept on the bench by the river.

We stayed for 4 days, the first two we went together, while the other two, the doctor attended the course which became the main reason we visited Porto, so me and the little girl explored the city on our own.

Porto is fascinating. I love almost everything about it. It might be not as neatly ordered or filled with stunning beauty like some of other citites in Europe. It is more like beautiful mess with the right measure.

Couldn’t help taking too many pictures of murals and facades. We also stayed in the street of art where there are lots of small galleries.

We basically ticked all the a must see places. Sunset in Jardim de Morro, Mercado de Bolhao, Santa Catarina, Livraria Lello, Cedofeita, Jardin de Palacio, Natural History museum in Universiti of Porto. But, the best one about the city is its charming alleys.

For someone who loves walking, being lost in Porto alleys were the highlights of my staying in this city. Just going in and out aimlessly made me happy.

I love how it felt safe to walk there. I reclaimed my solo traveling in between time spent together and it was so refreshing. There were those times when this trip worth all the hassles been through to get here.

Their bus card called Andante . In music, Andante means a tempo in walking pace. It’s funny how it fits the description of their city. Four days spent in Porto, I feel like life was running in adagio., which means a slow tempo.

Beauty. Safety. Walkability. Porto has set the bar too high for introduction to south Europe. It’s underrated yet highly recommended city to visit.

The city’s postcard view
One of the most beautiful bookstores in the world. Paid entrance for €5, which could be used for buying a book here.
One of the most beautiful Mcd in the world, said the article
Sunset from Jardim de Morro
Sardine is a serious bussiness here
Alma in front of Capela de Almas
Mercado Bolhao

Muita Obrigado, Porto!

Posted in Thoughts, Travel

Till Next Time, Amsterdam.

Amsterdam was involuntarily included in the itinerary because of what happened here.

A few months back, some of my weeks were spent by constantly fixing the itinerary. Amsterdam made it more complicated. Based on my research, it wasn’t compulsory, BUT, if you’re being asked in the first border you entry and you couldn’t prove you would travel to the visa issued country, then, you might lose bigger and more than what you can pay by playing safe.

I didn’t only read a bulk of articles. I asked around almost ten travelers on social media, about this case. I also asked travel agents who do the visas. It was 70-30. Seven said it might be fine but just be prepared, the rests said it was too risky.

Up until a week before, I hadn’t bought the ticket for the new itinerary, because of the price was too high for one way trip. I was still thinking, we could just try our luck by leaving Amsterdam behind. There were actually lots of alternatives, much cheaper ones, BUT, with another transit and less reliable airlines. A two hours flight becomes five? I didn’t think we could handle another transit. Flying with unreliable airlines after constant airport moving in 48 hours? I didn’t think that was wise. Train wasn’t doable this time. Bus was available, but 8 hours in a bus? I wasn’t available for that.

I finally clicked the payment button and forgot the rest.

It’s hard to a judge a city where you only spent 6 hours went around and few hours of sleeping.

But, from what I saw, I wasn’t impressed like the first time I set my feet in Paris.

A brief stop was fine. Maybe next time, Amsterdam

Hoping to stay longer and learn how the happiest kids in the world do, according to the research.
Compulsory Amsterdam selfie
The city where the cyclists rule
The city canals
The journey, not the arrivals, matters, said TS Elliot.

What happened in the first EU Border we landed? Safely passed without a single question. No passport checking anymore after that, not even bother to check whether we had the visa or not from the colors of our passports. In my case, no one cares whether we stop by in Amsterdam or not. Even in our main destination, no more passport control. What I understood before, it wasn’t a problem if you travel through the land, but, by plane might be different. It turned out if you travel around Schengen countries, you won’t through any immigration anymore after the first one. Only the security check.

Did I regret the decision? Not really, another review post would do.

If anyone ask me whether they should take the risk by not traveling to the visa issuing country, my answer would be :

Handle your own risk. Basically, it’s not wrong since your visa is valid to enter all those countries . But, if we truly can, let’s show some courtesy to the one who gives the entry.

Posted in Travel, Visa

(Drama) Mengurus Visa Schengen dari VFS Belanda Jakarta

Terakhir kali mengurus visa Schengen kurang lebih 7 tahun lalu itu di TLS Contact via Prancis..

Sebenarnya di tahun 2020, sempat urus visa Schengen juga di London buat ke Paris. Sudah submit dokumen dan paspor, tapi akhirnya semua dibatalkan karena pandemi. Setelah 2020, traveling ke Eropa terasa jauh. Tapi karena vakum traveling jauh, alhamdulillah rejekinya bisa dipakai untuk dua hal penting yang sudah diniatkan sejak lama.

Awal tahun ini, tiba-tiba ada kesempatan untuk urus Schengen sekali lagi. Kali ini urus via Belanda, karena ngga sengaja.

Cari tanggal appointment Schengen sekarang susahnya luar biasa.

Tujuan utama trip kali ini adalah nemenin Pak Dokter yang ada short course di Porto. Jadi, harusnya lewat VFS Portugal. Setelah pencarian yang ekstensif, satu-satunya maskapai yang langsung ke Portugal (transit di ibukota negara maskapainya dulu tentunya) itu hanya maskapai negara Turki.

Berdasarkan pengalaman 7 tahun lalu, naik maskapai tersebut kurang pas. Selain karena durasi flightnya yang panjang, sekarang pun masih dan makin ngga pas liat harganya yang kok mahal banget buat ke Porto. Sebenarnya maskapai lain juga ada tapi harus dua kali transit yang total lama perjalanannya bisa dua hari dengan waktu transit yang panjang.

Setelah berhari-hari atau mungkin sampai sekitar dua tiga minggu dengan pencarian dan perhitungan yang intens, akhirnya diputuskan rutenya akan menjadi Jakarta-Paris naik maskapai timur tengah yang transit di Abu Dhabi. Keluar dulu, transit di CDG 8 jam, lalu dengan maskapai Eropa langsung dilanjutkan Paris-Porto di hari yang sama. Ini adalah pilihan yang paling ideal dengan harga dan waktu yang masuk akal.

Ternyata, saat ini, sangat direkomendasikan buat cari dulu tanggal appointmentnya yang sesuai rencana keberangkatan, baru fokus cari tiket dan lain lain. Di sinilah awal semua drama.

Ketika cari tanggal appointment, berkali-kali buka website tulisannya selalu tidak tersedia. Tipsnya ngga ada selain coba cek secara berkala. Kadang tiba-tiba ada satu dua tanggal yang kosong. Rencana awalnya hanya booking buat Pak Dokter. Tapi, setelah beberapa lama, kayanya agak basi kalo ke Eropa sendiri (☺️).

Ketika tanggal appointment Pak dokter sudah aman, mulai cari lagi tanggal buat saya dan anak saya. Berhari-hari ngga dapet, sampai akhirnya ada kosong satu hari sebelum jadwalnya Pak dokter. Langsung booking biarpun yang tersedia hanya premium service yang di luar jam kerja.

Setelahnya agak lega karena tanggal udah aman. Saat itu masih awal Maret sedangkan tanggal perjanjian masih belasan April akhir. Saya pastikan di dashboard akun VFS udah tercantum nomer referensi untuk perjanjian di dua tanggal tersebut. Saya cek email dan berpikir tumben ini ngga masuk ke email. Tapi ya sudah, selama di dashoard ada formnya dan jelas sampai bukti bayar harusnya ngga masalah.

Jeda waktu dipakai buat isi-isi form Schengen. Formnya ngga terasa seribet pertama kali urus.

Kayanya pernah nulis setiap perjalanan yang dilalui itu pasti ada twistnya. Saya inget banget satu malam abis maghrib nyelutuk ke Pak Dokter :

“Tumben nih kayanya ngurus Schengen aman”.

Tanpa berlama-lama, besok paginya langsung semesta bekerja buat kasih pelajaran untuk kesombongan yang terucap di mulut.

Besok pagi, saya iseng cek ke akun VFS yang dipakai buat daftar perjanjian. Udah lama banget ngga cek. Waktu buka dashboard, jantung langsung berdebar karena di dashboard cuma ada satu appointment, punya Pak Dokter. Sedangkan punya saya ngga ada. Panik banget. Langsung refresh berkali-kali tetap ngga ada.

Salah satu hal yang saya syukuri adalah saat pertama kali keluar surat jadwalnya di dashboard, saat itu juga saya langsung download dan simpen di laptop. Karena tanpa ada itu, saya tidak bisa membuktikan sama sekali kalo saya sudah daftar, dapat tanggal dan bayar. Hari itu juga langsung saya datang ke VFS. Alhamdulillah lagi, VFS ini deket banget sama tempat tinggal hanya 10 menit naik angkot.

Pagi itu jadi pagi yang super gelisah. Saya antri buat minta info di VFS Portugal. Saya masih duduk nunggu sampai saya liat satu aplikasi yang nomer referensinya berawalan POR. Sedangkan punya kami berawalan NLD. Serangan panik yang kedua.

Makin panik ketika ada satu orang bapak-bapak mau ke VFS Jerman yang mana surat referensinya berawalan GER. Di sini saya makin yakin kalo ada yang salah.

Saya langsung tanya ke petugasnya tentang kode ini dan ternyata benar kalo lewat Portugal referensinya diawali dengan POR. Lemes banget.

Saya coba telp ke helpline embassy Portugal tanya kenapa websitenya buat bikin perjanjian diarahinnya ke Belanda, padahal saya inget betul saya milih Portugal.

Ternyata, saya salah alamat web. Harusnya saya masuk ke http://www.vfsglobal.com. Dari sana baru pilih mengajukan dari mana dan mau ke mana. Baru akan diarahkan ke VFS masing-masing.

Makin lemes lagi.

Tapi, ngga ada waktu buat lemes lama-lama. Langsung susun rencana ulang. Saya buka VFS Portugal setiap hari berkali-kali. Ngga ada satupun tanggal yang kosong. Pernah akhirnya ada slot kosong di bulan Juli yang mana ngga ada gunanya juga karena short coursenya di bulan Juni.

Kenapa ngga lewat TLS Contact Paris? Itu lebih parah antrinya.

Saya langsung email VFS Belanda buat memastikan surat referensi saya ini valid. Selama kurang lebih 10 hari, saya seperti teman pena dengan VFS. Balas-balasan email non stop. Tapi saya ngga peduli.

Sebenarnya ada satu plot twist kecil lagi sebelum ini. Di surat tanggal perjanjian, saya baru sadar kalo nomer paspor anak saya kelebihan. Waktu itu saya sudah langsung email bahwa ini harusnya ngga jadi masalah. Alhamdulillah ngga masalah meskipun mereka sudah ingatkan buat lebih hati-hati di pengisian formulir aplikasi visa karena akan sangat fatal akibatnya.

Balik ke pengurusan visa.

Pilihan saya waktu jadi hanya dua : berharap ada keajaiban tanggal kosong di Portugal atau ubah route perjalanan yang mana akan nambah biaya lagi.

Agak down juga waktu itu karena dapet tiket PP JKT-Paris harga promo yang oke banget. Liat gini jadi deg-degan kalo ternyata harus lewat Belanda.

(Visa Schengen bisa diurus dari negara terlama yang dikunjungi atau negara pertama kali masuk. Banyak yang bilang ngga masalah urus dari mana aja. Ngga ke negara tersebut juga bisa. Tapiii, itu sangat beresiko. Kalo di imigrasi ditanya kenapa ajukan visa dari negara tersebut tapi tidak ada bukti kalo akan ke sana, urusannya bisa panjang dan kami milih ngga ambil resiko itu).

Makin mendekati tanggal perjanjian, hampir dipastikan sudah ngga mungkin bisa urus dari Portugal. Jadi, saya makin fokus siapin untuk Plan B. Ubah itinerary jadi lewat Belanda.

Beda sekali perasaan urus visa kali ini. Sudah ngga kehitung berapa kali coba otak-atik real itinerary. Bikin simulasi pilihan itinerary di excel beserta biayanya. Perubahan ini cukup makan biaya (banget). Tapi, selama ada rezekinya, yang mana semoga selalu dilapangkan (amin!), sudah dapat tanggal perjanjian yang ideal sesuai waktu keberangkatan jadi satu hal yang uang juga ngga bisa bayar.

Ada satu lagi plot twist yang tiba-tiba muncul : Pemerintah mengumumkan cuti bersama Idul Fitri maju ke tanggal 18 April. Sedangkan tanggal perjanjian kami sehari dan dua hari setelahnya.

Pengen nangis banget waktu tau itu Jumat malam, jadi harus nunggu sampai Senin untuk nelpon ke VFS tentang hal ini.

Meskipun minggu itu bukan long weekend, itu terasa jadi long weekend terpanjang buat saya.

Di periode ini, doa saya makin panjang. Apalagi pas banget bulan Ramadan. Perasaan tiap hari ngga karuan. Sering berpikir, mungkin ini peringatan buat ngga jalan.

Tapi, seperti biasa, dalam periode ini juga saya jadi banyakk sekali belajar tentang hal baru. Terutama dalam mengurus visa Schengen.

Di hari Senin, jam 7.59 saya sudah standby buat telpon. Alhamdulillah lega sekali waktu mereka bilang mereka hanya tutup di tanggal merah sesuai kalendar. Jadi, tanggal perjanjian saya dan Pak Dokter aman.

Saya juga sudah mempersiapkan skenario di otak bahwa di tanggal perjanjian saya, Pak Dokter akan ikut dan di counternya saya akan tanya apa memungkinkan untuk submit sekalian. Mengingat kita satu keluarga dan Pak Dokter adalah sponsor utama trip ini, jadi penting banget buat aplikasi saya dan anak saya mengikuti aplikasi sponsor utama.

Menjelang tanggal perjanjian, setiap hari saya cek semua dokumen. Sudah ngga terhitung berapa kali saya cek formulir aplikasi setiap hari. Di formulirnya, saya putuskan buat tulis hanya ke Belanda saja. Karena jika ditulis akan mengunjungi negara Schengen lain, kita juga harus melampirkan bukti perjalanan dan penginapannya yang mana akan makin ribet lagi.

Itinerary tersebut sebenarnya agak ngga meyakinkan ya. Agak aneh menghabiskan 9 hari hanya di satu negara ketika visanya bisa banget dipakai buat ke negara lain. Jadi, di itinerary yang dilampirkan, saya tulis juga beberapa day trip ke kota lain atau kota negara lain yang terdekat dari Amsterdam seperti Brugge di Belgia. Tapi yang jelas, tanpa menginap. Jadi, ngga perlu ada lampiran bukti penginapan.

Ini juga pertama kalinya saya apply visa dengan tiket dummy. Tiket dummy saya beli lewat http://www.dummyticket.com. Prosesnya cepat dan gampang. Kita bisa rekues juga kita mau sampai di kota tujuan itu tanggal berapa. Karena tanggal mulai visa berlaku itu bisa banget baru di hari kita sampai, sedangkan beberapa penerbangan itu sampai di hari yang sama dengan hari keberangkatan. Jadi, ngga pas. Oleh karena itu harus pastikan dengan benar kapan kita akan sampai dan keluar di dan dari area Schengen.

Pada dasarnya, semua dokumen yang kami punya cukup meyakinkan, bukti finansial cukup kuat, histori perjalanan banyak, secara matematika manusia, harusnya visanya bisa dikabulkan tanpa kendala.

Tapi, semua yang dilewati di atas buat saya makin percaya, apa sih yang iya kalo Allah bilang ngga? Pun sebaliknya.

Meskipun dua minggu tersebut perasaan saya ngga karuan dan gelisah setengah mati, saya lebih dari bersyukur karena dikasih peringatan dini. Kayanya ngga kebayang kalo saya dengan percaya dirinya datang ke VFS Portugal di tanggal perjanjian, dengan bawa dokumen tiket yang pertama kali dibeli, lalu tau bahwa itu ngga bisa dipakai karena itu perjanjian dengan VFS Belanda. Alhamdulillah itu cuma ada di bayangan. Jadi, kalo cuma disuruh belajar lagi, ayo deh. Belajar emang ngga ada yang enak.

Di tanggal perjanjian, saya udah pasrah aja. Semua yang bisa dilakukan sudah dilakukan.

Berhuhung servis yang dipilih adalah servis premium karena di luar jam kerja, pada saat kami tiba di VFS, antriannya hanya sedikit sekali. Duduk sebentar ngga berapa lama langsung dipanggil.

Setelah petugasnya cek dokumen saya, saya mulai beranikan untuk nanya apa memungkinkan kalau aplikasi Pak Dokter juga dimasukan sekarang. Petugasnya minta izin untuk ke dalam buat nanya ke atasannya. Dia kembali dengan jawaban yang diharapkan dengan catatan karena waktu perjanjian suami saya itu di jam kerja normal yang mana harganya lebih murah, kami harus bayar selisih harga untuk servis premium servis.

Sekali lagi, punya keleluasan untuk memilih jadi sebuah privilege yang harus disyukuri.

Secara garis besar, semua dokumen aman. Sempat diminta untuk buat surat pernyataan dengan tulis tangan karena di surat keterangan kerja Pak Dokter tidak tercantum nama saya dan anak. Surat ini dibuat dengan mencantumkan bahwa tujuan kami hanya untuk berlibur dan ngga akan mencari pekerjaan. Waktu itu googling on the spot juga.

Dokumen-dokumen visa lama juga semua dikembalikan, karena ngga berhubungan dengan Schengen. Jadi, yang diambil saat itu hanya fotokopi aplikasi visa Schengen dari Prancis.

Biaya visa Schengen yang kami bayarkan waktu itu sebesar Rp 1.300.000 untuk dewasa dan Rp 650.000 untuk anak-anak. Waktu ke Paris, anak saya masih gratis. Kalo ngga salah visa Schengen buat anak di bawah 6 tahun itu gratis.

Setelah pembayaran di counter kami nunggu lagi untuk biometric. Itupun ngga lama langsung dipanggil. Anak di bawah 12 tahun ngga perlu biometric.

Setelah itu, semua selesai.

Rasanya waktu itu kaya ada beban berat yang terangkat.

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Menjelang pertengahan Mei, mulai agak was-was lagi karena sama sekali belum ada kabar paspor bisa diambil. Sampai akhirnya saya lupa tanggap berapa, nomer aplikasi Pak Dokter sudah tertulis pasport is ready for collection sedangankan dua yang lainnya belom.

Mulai deh tensi naik lagi. Kerjaannya tiap hari beberapa kali sehari ngecek ngga berenti. Waktu itu Pak Dokter lagi ada konfrensi di Medan selama hampir seminggu. Tadinya kepikiran untuk nyusul, yang mana alhamdulillahnya ngga.

Waktu itu saya baru sampai rumah setelah jemput pulang sekolah, duduk di sofa, iseng cek lagi. Liat semua aplikasi tertulis pasport is ready for collection langsung berdiri tegak dan bilang ke anak saya kalo saya akan keluar lagi sebentar untuk ambil. Saat itu masih jam 2 dan masih ada 2 jam untuk pengambilan.

Untuk kesekian kalinya, saya bersyukur lagi karena tinggal di tempat yang sangat strategis. Dekat kemana-mana, angkutan umum tersedia dengan mudahnya, yang mana ke VFS ada satu angkot gratis ke sana. 15 menit kemudian sudah sampai.

Karena masih jam kerja, VFS cukup ramai dan saya nunggu cukup lama sampai akhirnya nomer antrian saya dipanggil. Pasport diserahkan, tanda tangan, dan saya langsung kembali ke kursi tunggu buat buka pasport.

Alhamdulillah semua paspor terdapat stiker visa yang diperlukan, meskipun durasinya kok ya sebentar banget (untuk effort dan biaya yang dikeluarkan). Yah, nasib jadi negara ketiga.

Begitulah pengalaman mengurus visa Schengen kali ini. Kalo tips teknik mengisi form sudah banyak di luar sana. Tip saya cuma satu :

Cari tanggal perjanjian dulu jauh-jauh hari baru urus yang lain. Cuma itu yang penting.

Semoga bermanfaat (dan menghibur).