Spiritual Journey in Jakarta, Visit the Catholic Church, Merdeka Square and Durian Street

During the end of the year holiday, I Traveled to Jakarta, Indonesia. I think this is a spiritual healing Trip for me after a busy year, a reward for myself. Recently, I like to listen to berries. Maybe it makes my body feel warm. I want to be exiled. I also hate always seeing Scorpio and Gemini. After regaining my sanity, I found that I am still the INFJ, absolutely indifferent and relatively gentle.

Everyone says that Jakarta is not fun, but I traveled spiritually in Jakarta. I didn't miss the downtown area that I should go to, such as the Catholic Church, Independence Square, and Durian Street. It was still as casual and carefree as before. Two people took a mobile phone and went out abroad. I took a grab when I went out, but I didn't have cash or a credit card. I didn't have money to pay the fare after getting off the car. I didn't panic at all. I found a Chinese who was also Traveling and borrowed some cash, and transferred the money via WeChat.

Outside Independence Square, a group of women wearing headscarves and holding children endured the heat in a relatively dirty environment. We were like people from another world, wearing revealing clothes and different skin colors. Wherever we went, we were stared at. There were also parents who brought their children to take pictures with us. We really became foreigners. We said: You can't see the world, but the world will come to see you.

We went to Durian Street, but still didn't have cash to buy durian. We met a group of bosses who came from Taiwan to inspect and said they would give us some cash. We insisted on borrowing 50 yuan. In a foreign country, it was really satisfying to get my WeChat by just lending me 50 yuan. We ate 3 small durians, and I was very satisfied. We just wandered around the streets of Indonesia without any scruples at 11 o'clock in the evening. The hot wind was mixed with strange eyes, but I didn't care. I know we were dressed too revealingly. In a country with turbans and black robes, strangers greeted and whistled along the way. How could this dark street never end? My sister and I gradually became afraid. We walked hand in hand and hurried to leave here. Our shoes were broken. Hahahaha. I was so afraid that someone would rush out of the darkness and stab me. My sister said: We also have a friendship of life and death.

Finally, I found the century-old coffee shop with my phone with 2 batteries. Peace has finally returned from the war. I can take pictures with peace of mind~ (I actually thought of someone when I was scared, which is too wrong) The scene just now seemed like another world, and the sense of separation was too strong. How do the poor people in this country deal with themselves? I can't imagine. Sometimes I really want to ask why, but it is meaningless. The result has already told you the reason, so I shut up.