After not less than 3 months growing, the paddy is ready to be harvested. So my father called 20 men paddy harvesters to help us to do that and with that many helpers did for not so wide paddy field, it need less than 1 hour to finish it maybe. And now, no need for me to sit in the paddy field edge to chase away the birds for 1 or 2 hours in the morning LOL. The paddy seeds would be dried under the sun till they are really dry and then they would be ground to get the white rice and ready to cook. Yeaay..
Maybe it will be the last time for us to plant paddy in that field because it was not our own land. The land owner trusted his field to my parents to be planted and didn’t allow anybody to do it. We had used the land for more or less 10 years. I remembered when I was in the primary school, the land was covered by a bush and my mom cleaned it up with her own hand. My mom is so strong and no less powerfull compared with construction worker LOL. She even made the big bench to sit by herself. My parents planted paddy interspersed with corn because it was not good for the land if it was planted with one kind plant (the kind of short time harvesting) continuously. The land owner ever told my parents that he wanted to use it to plant something too but after one period of plantation, he ‘gave back’ the land to my parents because he was not painstaking kept his field; no profit but loss instead. And now he wants to sell the land.. So yeah, thank you, Sir.. 
Yesterday, I joined my sister and her secretary friends in their one holiday trip because it was a ‘red date’. We call the holiday here in Indonesia with ‘red date’ because it was signed by red tint on calendar. And the holiday was for anniversary of Prophet Muhammad’s Maulid (Our Prophet’s birth). By renting car from one of the teachers in their school, we had our trip that day. As the first plan, we would just visit Animal Park in Siantar and maybe just went around in the city.
 To reach the zoo, it need more or less two hours whereas we chose to use the ‘back road’, it meant we didn’t use the usual road that usually be passed by other vehicles but we chose the road in a plantation. So we saw plantation of palm, rubber and cocoa in almost all the way. We went at 8 and arrived there at almost 11 maybe. My mom cooked chicken stew and beans and carrots sauteed with chicken giblets.
It was quite cheap for the zoo ticket, just Rp 10.000 for each and there were 9 people in our group. This animal park was owned by Rahmat Foundation. For your information, Rahmat Shah is the Chairman of The Red Cross of North Sumatra Province, Senator of Regional Representatives Council Republic of Indonesia, Honorary Consulate General of Republic of Turkey for Sumatra, Chairman of Indonesian Zoological Parks Association and other occupational LOL
Siantar or Pematangsiantar itself is an independent city in North Sumatra, Indonesia, surrounded by, but not part of, the Simalungun Regency. Pematangsiantar formerly had the status of a second level district and it is the second largest city in the province after the provincial capital Medan (Wikipedia). While Simalungun tribe is one of the original tribes of North Sumatra province, Indonesia, who settled in Simalungun District and surrounding areas. Some sources claimed that the ancestors of this tribe from the South Indian region. Throughout the history of this tribe is divided into several kingdoms. Original clan is Damanik Simalungun population, and newcomers are 3 clans, Saragih, Sinaga, and Ancient. Then the clan surname (family name) is a large clan in 4 SimalungunSo, you can see that there is 'Damanik' in my last name. It means I am from Simalungun tribe.
Because it was almost entered the lunch hour, my sister asked us to had it first before explore the zoo. The first reason, it would be enjoyable for us if we did it with full tummy and the second was we need not to take the heavy food box in our zoo exploring. So we had lunch first in the some benches in the park and then continue our looking around.
Please don't laugh at my shameless confession.. It was the first time for me to see black swans LOL.
Every time I visited zoo or saw a circus, there always a pity feeling for the animals. The animals in the cage seemed like show us a sign of ‘set me free, please’. We could see they were not happy. Who will? Wild animals’ instinct was hunting in the jungle, monkeys’ instinct was hanging and swinging from one tree to another one and live in group with their community but they should be shut in the small cages for their body size with only one or two to accompany them with the rationed foods. My sister’s friend said that even there was a tiger which seemed like crying. So sad!
 
Okay. Whatever it was, we just continued our exploring and took many photos. From what I saw, peacocks are the favourite for the birds species.
What a beautiful bird!
And we found something funny at first sight. There was an animal named Sincan. We laughed because the name was same with Nohara Shinosuke (Shincan), after we read more, apparently Sincan/Liger was for ‘singa macan’ or ‘lion tiger’. This is one example of genetic aberrations of lion mating tigers that should not be done by the animals breeder for violating ethics. But I don’t know from where this park got this liger.
I don’t know the liger was lazy or what. I had made some noise to attract its attention so it would face my camera but the result was nothing. It just gave me a ‘mweekk’ (mocking with tongue)
The park was so green. There were so many big trees there. Luckily it was not rain at that time because it had been hard rain almost the whole night before that day.

 I can't capture the whole part of the tree because it's so high..
One of my sister’s friend whose boyfriend is from Siantar suggested us to go to Tanjung Unta (Camel Cape). They said that we could see Lake Toba there. So after having our Dzuhur Shalaat in Mushollah Rahmat (Rahmat itself has the meaning of bless) in the park, we decided to go out from the park and continue our trip. 
I hope I could make a photo with the wild animals but they were close.
They said it need 1 hour to reach Tanjung Unta but it was not true. So we passed Sidamanik to reach there. We stopped by in tea garden which I never saw before. It was really fresh there. 
Took some photos, we continued our trip again. Soooo long trip. Till one of my sister’s friend said, “Whoaaa..  Lake Toba”. It was not true for what they said that we would see Lake Toba from Tanjung Unta because the fact was we were indeed in  Lake Toba. Lake Toba also known as Danau Toba in Indonesia is the largest volcanic lake ( crater lake ) in the world. At 100 km long and 30 km wide, measuring 505 m at its deepest point, it is situated in the middle of the northern part of the Indonesian island of Sumatra.
Surrounded by tall mountains, it cradles the large island of Samosir in its middle.
Those two pictures were taken two years ago when we visited my cousin in Samosir. It is the traditional house there.
We just didn’t reach Parapat (the major tourist destination) in Lake Toba . We were in other side of the lake. It was really too late if we should go to Parapat because we had no much time. It was really a waste to take long time in our drive just to stay only for some minutes, right? They said why the place named with Tanjung Unta was because one of the hills there, like the hump of a camel. We didn’t expect we would drive that far because it was really out of the plan. 
I searched what is ‘Huan In Kuang Lin’ in Google and the machine told that it is a greeting in Chinese. Okay.. What else if not ‘Welcome’ Hhehee..
Tanjung Unta  is the name given in 1954 by the first vice president of Indonesia, Mr. Mohammad Hatta. Its real name is Silumonggur.

Okay.. I’m not a nature adventure junkie. So this place is really not recommended for people like me. We must down sooooooo longggg stairs to reach something I never know what it was. I don’t know it was only because of my weakness or what but I was really tired. Moreover, the steps are too high for the size of the steps. They were really hard for my short legs LOL
And theennnnn
You want to know what we got after the really hard fight with the stairs, everybody? It was only edge of the Lake Toba surrounded by so many trashes. Almost cry! The location was full of gravels which hurt my feet while walking in the water. If you have rheumatic, maybe you can get therapy there. But we could still see the great landscape.
Okay.. experience is the most valuable teacher. So for the next time if there is someone who persuades me to Tanjung Unta, I need not to think twice to say NO!!! To climb back up we should climb stairs which was of course not shorter then what we did before. The stair was twisted so after I had passed a curve, I thought maybe the next was the last. But it was not!! I felt like someone who saw an oasis in a desert LOL. I really despair. Almost cry! I felt my breath was almost severed. And I was not the only one who felt that so don’t think I was overacting.
Maybe we just got the wrong place of Tanjung Unta. Because we never go there before, we asked a native woman about the place and she said we just need to drive straight ahead and we just chose the first announcement board of ‘Welcome to Tanjung Unta’ and we direct parking our car in the road side.
Satisfied with the fatigue which we got from the place, we turned back to 
Siantar to buy Ganda. It is a brand of bread. People said that you haven’t been in Siantar if you don’t buy this bread. Just common loaf bread with various combinations, sugar-apple jam, mocha, or cream with chocolate rice. But of course there is something which make it special. My sister said that the bread was so soft but for me nothing special for the bread softness. I often eat softer bread then Ganda. For me, the best part of Ganda is their sugar-apple jam. I ever tried so many kinds of sugar-apple jams but theirs is the best. BtwGanda means double in English. I don’t know what its relation with their bread.

Finish with Ganda bread, we searched Bakso for diner. Bakso (Meatball) is one of Indonesians’ favourite foods. If you visit Indonesia, it’s really easy to find it whether it is sold in luxury place or hawkers.Many American mass medias preached about bakso because Obama mentioned it in his speech while he visited Indonesia. He imitated the way how we call the man selling bakso in pushing cart, “Baksooo!!”.. The man selling bakso in pushing cart usually walk around people's house and make sound by hitting his fork to his bowl without saying anything. So if you hear the sound of typical fork and bowl, it must be the bakso seller is not far from where you are LOL.
We stopped in Bakso Pak H.Mangun. The place was really simple but quite wide. The building was built from woods but really comfortable to eat. The taste? So damn good!! I really love it. There were so many visitors eat there which proved the tasty meatball. The scallop satay was also tasty. I love them.
Have full tummy, we went home happily. But we had our Shalaat Maghrib first in Al-Mukhlisin Mosque in Siantar before we continued our way home. They dropped us first and then they went home.
A mosque usually has a spherical dome but this one use the typical architect of Simalungun. It would not change its major function.
The result from last holiday beside the knowledge if there will be no the second visit to Tanjung Unta was now, it’s really hard for me just to walk properly. My body is so stiff.
But, I may not lie if the trip was excited.
Snowy mosque!
No.. No.. It's only the dirty rear glass.
In this adventure hidden object game, we will play as Tsarevich Ivan, the youngest son of the Tsarevich.
One fine day Kashchey decided it was time to get married. He approached his magic mirror and decided it to show him the most beautiful woman in all the land.. 
The mirror showed him the Tsarina, the most beautiful woman in all of Russia. The villain burst like a black whirtwind and seized the Tsarina and took her to the other end of the world where he locked her inside a tower.
The eldest son went in search of his mother and vanished without a trace. No one has seen hide nor hair of him ever since. Shortly thereafter, the middle son went to bring his mother, the Tsarina, back. Sadly, the Tsar never heard back from him either.. Now it is time for the youngest son to show his valour and to bring his mother back home. With his father’s blessing, Ivan faced his long journey to find his dear mother.
Find out !!
How Ivan bravely free the horse which there never anyone who brave to do that in years.
Read Ivan’s diary if you forget what should do.
Fill the quest of Wood Goblin, the guardian of the entrance to the magic forest where he would pass to save his dear mother.
Help squirrel in order to get its information about where Baba Yaga’s hut is and the magic words to open it.
Fix Baba’s Yoga mortar so she would give you the map to Kashchey’s castle and help you to make a potion bottle which will come in handy.
Find the way to reach the upper castle! Your mother is lying in a glass coffin there. You couldn’t open the coffin or break it because it is under a special spell.
Find the recipe to make a potion from Kashchey’s room to free your mom. 
It’s not done yet. Find where Kashchey hides his death to break his immortality.
Help Kashchey’s skeleton prisoner to find his bones so he would help you with the guards in Kashchey’s castle.
Help the bear Mikhaylo Potapych, lord of the forest and Pike, the magic fish. They would give you the clues to break Kashchey’s immortality.

For your information 
 Kashchey the Deathless (Russian: Кащей бессмертный, Kashchey bessmertnïy), aka Kashchey the Immortal, is a one-act opera in three scenes (styled a "little autumnal fairy tale") by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov. The libretto was written by the composer, and is based on a Russian fairy tale about Koschei the Deathless, an evil, ugly old wizard, who menaced principally young women. A similar fairy tale was also used by Igor Stravinsky (Rimsky-Korsakov's pupil) and Vaslav Nijinsky to create their iconic ballet, The Firebird.
 Tsaritsa (BulgarianцарицаRussianцари́ца), formerly spelled czaritsa (and in English usually tsarina or czarina, with a feminine suffix), is the title of a female autocratic ruler (monarch) of Bulgaria or Russia, or the title of a tsar's wife.
"Tsaritsa" was the title of the female supreme ruler in the following states:
 Bulgaria: in 913–1018, in 1185–1422 and in 1908–1946
  Serbia: in 1346–1371
 Russia: officially from about 1547 until 1721, unofficially in 1721–1917 (officially "Empresses").
 Tsar (Tzar, Czar, or Csar; Bulgarian, Serbian, Ukrainian and Bosnian: цар; Russian: царь  [tsarʲ] is a title used to designate certain European Slavic monarchs or supreme rulers. As a system of government in the Tsardom of Russiaand Russian Empire, it is known as Tsarist autocracy, or Tsarism. The term is derived from the Latin word Caesar, which was intended to mean "Emperor" in the European medieval sense of the term - a ruler with the same rank as a Roman emperor, holding it by the approval of another emperor or a supreme ecclesiastical official (the Pope or the Ecumenical Patriarch) - but was usually considered by western Europeans to be equivalent to king, or to be somewhat in between a royal and imperial rank.

Occasionally, the word could be used to designate other, secular, supreme rulers. In Russia and Bulgaria the imperial connotations of the term were blurred with time, due to the medieval translations of the Bible, and, by the 19th century, it had come to be viewed as an equivalent of King.
"Tsar" was the official title of the supreme and great ruler in the following states:
 First Bulgarian Empire, in 913–1018
 Second Bulgarian Empire, in 1185–1422
 Serbian Empire, in 1346–1371
 Tsardom of Russia, in 1547–1721 (replaced in 1721 by imperator, but remained in common usage until 1917)
 Tsardom of Bulgaria, in 1908–1946
The first ruler to adopt the title tsar was Simeon I of Bulgaria. Simeon Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, the last Tsar of Bulgaria, is the last person to have borne the title Tsar as well as being the last surviving person to do so.
 Tsarevich (Russian: Царе́вич, IPA: [t͡sɐˈrʲevʲɪt͡ɕ]) is a Slavic title given to tsars' sons.

Source: Wikipedia

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