I just searched 'coffee' in facebook pages search. There's only 30,341 fans (included me)...... Where are you, coffee lovers?

Already pulsed the title. Ha.

If you have read my blogring list, you know that I have listed in Star Trek World blogring. Yes, I am a Trekkist. I join Indonesia Star Trek Fans Community with nickname: halfklingon.
Can't wait for the next Star Trek movie or Star Trek spin off. Collecting Star Trek trading cards, comics, dvds, etc. And yes, mon capitan est Jean-Luc Picard. Because of him, I love drinking Earl Grey Tea.

FYI, even my blog's title is reflecting about coffee shop, but my kind of drink is tea. Black tea, green tea, red tea, white tea, Camomile tea, Oolong tea, tea with sugar, sugar free tea, tea with milk, ice tea, lemon tea, warm tea, hot tea. My favorite: ice tea. I take one or two cups of coffee every day, but I drink ice tea everytime. On the hottest July or in the middle of the night whilst thunderstorm, I always drink ice tea. With one exception: if there is no Earl Grey tea.

So, yesterday whilst sitting at the lobby of Hermes Hotel, I ordered Earl Grey tea. Real Earl Grey tea, not from a replicator.
Room temperature getting cooler by air conditioner. Antonio Song sang by a female singer, soft but clear from the soundsytem. I do not know her name is, but hers sounds better than original version by Michael Frank.

"Should check on amazon.com," I heard me thinking.

With my legs crossed like Picard always did. With my right hand holds the tea cup, I imagined that I am captain of a starship.

With bariton voice, I will give order: "Engage!"

Then, we boldly go to the place that no one ever gone before.

Pyongyang?
 

Two days in Medan and just returned last night.

Almost bored to death. But my high school mate, Dedi, took me to Jalan Pandu, Medan Kota for dinner. So, I ordered 'nasi goreng mata sapi' (fried rice with sunny egg) and 'sate padang' (beef sliced 'n barbeque with spicy sauce). Aaaargh! I was sooooo hungry and forget to take a picture of them! So, here the picture AFTER I have finished. Ha. Ha.

Placed in an alley and opened after the sun goes down to after midnight, foodsellers offer local cuisine like satay and nasi goreng. For drinks you can order fruit juices, coffee or tea, hot or cool. Many places like this in Indonesia. You will looooove the atmosphere, the street singers with acoustic guitar, and the spark of fire from stoves. Dedi (a guitar player, actually) borrowed a guitar from a street singer and played it for old time shake.

So, I return to my hotel, a three stars hotel named 'Semarak Hotel' at Jl. Sisingamaraja (I think standard room rate about Rp 300,000), and slept with full stomach. Maybe snored. This is my second stays.

Next morning, I took a plate of nasi goreng with mata sapi for my free breakfast. What a redundant!
But for my surprise, it's taste not likes other hotels nasi goreng, which are have a 'standard' recipe. So delicious and I was sure that I enjoyed it not because I was starving.

After waiting and waiting for someone from the office to-pick-me-but-noone-came, I took a 'becak' (motorbikecab), and went to the Medan branch office at jalan Adam Malik. My trip here to discuss a project that I should handle. But then I found the project has been canceled.

For killing time I took a foot massage (reflexy technic) from a massage parlor behind the office building. Whoa.... pain with pleasure! My feeling got better after this therapy. 

Sunddenly it's raining. It's makes me worry. Usually, if there is hard rain, the airport's runway will flooded by water, and the flight will be delay for until it's dry. I went to the airport on 6.00 pm.

Even outside of the airport covered with water, the runway was okay for landing or take off. So, after waiting for ninety minutes, I was leaving on a jetplane to my homeland.

If you understand Bahasa Indonesia, I have a unique experience whilst waiting at the departure waiting room.

And here is the photo album of my short journey.....