Big waves continued to rage and threw themselves, alternating left and right hitting the glass. When the water is drowning on the right, it feels like the water is drowning, as well as when it comes from the left side, as if it is about to devour the ship that I am currently riding. All the passengers also seemed to have collapsed. Even the mini waitress at the boat restaurant in front was nodding behind her mask. I’m still trying to make peace with my body, even though it’s no longer clear what it feels like. All mixed up. Taken to sleep, sit, brake, pray, apply oil, drink, snack, nothing works. I have made every effort to remain calm. But the ferocity of the waves of the South China Sea is really outrageous. Unable to stand it, I finally staggered to reach the toilet. Towards the sink that says “Place of Vomiting”. Put out all the contents of the stomach shaken because of the sea crossing for 7 hours.
Just before 4pm, I finally got off the boat and set foot for the first time in Indonesia’s frontier, Anambas Islands. It’s my trip this time crazy. Come to the middle of nowhere, women, alone and without even acquaintances. Many have frowned on my trip this time, and asked, “Where is Anambas?”
Yes, maybe his name is not very well known even for the people of one province, the Riau Islands. While transiting in Batam, when I met a person who had lived in Batam for years, I was flabbergasted when I said I would continue my trip to Anambas. “Oh I just found out (from you) it’s Anambas,” he told me. Despite the lack of information, I still left, because I was determined to get to know the pieces of heaven that fell on the islands directly bordering Malaysia and Singapore.