tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326558492011-11-03T01:28:17.760+07:00Abah Skywalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890243102432469045noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32655849.post-1155539059411053522006-08-14T13:46:00.000+07:002006-08-14T14:04:19.436+07:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>THE SOUND </strong></span>of screaming vehicle stuned people from their long dream. 4.40 am here in Bandung. This city lively start its day. The rhytme of <em>adzan</em> begin to insert moslem ears from far far away, call them to mosque. Here in Bandung, almost every corners of the street has its own mosque. So you can imagine how the sound of adzan is more louder than theres of the morning market.<br />So many motor bike run around every corner along with cars, <em>becaks</em>, and other form of transportation. The citizen of Parist van Java is familiar with those variative noises. Rather than angry, they presume it like a morning call to start the day. Here in Bandung, no day start without smile. The city which famous for it courtesy and beautifull lady. Night in Bandung is over and replace by great deal of days activity. <em>Selamat pagi dunia</em>!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32655849-115553905941105352?l=nightsinbandung.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abah Skywalkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14890243102432469045noreply@blogger.com0