This is the last part of a long dream.
Today is the last day in Erfurt. Yesterday Yudha, Dewi, Christian, and I went to Wanbao buffet restaurant, and yep – we had a crazy lunch. It started off with Peking Goulaschsuppe with fried duck mixed in – the fried duck tasted really wonderful… It’s a packed day at Wanbao, and the crunchy fried duck flew off the tray almost as soon as it arrives. Plates of sushi, fried rice, crinkled fries, fried chicken strips, Szechwan stir fry and more fried duck later, my stomach was on the brink of overflowing 
Nevertheless, I still drill a cup of vanilla-strawberry-longans-jelly-and-fried banana balls glazed with honey and sesame seeds into my now resembling Buddha’s belly. After paying up, the waitress gave us fortune cookies. My strip of fortune cookies’ read : “Sie sind stark, wenn sie stark sind.” You are strong, if you are strong. I can’t decide whether or not it’s Zen wisdom or simply uninspired writer running out of good luck sentences to write. The meal was ended with a little fishy transaction of which the old man on the next table unabashedly stare at, exchanging Rupiah into Euro just to buy some chocolate and last minute gifts, including stamps and multivitamin (Sorry, Coro, I didn’t manage to buy the German shirt…).
With enough food to keep me full for at least a couple of days, afterwards we took a trip through Erfurt, for one last time – through Petersberg, the city fortress, and the old town. Throughout the trip I was full of my own thoughts, all that I have to say goodbye to. Man, I’m gonna miss the howling wind and cold weather. I cursed on them whenever I had to walk through howling wind on nights without gloves, but as I thought of the heavy monsoon rain and stinging heat of Bandung – I really feel I’m gonna miss them.
The night ended after the last supper (yeah, our stomachs are full, but Yudha’s pasta is simply too tempting to say no to) with the assorted pasta (gnocchi with cheese filling, mmm… lecker lecker, penne, macaroni) with basil and tomato sauce and Czechish and German sausage mixed in. We went home, said our goodbyes, walking through Erfurt’s streets. Anger was empty, even though it’s Saturday night. Several taxi waits for passengers returning drunk from nightclubs. Fortunately we came just in time for the Strassenbahn ride home – otherwise we would have to wait for half an hour or walk home – of which we usually do the latter.
I came home to write this blog, and finish up my last bit of packing. The long journey home begins in 6 hours.
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