Bandung was never empty during the weekend, especially that Saturday. Prior to my departure on Sunday afternoon, my husband and I planned to settle some things up. Our plan included getting a haircut (this was very important because haircut was much more expensive compared to one in Indonesia), copying some important documents, and eating Bakmi Akung for lunch. He drove me with his motorcycle to downtown. This was exactly one thing I was going to miss for several years: being a passenger on his old motorcycle.
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