"Magelang - it felt like home!" a Magelang Travel Page by kilat

Finally, after so many years I got the oppurtunity to see where my father was born. And It felt like home in a very short time. I loved especially the people, they are so nice and calm.
It is a small city, but changed a lot in the almost 60 years after my father had to leave. We had luck: we found the street he had lived, the river where he used to play with his friends (I even took a bath in that river), the church he was baptized, the house of his mothers dentist.

The kali Progo, at the west of Magelang. Sometimes, when it has rained a lot, the stream will be wild, the river can overfload and get brown from the sand coming down from the mountain. Magelang is close to the Merapi and to the Borobudur. Although I haven't been there. I was busy talking with everybody on the streets, translating for my parents and organize everything. But it didn't matter at all. I came here for the history of my father, to see the country and to meet the Indonesian people.

Close to the "kali" (river) is this boy playing with his kite. It's a sunny day, it will starting raining late in the afternoon. Not always, sometimes it is already starting around 13.00 o'clock, and it won't stop before you go to bed. We had a few good days, and a few very bad days. This was one of the good days.

I missed Magelang and the people there from the moment I left. I loved the song coming from the mosque several times a day. The sound was as sweet as the people who live here. So I want to go back as soon as I can afford it.