Flashing back when I was leaving Medan to Jakarta as university student, it was the first time away from home and living alone as I preferred living in the boarding house instead of living in relatives’ houses eventhough I got so many offers at that time as daddy has 10 brothers and sisters, whew a big family,rite? ha ha..
To make it short, I then blended to the never sleeping city-hectic crowded traffic which then trained me to adapt to the high mobility especially during the employment in Nestle, Arkadia.
(as the effect, my walking speed became faster)
Why? Because I had to commute North Jakarta – South Jakarta (almost Depok Area) every day in which the buses commuting to that direction are quite rare. A really big difference as compared to the number of buses commuting toSudirman area.
So, I usually went out @6.15 AM, took *omprengan to Slipi and then transferred to the Air-Con bus that only pass every half an hour. It was just completely annoying when missing the bus and could hopelessly see it passed by in front of me. As the consequent, I should either take taxi (which means very costly) or ride an ojek
to choose the bus. ha ha..
The second effect of the high mobility affected my driving style as well(after 3months refreshing the driving skill), the atmosphere of driving and reaching fast filled my whole mind, I looked like playing “need for speed” videogame.
Anddd that was the time when I was sent to Surabaya/Semarang for business purpose, I felt the taxi driver drove so slow. Arrgghh.. Felt like taking over the role of the driver, ha ha..
The same thing happened when I came back to Medan. Why the rhythm of life become in such slow motion mode? I just had to adapt and switched the “fast mode on” to “slow mode on”
April,2007 sunny day in near Shinjuku station
Watching pretty feminime woman riding on bicycle fast while another side of the road there’re lots of people in the pavement walking fast-comparing to Indonesians’ walking style, and inside the station things became crazier : people ran like the judgement day came, rushing to the densha-train to catch up the time and also to make as fast as possible before the door’s closed.
See this youtube video on how packed the inside-train are, like sardines, yay!
And how the pushers should make a more-compact packed-sardines-to-be
Somehow, living in Tokyo, the mobility is also very high.
It’s such a common view that people running all the way in the station.
And within a year, I just figured out my style’s changed. Yep I run all the way : zigzag run to make every possible path to pass the ppl, even if i’m not in such a hurry.
Until I had experiences walking with my friends :
1) In Hongo campus, on the way back from Japanese course to the station with Korean guy, he complained that I walked too fast. And he noticed my decision-thinking: while it comes up to crossing the street but the traffic light is still red for pedestrians, I then choose the other alternative direction to save up time. And also like choosing the shortest path to reach the point with diagonal direction instead of walking straight.
2) Walking from Shibuya to Komaba, with Peru guy, usually it takes me about 15-17 minutes but reflecting on my prev experience and my observation on his walking style, I began to slow down my walking speed, but he still complained. ha ha.. When we arrived, he’s sweating so much, ha ha..
3) I planned to try commuting from Funenokagakukan station instead of the usual one, then I came out together with my Mongolian friend. She could walk quite fast, but then she ended like out-of-breath when arriving..
Arghh, am I really walking too fast? Never in my mind, that my walking speed is that fast, because I am used to walk alone.. Well, maybe it’s like the term that “Practice makes perfect”.
But how fast IS too fast will be subjective judgement. 🙂
*omprengan = minibus, the public transportation in Jakarta