People of Gent, Check out where am I?

Id like to say: welcome home Paul! After 6 months let my hair growing wild, yesterday noon I have it cut. Although not that short as I normally have in Indonesia, its feels more practical. I don’t have to comb my hair before leaving anywhere. Ringkes! Ok, at least I take some pictures of my hair style on last Wednesday nite, as remembrance, and that was on the street A12 while waiting for a bus. Hehehe don’t care if people in the shelter thinking me as narcissiguy.

Wake up in a free lite head, I visit Gent this noon. Its the third biggest city here. Seems like all city in Flanders have the same style: grotemarkt, stadhuis, kanaal, de kerk, statues and belfry tower for some. Right, at least I was here while staying in Flanders. What I notice here, Turks people are many, and yepps they are welcomed.

However, I like to walk around by myself sometimes. For the sake of following my foot, and not others brain. It is. And I have it here. My ego? Probably. I have to confess that sometimes I need a break for not always feed ego of those people-surround-me. Just a human being I am, after all.