Once on the plane, I settled into my window seat and watched as the runway slowly disappeared beneath the clouds. The view from above was calming fluffy clouds stretched endlessly, kissed by the golden rays of the sun. The hum of the engines became a soothing soundtrack for my thoughts. I spent the flight reading about Semarang’s famous spots like Menara Kudus. The more I learned, the more eager I became to explore.
Hours passed quietly as I day dreamed about tasting Est Dawet and Mie Ayam, strolling through colonial-era buildings, and immersing myself in the rich culture of the city. As we neared Java, I peered out the window and saw the vast coastline, lush greenery, and the cityscape gradually appearing. It was a stunning sight the kind that instantly makes you feel grateful for the opportunity to travel. When the plane finally landed, a wave of warm, tropical air greeted me. I felt an immediate sense of welcome, as if the city itself was smiling. Semarang was no longer just a name on a map; it was real, alive, and waiting to be discovered.



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