If you are asking me “How come you can become a travel writer?” maybe I can answer that with another story about my life, back in my childhood. Dad was a researcher, and he used to write many things before he sleeps. Things that is related to his work as civil servant, of course, not things that can make him rich. Mom was also a civil servant, but she does not like to write –frankly, her handwriting is uglier than Dad’s, literally and figuratively. Her hobby –yes maybe you can guess, is traveling, or not staying at home. Almost every weekend she asked Dad to go to Semarang, go to the mall, and I, as the minority shareholder in the house, had no option…