Inspire me at National Entrepreneurship Forum

The Intriguing Email

It all started on Thursday, 15th April 2010. I was sitting in front of my computer, working while occasionally distracted by the temptation of Google browsing and chatting. As a staff hired by UNESCO under a project, I work temporarily and my contract ends in two weeks.

While checking my hotmail account, I noticed an email with the subject: National Entrepreneurship Forum (NEF) 2010. Hmm..what kind of forum is this. Curiously, I opened it and found out it was an email informing a seminar and workshop about entrepreneurship at the University of Indonesia, held on Friday the next day and Saturday the day after.

Having planned to set up a business once I finish with the UN project, I felt the 2-day entrepreneur programme took place just at the right time. Plus, content wise, I thought it was relevant and interesting.

At first, I wasn’t be able to attend. The seminar organized on the first day would be on Friday working day and I couldn’t take a day-off. Plus, on the second day, Saturday, I had planned to survey potential business sites with Vina and as long as there was no urgent matter, I intended to stick with our plan. Oh, well…le’ts just hope similar forum will be happening in the near future, I told myself.

Then all of a sudden, the next day I got a message through my Blackberry messenger from Vina. She asked me to postpone Saturday’s plan since she and her fiancée needed to discuss their wedding details to her family. Hhhuff…tell me something not irritating about wedding preparation. Both my brothers’ wedding preparations were nerve-wracking! I totally understood her situation. “It’s ok,” I replied her message, “we can reschedule.”

Without doubt, I set myself to go to the entrepreneur forum. Saturday’s agenda was the workshop.

An Eventful Day

I went to the workshop with Trisna and her sister, Fithri. We got to the Faculty of Economics where the venue was located at 09.40 and although I was told the workshop would start at 08.30, thankfully, it hadn’t started when we entered the auditorium.

Trisna walked towards the empty seats at the front row. Fithri followed without hesitation. They chose the very front seats at the centre part.

“Are we sitting here?” I asked uncertainly, still standing, pointing at the chairs at the front row.
“Yes,” said Fithri, who was taking a seat, “so that we can get the most value out of our money,” she added.

Hmm, good point. Why not make each cent of Rp. 60,000,- ticket price I paid worthwhile, especially when I already missed the seminar on the first day. By sitting at the front, chances are, you will tend to absorb more information or ‘forced’ to pay more attention.

The auditorium was already 60% filled and judging from the appearance, I bet most of the participants were university students…which..kind of made me feel ‘senior’ - if ‘old’ is not the proper word to describe it.

Among the speakers that day were photographer Jerry Aurum, Bambang Ifnuruddin Hidayat of Property Plus and Hendy Setiono, owner of Kebab Turki Baba Rafi. In general, their presentations talked about the nature of each business; photography and graphic design, property as being the developer and food retail. What was more interesting, they shared their good and bad experience which naturally revealed their profiles, backgrounds and stories in the early days of their business.

Jerry Aurum who opened up the presentation emphasized on getting start with your business, making trial and error and learning from the mistakes. The essence of his saying is that, we gain experience by doing things wrong. We commonly do things wrong when we start making something. So, start making it happen and begin taking lessons from your failure.

For those who are in constant doubts, his message was clear: You don’t need to wait until you’re ready. It’s ok to make mistakes. The most important thing is to start first.

For those who think about running a business while working as employee, his statement was even more obvious: Impossible. As an alternative, he advised to set a deadline. For instance, quit your job, set a one-year-period to try a business. If it doesn’t seem to go anywhere at all then go back looking for employment.

For those who face negative comments from their surrounding, he referred it as a challenge that will grow as you proceed. He gave an example. One time he got complaints from his client, a big national company. All of a sudden, the discouraging response from his mother on his choice of career years back, seemed to be nothing.

He also pointed out creativity as being different. It doesn’t take an artist to be creative. Even a person with the slightest sense of art can differentiate him/herself from others (with his/her own unusual way).

Another story Jerry shared with us is when he employed 20 staffs, but felt everything had become too stressful. As a result, he decided to focus more on doing photography, making it the cash cow for his business and on the contrary, downsize the graphic design service. At the end, there was a total cut down from 20 staffs to only 5. But, he didn’t just sack these people. Instead, he supported them to be independent as part of his social responsibility. This support must have included knowledge-sharing, which I’m sure Bambang of Property Plus couldn’t be more agree.

Bambang Ifnuruddin Hidayat obtained his Bachelor degree in textile studies and pursued a career working for a textile company. After leaving his job 12 years ago with latest salary of Rp. 25,000,000,-/ month, he embarked on a journey as property developer. His solid experience in growing the business cannot be separated by what he called ‘local wisdom’ or ‘kearifan lokal’.

The following are some essential tips from him:
- Networking and keeping in touch (silaturahmi)
- Sharing
- Make mistakes and learn from it (just as Jerry had said)
- Patience
- Look for land with favourable terms of payment – the more you can extend your payment period, the better it is
- Excellent at negotiating

I think of all the above-mentioned points, the latter is the most crucial one, particularly when it comes to convincing a landowner to release his/her valuable asset – land. I can imagine the level of trust you would need to build upon. Nevertheless, I’m sure it’s worth the effort.

He also reminded me of the art of delegation by outsourcing. In his case, he has always outsourced bureaucratic legal and administration stuffs. Save the time, avoid the fuss, focus on your main task.

The last speaker, Hendy Setiono, is 26 years old, yet he has won several awards in entrepreneurship nation-wide and in Asia-Pacific. His initial business was Kebab Turki Baba Rafi which he started 7 years ago when he was 19.

He quoted a research done by Action Coach which shows that 80% of business fails between the first year until 5th year, making only 20% succeeds. But, from this 20%, only 20% of it continues to survive until year 10. This fact shows that business indeed takes hard work, planning and commitment, which underlines Hendy’s statement that there is no such thing as side-business (bisnis sampingan/ sambilan). I suppose what he said is parallel to what our first speaker said that it is impossible being an employee and running a business at the same time. Business is about focus. Business is about being consistent.

In addition to this, Hendy quoted Sandiaga Uno’s 5 factor to be successful entrepreneur:
- Passionate
- Creative
- Dedication
- Believe
- Grateful

One of Hendy’s food businesses, Ayam Bakar Mas Mono was originally traditional food stall he found in Tebet area. He transformed the traditional management into professional management which eventually elevates the brand.

He believes that the stronger a brand, the more premium the price. This is called brand value. Still, brand value is something you may want to consider at the later stage of your business. Prior to that, developing the system is the element you need to think at the early phase. Most business starts off their operation manually, which is ok. But, as you progress and competition gets more intense, it’s a sign to change the traditional management into professional management. Here are his suggestions on how to do it:

Traditional Management VS Professional Management:
- Learn something new everyday
- The bigger the opponent, the greater the hero (consider our competitors as motivation to be more competitive and creative)
- Put a great team behind you (leaders do things that staffs don’t do, for instance: concept, market research, planning to expand the market, adding outlets, etc)
- Be bankable

Pave My Way

This kind of workshop, I can tell, is not the first I’ve ever had. When I was in Glasgow I went to a young entrepreneurship workshop held at SECC with Ika and Lulu. The speakers were successful Scottish entrepreneurs, like Charan Gil (owner of Indian chain restaurant, Ashoka), Michelle Mone (who ran lingerie business), one guy who made a fortune from media business and a young man who operated catering company and whom Ika once worked for as freelance staff. It was very inspiring and I remember having this ‘bubbly’ feeling when the workshop finished.

Now, after yesterday’s workshop, I also have ‘light’ feeling, but somehow it’s different from the one I had. The thing is, I joined the workshop in Glasgow 3 years ago before starting the soap business. This time, I came to the forum after having the experience of running a soap business. Consequently, I can relate bits and pieces of what they said with my own story. Some of the shared experience is relevant to my own experience, although they are success stories, while mine is not even a profitable one :P.

When Jerry Aurum suggested taking a full year to do business, I thought to myself, I’ve been there, done that. I did the soap business for a year after leaving my job at a nation-wide retail group. When the soap business turned up to be a loss, I began applying for jobs again. Now, after working for nearly 9 months, my conscience sort of pushes me again to give another shot and launch another business venture. I would do more sharing and delegating, too as I should have done in the past.

This self-reflection gives me some sort of confidence. I think the lessons learned have never been so real especially on how to measure, take logical action, do things better and be committed. Indirectly, it has paved my way to carry out more realistic business steps, not just relying on mere dream and hope.

Choose UK

If you were given a chance to study abroad, where would it be?

To an Indonesian, Australia may be an interesting place because of is close proximity. USA being somewhat the centre of the world can be exhilarating and little things in the Netherlands can somehow make you feel like home (after all, it’s the only place in Europe where you can find ‘Kerupuk Udang Sidoarjo’ written right on your prawn crackers’ plastic packaging).

However, I’ve got my own reasons and motivation to choose UK as a place to study. Despite the presence of American influence which have been going on around me ever since I was a kid- from American music, Hollywood movies, (fast)food to NBA matches - for me, the British influence has always stood out.

Top: London Bridge, the prominent British icon, taken on a visit to London, 2006

My first encounter with the British culture is its language which I first learned when I was 6 years old. My parents enrolled me to an English course near our house but it wasn’t until I was sent to a larger language centre that I really got to know more about UK than just the language.

There, we were taught English - the British way - by native speakers from England, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand. These teachers showed us how to pronounce words in proper British English. Also, through reading and writing materials, we were introduced to city names like Leeds, Newcastle, Glasgow, Scarborough, Edinburgh, Bristol (along with the River Avon) as well as things like Double Decker, typical English policemen, fish and chips and one that sounded really weird to me – betting shops.

Overtime I’ve become fascinated not only with the language (with its complex grammar and unique accent), but also with the cultural knowledge I learned.

Then after that comes the music. My father was a big fan of The Beatles. Back in mid 80’s, he played The Beatles cassettes in our living room so often that my brothers and I eventually became fans as well. Maybe we were too young (we were still in primary school and frankly, this made us look a little bit old fashioned), but we thought their music was so cool and started collecting the cassettes, put their posters on our bedroom wall and even bought their videos (DVD wasn't invented yet).

Growing up, British music continued to flow in as my uncle introduced me to the sound of The Police, with Sting’s notable voice. Plus, I started listening to Queen.

Later on, during high school came the era of British Invasion with its so-called Britpop. It was the music trend amongst boys and girls in mid 90’s and I particularly couldn’t resist being a huge enthusiast of Oasis, Suede, Pulp, Blur, and Radiohead. Friends who played in bands started to play Britpop songs and those taking part as lead vocals copied Britpop singing style when they performed.

Top: Me, while in junior high, proudly showing The Beatles poster on my wall

After the era, influential bands such as Coldplay, Franz Ferdinand, Keane and Kaiser Chiefs continue to flourish and the trend doesn’t seem to end anytime soon. I guess it’s the strong British pop culture that remains and will always live. I have often wondered, perhaps if I am lucky, I might be able to see my favourite bands perform live in the UK.

But anyway, aside from this personal experience, UK education itself offers outstanding qualification. Recently, I came across a list of 200 Best Universities 2007 on Campus Asia magazine. It was ranked by Times Higher Education Supplement (THES) based on criteria such as research findings, academic and management practices, international students and international staffs. The latter is considered as one way of skills and knowledge transfer that can help prepare students to compete globally.

Both Oxford and Cambridge University rank number 2 and 3 behind Harvard. UK universities which confirm their position in the top 10 are Imperial College London and University College London. Whilst University of Edinburgh, University of Manchester, London School of Economics, University of Birmingham and many other UK universities dominate the list which indicates the reputable status of higher education in the UK.

With all this in mind, I wouldn’t think twice to make my decision. UK is definitely the place to be. It’s the only place where I can benefit from its well-established education system and at the same time fulfill my childhood and teenage thirst of British bits.

My Adaptation Period in the UK: Getting to Know Strathclyde and Glasgow

Just like we react to changes, most of us tend to adjust ourselves with the rules, culture and norms of the place where we move into. During the early months I spent in the UK, adapting became my main agenda, and as I was there to study, adapting with the education and academic life was one main priority.

I was a student of the University of Strathclyde in Glasgow, Scotland, pursuing a Master degree. Although I did not have any significant problem in following lectures or understanding reading materials, I did find it much harder to get outstanding results.

I once got a chance to discuss it with my professor. I asked her about what the grading system was like and what I could do to improve my works. From this meeting, I learned about the grading system in my university which, according to her, was also commonly used in other UK universities. All I can say is that UK education has strict rules in giving out marks. My professor also said some students who came from outside the UK and were not used to this grading system took this fact in a surprise and got disappointed after seeing their scores, yet the scores were actually not as bad as they seemed.


-Top: In front of Glasgow Catherdral-

I was also required to apply the reference method acceptable in my university (and most probably in other UK universities), the Harvard referencing. Plagiarism is a serious issue that cannot be tolerated. If you fail to put reference of your quotation or do not follow the Harvard referencing accurately, you could severely loose points and be accused of committing plagiarism. This may lead to notification from the university (oral or written) and even termination of your study.

Outside academic life, getting used to the weather was an interesting experience. I arrived in Glasgow in September, which was autumn at the time, but it was already felt like winter. Rain and heavy wind seemed to be daily routine and you could spot broken umbrellas lying on the streets here and there. Faced with this kind of weather and anticipating for the winter to come, I worked out that the best outfit to wear in order to stay dry and comfortable was waterproof jacket with some fur in the inside part and an attached hood. The jacket I bought in sport clothing and equipment store was not exactly a fashionable one, to be honest. Still, it was enough to adjust myself with the cold, wet and windy weather in the following months to come.

I found the people of Glasgow (the Glaswegians or Weegies) as friendly, outgoing and love to party. They are also very proud of being Scottish and certainly do not want to be called English. Some even mind to be called British, which was quite confusing to me, since Scotland is part of Great Britain, isn’t it? Later on when I learned more about their history, I became more aware of it.

Yet, on top of everything, the best part of my cultural adaptation was to understand Glaswegian accent. If you have watched the movie Trainspotting, then you would know what I mean. The accent is so unique that it even sounds differently from other Scottish accents (say, the accent from Edinburgh and the Highlands). Some Glaswegians speak with thick accent that even English native speakers from other regions, like my flatmate from London, could not understand a single word they say.

-Top: With flatmate Lulu, at The Armadillo, Scottish Exhibition and Conference Centre-

One time, I was at the university’s accommodation office and I overheard an American student complaining, saying that he had chosen an English speaking country as a place to study yet he could not get what the local staff was saying. I too, was overwhelmed by their accent. I had heard about how difficult it could be before arriving there, but not until I heard it myself that I understood what it was all about.

However, as the old saying, practice makes perfect. So, I tried to make conversation as often as possible with the locals. By doing so, I gradually picked up a wee bit of their accent along with the intonation. At first I felt so funny listening to myself when the accent came out naturally of my mouth, but then again it was a sign of cultural influence, aye?

Bagpipe, Kilt & Ceilidh

Bagpipe and Kilt

The first thing that pops into your head when you think of Scotland most likely would be an image of a Scotsman wearing a tartan kilt playing the traditional instrument, bagpipe. Well, this whole package can actually be spotted in Scotland’s main cities, Glasgow and Edinburgh. Whether outside shopping malls, next to a museum, at the city centre, in the old town area or simply randomly on a corner of a street. If the time is right, you can even catch a festival or perhaps a more formal stage performance. I was lucky enough to catch Glasgow International Piping Festivals with participants coming from around the world.

Generally, I have found those who are able to play bagpipe come from all sorts of people: teenagers, adults, professional artists, street musicians or even students. Combining the sound of bagpipe with other indigenous musical instruments is always possible, just like the street performance I watched of a man playing a bagpipe collaborated with African musicians playing tambourines. What a mix of culture.

Hardly inseparable with bagpipe, there is the Scottish tartan kilt. Tartan kilt is originally worn by Scottish men from the Highlands and each motive represents a clan. But this certainly does not restrict people from other countries from wearing them. Some even add their own style. At Glasgow International Piping Festivals, I saw a group of participants from India (or maybe Pakistan) wearing long hats, trousers (instead of kilts) and tartan motive robes.

I guess bagpipe and kilt have gone through cross cultural scheme that one can always create a unique blend of Scottish and other adopted culture.

One thing you may want to remember, never say a kilt is a skirt. Although that’s the meaning you’d find in dictionary, I got snapped at by a Scottish friend by replacing the word ‘kilt’ to ‘skirt’ in one conversation. He responded in sharp voice, “It’s not skirt”. Oops...

Ceilidh

Ceilidh (read: kay-lee), the traditional Scottish dance is one good example of how the Scottish celebrate togetherness, joy and happiness. The dance is performed by a group of people and everyone (including you!) can join. Don’t worry about how to do it, because most of the time, an instructor will lead and guide the moves and all you have to do is let your hands, body and feet go with the rhythm and the rest, just enjoy the cheerful beats of the Scottish music.

The moves are not just enjoyable to do but also to see. Often the dance requires an equal number of ladies and gentlemen to become couples, so that everyone has the chance to move around and change couple. There is also one part of the dance I remember in particular where couples stand opposite each other and place their hands together forming a tunnel, and then each couple takes turn to go through inside the tunnel rapidly. Another part is where everyone makes a circle and one female and a male dance inside the circle, then go back to their place and followed by those standing next to the previous performers.

While Ceilidh is especially held during festive moments (it is also a must-do at Burns Night, the night where Scottish commemorate the great poetry, Robert Burns), you can join the dance at the local bars when they have special events. I did the dance 3 times: with classmates and other students from the same faculty at the annual faculty ball, with other international students at an on-campus bar called Todd’s Bar and with the locals celebrating Burns Night at a friend’s house in Dunkeld.

Each one has left me with wonderful experience. It’s just so excited when you get yourself immerse with the local culture.

Road Trip to Highlands

The natural beauty of Highlands takes you to the tranquility of its sparkling lakes, mountainous landscape and arrays of leaves and trees. If you have enough time to explore Scotland, then going up to the Highlands is definitely a must.

The Initial Trip

My first journey to Highlands was in winter 2005 and I did another trip in summer 2006. So, I was lucky enough to see the pristine nature both covered with snow as well as lightened by sunshine. However, it was the first journey that really got me, due to 2 reasons. Firstly, it was a rather spontaneous road trip, whereas the second journey saw me going on an organised one-day tour. Secondly, with good companions it turned out to be one of the most memorable moments I had in Scotland.

There were 5 of us, joined by 3 friends who came all the way from London by bus and arrived in Glasgow the night before we set off. One friend had arranged renting a van from Arnold Clark. He and I had also made a reservation at a hostel in Isle of Skye after looking for information at Glasgow Tourist Office. Other friends had bought food and drinks from Tesco for our supplies, and that surely included bread and instant noodle!

As it was approaching end of year 2005, celebrating New Year’s Eve in Edinburgh was also part of the plan. Briefly, this was our itinerary:

Friday, 30/12/05	Glasgow – Loch Lomond – Fort William – Isle of Skye – Stay overnight in Portree
Saturday, 31/12/05	Portree – Tour around the island for a wee bit – Inverness – Loch Ness – Edinburgh
Sunday, 01/01/06	Leave Edinburgh at around 2 am, expect to be back in Glasgow at 4 am

Winter Wonderland

Friday morning at 8, a green van picked me and the other 2 girls up at my flat. It was our friends, 4 guys and a girl all set to explore the long road to Highlands. We were heading north to our first destination, Loch Lomond (loch is lake in Gaelic, the indigenous Scottish language). Loch Lomond is the largest lake not only in Scotland, but also in mainland Britain and presumably the most famous after Loch Ness. It is considerably close to Glasgow (32 km away) and I am pretty sure it should have more visitors during other times of the year.

We parked at a rest area where there was a restaurant that was also a hotel, and found ourselves looking into a vast white ground just opposite us. It could just be an ordinary playground, but since it had snowed the day before, it turned out to be a snowy field and it seemed like it was laid there deliberately for us. We were all originally South East Asians, making the view undoubtedly a rare thing for us to experience. We were so thrilled and soon found ourselves playing and throwing snow balls at each other.

The excitement must end, however, as we realised we still had a long way to go. But we knew the best has yet to come. Before leaving, we did not forget to take some pictures with the white snow and shiny lake as the background. Pieces of souvenir from the winter wonderland.

Welcome to Highlands

Loch Lomond is like an indirect border of Highlands. You could see mountains slowly coming up to greet you as you go along and before you know it you have reached the Southern part of Highlands. The lake which stretches for 35 km, also offered us spectacular view from our window over and over before it finally disappeared from our sight.

Gradually, the scenery character changed into grey-coloured mountains covered with snow. Lush trees still showed their green leaves while some others on the lower ground were mere trunks and branches, resting and waiting for another season to grow. Hills were emerging from behind forests.

We told our friend who was driving to drive cautiously as the winter weather had left the road to be slippery with the remains of snow. The continuous rain, although not heavy, added another case to be careful with.

We kept on going until we arrived in a little town called Fort William. It is known as a base for those who want to go mountain-climbing or hiking. It was a good place for us to stop, especially when we had not had proper lunch. When we got there it was 3 in the afternoon, but it already looked like 5 o’clock (winter made the day shorter). After parking the car, we walked and searched for a restaurant which was quite an easy task as there was a line of eating places. We picked one with a nice interior and warm atmosphere, offering competitive price. Despite of the cold weather outside, the late lunch felt like a luxury in our long journey.

When we finished with our meals and after-lunch chat, we thought a little walk to see more of the town would be nice. It was getting dark and we ended up dropping in on a souvenir shop not far from across the road. I remember buying a set of playing cards with red and green tartan motive on the back side of the cards. It might just be something made in China. Still, it would remind me of our moment in Fort William. As part of our ritual, we took some more pictures of us near the parking lot, by a lake with the evening sky falling over behind us.

Our next destination was Isle of Sky, Scotland’s biggest island.

Towards Skye

We were now passing through the dark and there was not much to see along the way. Instead of getting numb, we made our own lively scene by throwing jokes, playing riddle and singing silly songs. The only object that drew our attention was Eilean Donan Castle which was shined with lights like a glitter amidst the night. The castle which is located on a small island has a stone-arched bridge linking it with the mainland.

Isle of Skye or the ‘Cloud Island’ is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Scotland thanks to the breathtaking scenery of its stunning cliffs and mountains, shimmering lakes and extensive green fields. From mainland, we crossed Skye Bridge to get there. It was quiet and only very few cars were passing by. When we finally got to the island, we followed ‘Portree’ sign. Portree is the main town where stayed that night. I called the hostel and told the guy we had reached the island and that we were on our way to Portree. He suggested ringing him back once we arrived in town, and that was exactly what I did.

He gave us direction to the hostel but we still could not find it. We told him our location and he politely asked us to stop where we were because he would come to us. The tall, blonde, rather big guy who appeared to be the owner, waved his hand on a corner of a street not too far from where we stopped and led us to the hostel.

Bayfield Backpackers

Bayfield Backpackers was a modernly designed hostel and it looked as if it was newly built. We had booked 2 rooms (1 for the boys and 1 for the girls), each with 2 double deck beds. The shared shower rooms were clean and neat. I found it very comfortable and was the first to take a shower, while the others were in the kitchen lounge, relaxing. The spacious dining area had long tables, resembling a school canteen. The fully equipped kitchen was big enough to facilitate 3-4 people to use it at the same time. I think the £ 12 pounds a night per person was worth it.

The next morning, with 8 people in our team, we dominated the kitchen and dining area while there was only another guest who was making a toast. Our breakfast menu was instant fried noodle and bread. One friend who came from London was amazed by how we could arrange the meal at the start of the day. He said normally when he went backpacking he just grabbed a toast and munched it as he went off. In this case, I have similar travel behaviour as his. But when it comes to more than 3 people in a group, then one must be flexible with his/her habit.

Discover the Beauty

We left Bayfield Backpackers, ready to travel around the island. The morning chill and mist along with the wet weather did not demotivate us to discover Skye. We started off by going up north. The magnificent landscape boasted hills and mountains and occasionally islets separated by small lakes. The silence of Skye was accompanied by the sparsely located houses. All too often there were towering cliffs and rocks, and we could not help noticing a few sheep here and there.

We stopped at one particular spot, which could be purposely made for scenery-sighting. Overlooking a clear, blue lake, we were overwhelmed by the mist and puffs of clouds above the water, reflecting colours of white, blue and grey. Now, we know why it is called Isle of Skye.

There was also a waterfall below left from where we stood. The water ran down along the cliffs and splashed when it touched solid rocks at the bottom, before making its way to the lake. So beautiful.

It was time to head back to mainland. We drove down to Portree and discovered the town’s pretty harbor which must had been missed out when we passed through it the night before. We stopped for a while and enjoyed it for a wee bit before continuing our route.

The journey from Isle of Skye to Inverness gave us a string of unspoiled nature consisting of forests forming a fine shape leading to hills, crystal clear reflection of mountains on the surface of a lake and snow from 2 days ago that still remained untouched. At one rest area we stopped, there was a tiny frozen lake surrounded by snow. We thought it was really cool and had our picture taken with the glacial lake.

Inverness and Loch Ness

We eventually arrived in Highlands’ main city, Inverness. It was the first time we found considerably lively site in Highlands. Aside from filling the gas, we also looked for a place to eat and got ourselves fish and chips at a small restaurant near the gas station.

After that, we went off again and looked no further for the ‘Loch Ness’ road sign. Winter shortened the day and the evening came earlier than usual. As we caught the sight of the deep, narrow Loch Ness, the sky was getting dark, mist was drifting far on the other side of the lake. We got out of the car. Cold and chilly. Most trees had lost their leaves and simply looked dead. We could sense the mysterious mood sweeping in. Was the monster there? We never knew.

Nevertheless, we were there for fun and fun was what we had. We made silly shocking-look and posed, pretending we had spotted Nessie and got it all photographed. We also found a sign nearby with the words ‘Loch Ness’ written on it. We used it as proof that we had been to the legendary lake by taking our picture with the sign.

Done with the fun and foolish acts, we moved further down towards the capital city of Scotland, Edinburgh, to spend New Year’s Eve.

Every year Edinburgh hosts a street festival known as Hogmanay to celebrate New Year. It goes along Princess Street right at the city centre. I heard the festival is one of the biggest New Year parties around Europe (perhaps, apart from London and Paris?) and pulls thousands of visitors every year.

Hogmanay

We parked the car and walked down to Princess Street. When we came to one end of the main party area, it was still quite early. To get into the main party area, we should have tickets that actually had been sold widely on the internet months before. To tell the truth, none of us had got it. In fact, it was not really well-planned that we were discussing whether to celebrate outside the main area (as it was crowded as well) or to buy tickets from those sellers wandering around offering last-minute tickets. I could imagine the disappointment of the Londoners, not having to see the real celebration, and to be honest, I too, was very much keen on getting in.

A few other friends who were joining us from Glasgow were also thinking of going to the main area. So, finally, we decided to go in. A friend who had been approached twice by a ticket seller made a bargain and purchased the tickets – 12 of them.

The main party area was tremendously packed. In one part we even got stuck by the traffic of people. Now, I understood the meaning of Hogmanay being the largest New Year’s party scene in Europe.

Loud music of top 40 songs was banging, decorative lights shined brightly and they even put a wheel like that of London Eye, only this one was smaller.
We settled at one spot where we could have better view of the fantastic fireworks. Edinburgh Castle was far away above the opposite side of us. Then the countdown began…5…4…3…2…1…Happy New Year! We congratulated and hugged each other. It was a lovely night and we had such a great time.

Back to Glasgow

At 1.30 we drove back to Glasgow. I could not resist the tiredness and fell asleep. It was then 3 in the morning when I got to my flat.

It was a fabulous journey. A compilation of natural sight-seeing, wonderful winter moments and joyful companions even with friends who joined us later in Edinburgh (some of us even just met that night).

Memory that will surely remain for years to come.