By ayijufridar on Skatehive
Lhokseumawe (Aceh, Indonesia) is a city deeply connected to the sea. From almost every corner of the city, the salty scent of the Strait of Malacca wafts like a constant greeting. Giant tankers frequently pass in the distance, slowly appearing like shadows moving across the horizon. The sea seems to be the city's front yard, where life pulsates with the rhythm of the waves. On a sunny weekend, my family and I participated in a fun bike ride with the Malikussaleh University academic community. That morning, the sky was clear, and the sun radiated a warm, not yet scorching light, as if giving its blessing to the hundreds of bicycles that would be cruising the city streets. In the courtyard of Hiraq Field, participants had gathered since early morning. Some came with their families, while others were groups of students cheerfully joking with each other. When the whistle blew, the wheels of our bicycles began to move in unison. We pedaled slowly, leaving the bustle of the field and heading