A Tale of Joey, Syrup Pancakes, and The Scarf Ghost

Yesterday, we had our Field Trip by visiting these historical places that you can found here in Medan.

But I won't wrote how the Field Trip went. Because I'd wrote it all down on my worksheets and now I'm too tired to write it here AGAIN.

Anyway, since I won't be able to write the whole Field Trip story, I will write about this one tale that I encounter during my field trip:

After burning ourselves under the heat in front (and inside) of the Maimoon palace, and get tired of the super long tour inside the Tjong A Fie's mansion, we take a rest at the front porch of the mansion and saw this cute huge dog, laying sweetly on the side of the house.

So we went to the dog's place, and asked a man who seat near it, whom might be the owner (or maybe the guardian) of the dog, about the dog's name.

I'm not sure if he said that it's 'Joe' or 'Joey' because when we asked him to pronounce it, he said 'Joey' but when I asked him to spell it he said 'J-O-E'

Well, that's weird.

But I end up calling it Joey, and watched my friends having fun with him, and taking pictures, while I just stand under the huge tree sipping my Colas, since I'm allergic to dogs and I can't be near them (no matter how cute they were.)

The Adorable Joey :)

The Guardian/Owner of Joey showed us that he could SHAKE HANDS!!

Then, after that, we got hungry and went straight to Tip Top for our lunch.

After we finished our delicious yet simple lunch, we ordered these so-called famous Syrup Pancakes for dessert.

Well, Angie and I decided that we would just order one pancake and we could share it. And Myr and Sasha did the same thing.

And even though each of us only ate half a portion of the pancakes, we felt so full that our tummies might explode.

But then Willy, with all his might, ate the WHOLE one portion of the pancake by himself.

*Big round of applause*

The mighty Willy eating the Syrup Pancake.

After feeling so full, and re-charged, we went back to our beloved (yuck!) school.

I don't know if it is the syrup of the pancakes that make my friends became so hyper-active or is it just their habit, but they did an awful yet pretty awesumm thing to me.

They collected all of their shawls and scarves and tied me with all of them. And seriously, the process was TERRIFYING!!!

I can't barely breath under those shawls and scarves and it's too hot under them.

But the result was awfully amazing!! I can't even believe that was me!!

ME! The Scarf Ghost!! Or as my friends like to called: Febong The Pocong

And after that, my friends got tired, and I got tired, and so we went silent for the rest of our trip back to school.

And that is the end of my tale.

*THE END*