Today marked the 11th Death Anniversay of my beloved Grandma. A week before my birthday. The birthday celebration where each teenager would look forward to. To the freedom and the independence that comes at that age. In the midst of all the preparation for the celebration. A phone call from my uncle had it shattered down to pieces. -  That is how I celebrated my birthday. I just hated her at that moment on my journey to hometown. Celebration was one thing . . . "Why at the time where each teenager look forward to have to be like this?"

At the jetty of the Samosir Island. It was a short walk distance to the court of King Sialiagan. Passing through row of shops selling local handicraft such as wallets, bags, clothes, belts, wooden arts and many more.

Tomok, where the the Tomb of King Sidabutar is located a short walk away from the lake, at a little uphill from the main road passing through a small alley with souvenir stalls. Before entering the grave, one is required to put on the Ulos of the Batak to show respect, this is available at the gate.