Beach Reach

Life is good. I have moved in to the apartment and I’m really happy about it. It feels good to sleep in and not be woken up by Adzan (Islamic call to prayer) every morning at 4:30am. It’s also a good feeling to have air conditioning in my room. Just everything about the move is very convenient.

On Thursday I had a really awesome night. Went out with my friend Alfi and had dinner at a place called Sushi Tei. It was real good. And the floor was glass, I felt like I would fall through. Then we just hung out, and walked across one of the main streets here, which was terrifying. We walked to the statue in the middle of the street. Normally I don’t think the public is encouraged to walk all over the grass, and I made that assumption based on the 15 police men around me. Laszlo doesn’t normally understand boundaries. So we lay there on the grass for a long stretch of the night. The only person to approach us was a young girl selling flowers.

I got home at around 2am, and had to wake up at 4:30am as our friend Fajar was coming to pick us up and take us to a paradise beach. There is no reason for me to explain this trip bit by bit, since I’ve posted the pictures and pictures speak louder than words. General summary, it was amazing, we went swimming, snorkelling, went to an isolated island, drove to the southern side of Java, was soaked by the Indian Ocean crashing into high cliffs and then fought the waves of the ocean on a secluded beach. The villages are never ending, and the roads are terrifying. I am thankful that our 1989 Toyota Corolla made it through, even with a few hiccups along the way.

Anyways, just have a look at the pictures. This weekend I’m off to Bandung. We can chat when I’m back. Take care!