Bye-bye Java... Jogja... Karanggayam... Jalan Weling...

On Saturday morning a group of us headed up to Krakal, a beach a couple of hours away for the night. The perfect way to end my time in Jogja. We hired a minibus (there were 12 of us) and a row of rooms at the hotel and just hung out and enjoyed the peace and quiet (on Saturday at least). Got some sun, had a wander around the pretty deserted little town. The hotel owners cooked us dinner, beautiful fresh fish and vegies, and we chatted and played some funny games... then decided to build a bonfire on the beach. Little bit tricky as we only had a lighter and sticks, so after much forraging in the bushes for kindling, burnt fingers, a few rolls of toilet paper, and much determination, we got it going, and quite a good fire it was (in my defense, joey scouts arent actually allowed to build campfires so my expertise in that area of scouting was a bit lacking). There were some indo guys further down the beach drowning their wet logs in petrol and wondering why they had to relight the fire 3 or 4 times... Late in the afternoon, the hotel was swamped with all these indonesians, some music group from a uni, who hired out the hall at the hotel and sang... and sang... and sang... all night. Then they got up and noisily chatted and played soccer, just to wake us up im sure. And just when they quietened down to have breakfast, this awful indo-pop music rang out over the whole area... from an ocean festival taking place on the beach behind the hotel! We gave up on sleeping in and had a look after breakfast. It was pretty interesting but there were so so many people, i couldnt believe it! The last time we were at Krakal, we were the only people there, but there mustve been a few hundred people up and down the beach, having lunch and listening to the music and things. We tried to have a swim (remember indo people swim in their clothes), and got rather self-conscious in our bathers, but by that time, the number of people on the beach around our towels had doubled and we had no choice but to just to a runner up the beach at once (safety in numbers people). After lunch we headed back to Jogja as it started raining, good timing... then had a drink to say goodbye to people, then went for dinner to a fancy resto. So yum! Indian food in Jogja! I cant believe we hadnt discovered it before! Monday morning I finished cramming my 40kg of luggage into my bursting bags and had breakfast with Jess, the good Indo staple of Bubur Kacang Hijau and Kopimix... An indo friend met me at the airport after Id checked in, and I said my last goodbye (and palmed off my vegemite, i wonder if shell speak to me again lol...), to my friends and to my Jogja...Sampai jumpa! See you next time...