"Ngelamun ajah," he said. I just smiled and keep looking at the big wave, still thinking over the fact that I have so much in my life to be thankful for and realized that experiences in life is my focus. Sit back and silence. This experience has enlightened me and energized me. I could not have gotten through this season without this kinda getaway.
Wait..is this some kinda getaway? What getaway? Running from working environment? The only reason I took this as a getaway actually because running from our city with their issue, in a sense, means that we're running from one's self, and see that as the chief advantage of travelling. The first duty of revolutionary is to get away with it.
So I woke up this morning. This is the last day of trip in karimun jawa. Tanned skin, dirty clothes, a bit souvenirs, and a memory of all of us spending our togetherness in the island that never fail people to say, "it's beautiful". The tour guide once said that there's always foreigners who came and finally decided to stay longer. This is one of those heavens in Indonesia.
Now I have to go home. Yes it's true when the old saying: reality bites.