Jumped on the back of a friend’s hired bike, batik skirt hitched up above my knees, and we blasted off to find the coast outside of Yogyakarta before the sun set.
The road said pantai, meaning beach, so we followed it… not before pulling up next to a shocked local family on a bike to ask them if we were headed the right way. Not sure what beach we actually ended up at. It might have been Parangtritis.
We arrived just as the sun was dipping, splashing golden light across everyone’s faces and the dark sand. The waves were angry, crashing in and dragging out fiercely, churning with black sand.