Whenever I see anything related to literature, my internal monolog breaks into a musical, “I WANNA BE WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE.” Exactly like Disney’s Ariel The Little Mermaid. So, when I heard about Ubud’s Readers and Writers Festival (URWF), I decided: I must go. That’s what my savings are for.
At first, Echo beach disappoint me.
When I picture a perfect beach, I imagine calm waves crashing against soft white sands, colorful seashells waiting to be unearthed. Cobalt blue fishes, fiery red starfishes and other neon creatures swimming in the transparent sea.
Echo beach is nothing like that. Its sand’s dark, giving it a filthy feel. The waves are palm tree high and, to surfers’ disappointments, breaks like the waves hit each other. Never mind the fishes, the waves were too violent for any kind of living.
We had time to kill before the sun sets (and for the next 3 days). I intend to make the most of it.
Living in Jakarta is not always boring.
There is something beneath the same old sunny traffic and overpriced coffee which–let’s be honest–you don’t like that much.
Last weekend, I went to the other Jakarta. Not malls and cafes. It was a weekend to remember.