Gone Sailing: The Ultimate Indonesia Experience
If you’re wondering where my happy place was as Boston nudged past historical snowfall records yesterday, it’s on a sailboat with semi-functioning toilets, bobbing offshore of a tiny Indonesian island.
That’s where I was seven months ago, when I brought two of my best friends to see the colorful, chaotic, splatter of islands that I’ve called home on and off for so many years.
We surfed at Kuta beach, had cocktails at sunset in Lombok, and fought off monkeys in Uluwatu, but the time we spent aboard the Basilea felt the most true- Indonesia the way it should be experienced. We left Lombok in a dinghy, and from the second our luggage landed on board, I was in sunburnt, nauseous heaven.
Our time on board was a blur of sunsets and snorkeling, heaping plates of mie goreng and jumping off the bow of the boat. We spent mornings reading on deck as we cruised from island to island, and afternoons in search of sea turtles and manta rays.
The crew was beyond friendly, and put up with our sometimes questionable music choices. Stripped down from the luxury resorts and night clubs, Indonesia by water is an entirely different experience. Simple meals, sea water showers, and sun soaked days with my family and friends: that’s the Indonesia I like to remember.
Last week, I found out that my parents will be staying in Indonesia for awhile longer. Once I realized that would mean I get one last summer there, my mind went off in a million directions; all the things I’ve wanted to do before they moved away, all the simple pleasures of summer days there.
But mostly, I’m just glad I get to call it home for awhile longer.
“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.”
– Isak Dinesen