Yogyakarta is hardly representative of all of Java, but that’s the place I picked for that one day in Indonesia’s fifth largest island. Partly because it was the easiest choice—you may even say most predictable—also because as far as temples go in Indonesia, it was the jump-off to the most interesting one to me: Borobudur.
Then, I had arrived, seeing the massive structure under the glaring heat of the sun. I tried to explore the place as best as I can, sneaking through the crowds, trying but failing to see past all the people standing about, getting their photos taken, or the few actually really praying, trying to find a quiet place to think. You can’t, though, you see. Find a quiet spot, I mean. Because this temple. No. Both temples I visited—let’s include Prambanan, too—are really about their people.
And maybe I could’ve attempted to take photos of the landscape the whole day. Or the various temple spires, the numerous Buddhas, the reliefs carved into the stone walls, but I’ve never been good at that, and those pictures are everywhere anyway.