The main reason why Angge agreed to include Jogjakarta in our trip to Indonesia was the Temple of Borobudur. We initially planned to just stay in Bali and chill, which was all fine by me. But, after I showed her the pictures of Borobudur and probably because she’s very much aware that I really wanted to visit another UNESCO World Heritage site, after the “temple run” I experienced in Angkor Wat, she said yes! Woohoo!
Candi Sukuh is one of those temples rarely visited by those who go to Jogjakarta because of the length of time one has to spend to get there and the seeming lack of interesting places to see on the way. But, since Angge wanted to see it because of something Mayan about it (the shape of the temple looks like a Mayan pyramid) and I’m always up for anything barely visited by tourists, we asked Herman to bring us to Candi Sukuh.
So, we had a sort of itinerary, which Angge and I worked on months ago. But, because life outside of travels got in the way, we set it aside and let the universe work.
And, the universe, as always, did its thing.
We got to see the places we intended to visit, like the Temples of Sukuh, Borobudur, and Prambanan, in Java (plus a lot of bonuses, like the Taman Sari Underground Mosque, the Chocolate Factory, and a jeepney trek to Mt. Merapi), and enjoyed their local food in between. And, I got to chill in and swim in the beaches of Bali. Oh, we caught the sunset, too!
In 2010, when things were pretty bad for me, I knew that I needed Baguio once again. And, I guess, people close to me also knew it. When my cousin, Kuya Rey, found out about what happened, he immediately invited me to go to Baguio with him that weekend, despite his busy schedule. I said yes and, after my shift that Friday, I went straight to Victory Liner Cubao to meet Kuya Rey and my brother, Jan-Jan, who also agreed to go on this trip with us.