My summer holiday is almost end, and I decided to go back to Yogyakarta by Safari Dharma Raya bus. The ticket’s price is 215.000 rupiahs. Imoel drove me to Ubung bus station in Denpasar and waiting until the bus drove away. This time no rubber watch, it leaves at 14.30 pm based on its schedule. Ah another journey to go home. The bus’s seat is comfortable enough and I sat next to the window so I could watch all the view outside. The city crowd disappear fastly replacing by villages and grass field. By the time we were reached Negara I could smell and see the ocean, far at end of the paddy field and soon the bus entering the Gilimanuk port.
The port itself wasn’t so crowded and our bus soon park inside the ferry. All of the passengers went out from the bus to enjoy the view from the top while waiting for the ferry to sail, including me. Most of all I want to see the coin catcher, curios enough since I’ve once watch it from TV a long long time ago. The children are gonna jump to get the coin that been throw away to the sea, it is just like when you play with your friends, throwing a small rock into the pool and you dive to get it. I kinda amazed when I watch the show since I only able to do it in a pool, not the sea.
And there they are, on top of the ferry but the things are different from the show. There were no children, only young man. And they were asking us the passengers a thousand rupiahs for a jump into the sea. Gyahahaha… I know I shouldn’t believe a TV. I guess not only me who think that way because there is an old man who was trying to make sure the catcher jump by throwing out his coins to the sea. But when the man has throwing out the coin, the catcthers were not interested at all to jump to the sea to catch the coin. Well who want its? Even though we were still on the port, it’s late afternoon, the water is dark and cold, it’s kind of windy, and the coin is small. It is not enough to buy a flu medicine, get the point? Some of them did jump into the sea after they’d collecting enough cash from the passengers. In this case you pay to see a summersalt show *sigh*. We laugh tough seeing their jumping style because at the end they have to jump anyway when the ferry start to move away from Gilimanuk to Ketapang port.
Approaching Ketapang, the wave starts shaking the ferry and silent the passengers but we do arrived safely. I watch the night through the window and the last thing I remember is passing through Banyuwangi before I fall asleep, exhausted enough. We stop for a midnight meal in one of city in East Java (hardly to read any sign board when my eyelids glued to each others) then we go back on track to Yogyakarta. I curled on the seats with my sweater and once again I fall asleep.
I wake up when the bus passing through Solo early in the morning. The city is awake already, people lining on their’s bicycle or motorbike on the streets. Children are in their uniform. And in a while, I arrived in Yogya, once again back to Seturan.