Post from Michelle:
Squinting, I look out over the ocean. It's mid-morning and the sun in shining brightly and the sea air is thick with the smell of salt. Tim and I are standing on the beach of Pangandaran, a small fishing village in central Java. Directly in front of us the shore is covered with brightly painted fishing boats and the busy activity of fishermen working with focused intensity, bringing in their catches from the previous night.
Boats come and go, men carry large bundles of prawns in nets while fish are unloaded in large woven baskets. Down the shore I see people slowly and methodically pulling in nets from the ocean. Tim and I watch for almost an hour, mesmerized by all the activity.
Then we head to a restaurant nearby and pick from a fresh selection of fish and prawns displayed on ice. We watch as they grill our food and then enjoy a delicious meal for about $3.00.
Boats come and go, men carry large bundles of prawns in nets while fish are unloaded in large woven baskets. Down the shore I see people slowly and methodically pulling in nets from the ocean. Tim and I watch for almost an hour, mesmerized by all the activity.
Then we head to a restaurant nearby and pick from a fresh selection of fish and prawns displayed on ice. We watch as they grill our food and then enjoy a delicious meal for about $3.00.
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