Last Spring Break we visited Sri Lanka for a quick three days and then lounged on the beaches of the Noonu Atoll in the Maldives. It was beyond lovely and relaxing, but this year I was yearning for a bit more culture. Yogyakarta is all about culture.
Prambanan Temple is the largest Hindu temple in Indonesia. The architecture reminds me of Angkor Wat. The highlight of our tour was our unexpected student guides, Riana and Pungki. Absolutely delightful, often giggling in between their explanation of the ruins. At the end they jumped up and down screaming and laughing. We weren’t sure if that was because of the tip we gave them or the enthusiastic praise I gave on their comment card.
From sunrise to sunset there’s a temple to see. A “snack” came with our tickets to Ratu Boko, the sunset temple. We went through the doors and found a comfy seat overlooking the valley. It was a nice view, but the temple seemed so far off. Not quite what we remembered from the pictures, but oh well. Since it was cloudy, we decided to go get our snack, which turned out to be the best Nasi Goreng and Mie Goreng (Indonesian fried rice and fried noodles) we had ever tasted. While happily enjoying our food, Brad began to doubt the temple off in the distance and asked our waiter, “where is the temple?” “Up the hill. Closes in 15 minutes.” Oops. We inhaled the Mie Goreng – which was unfortunate because it was So. Good. Ran up the path, up the steps, snapped some quick pictures of the temple and cloudy-supposed-to-be-sunset. There were only two other people at the temple. The guards just looked at us like we were the crazy Americans we were.