So! I went to Yogyakarta in 2014, and I’m still writing about it in 2016. That’s the mark of a good trip because it’s stuck in the mind, and not chronicling it would be a self-disservice!
(and that’s how I excuse my procrastination)
First timers to Yogyakarta would do well to pay a visit the famous Prambanan, a collection of ancient Hindu temples now marked as a UNESCO World Heritage site. The most famous three Prambanan temples are also the backdrop to the resplendent Ramayana Ballet, a moving feast for the sight and sound at a price.
If you are unfamiliar with Prambanan and would like to know more about the temples built in the 10th century, the greatness of the Hindu culture and religion, the triumph of good against evil, the murky legends that surround these ancient places, the earthquakes that would destroy or visibly ruin most of the temples in the compound, the various ways of getting to Prambanan itself…. well then, there are many on-line resources you could refer to. This… isn’t one of them.
Instead, you should be expecting more of this:
… nah. That’s the end of the fabulous frivolousness… that could be proven by photos anyway.
We had arranged to get to Prambanan in the afternoon so we’d have a couple of hours before the Ramayana ballet. Entrance tickets was Rp198,000 each (approx RM60+).
It was hot. There were temples of ancient Asian heritage. I’m Asian living in Asia. We have seen, and will continue to see a lot of temples. You’ve been to one temple, you’ve been to most of them.
Don’t get me wrong, it was lovely to explore the temple grounds. The compound was rather well-restored, which contributed to the feeling of modernity as I did. I suppose I would have enjoyed it more if I knew the stories carved into the temple walls.
There were many Hindu temples around the Prambanan complex. There was a sole Buddhist temple, Candi Sewu north of the main Prambanan temples. Wikipedia says that Sewu temple is the second largest Buddhist temple complex in Indonesia after Borobudur. Well, what do you say to that?
I’ll tell you this though: I felt something at Candi Sewu. Nah, not something spooky, frightful nor terribly bad.
Walking among the ruins in Candi Sewu, I felt peace, like it was home, as if I’d been here before, that I’d lived here before.
It wasn’t exactly deja vu, more like I know I would be safe there, that nothing could hurt me.
What do you make of it eh! Suanie of many lives.
Follow the entire Yogyakarta trip here: Yogyakarta 2014