First appearance seemed like paradise. Palm trees swaying on an empty beach, whilst unused boats linger close to the bustling beach bar.
Take a closer glance. You may just notice a layer of dust settling around you, soaking into the surrounding landscape. This small and remote town is no ordinary town, this is Pangandaran.
Pangandaran. A town shaken and shaped by its recent history, it may just surprise you. Opening its arms and welcoming the weariest of travellers this beach resort has the potential to grow and flourish into the jewel of Java that it was before.
Curious locals will stop you along the road, every so willing to describe the town’s past. Friendships are made and tears are shed as a recollection of the fateful day is remembered. And with a crash of a wave you have gone; venturing down the long and windy path leading to your next destination.
But Pangandaran will never leave, you will always remember those smiling faces. Faces of welcoming locals, inviting you into their community. Murky waves pounding the deserted beach. That’s my memory of Pangandaran.