A month ago, I was kidnapped by my mother to join her office's trip to Carita beach. Carita beach is located in Banten, about 3 hours from Jakarta. It was a popular spot in 1980s, but nowadays, people rarely come to Carita because it's pretty much far. To reach the place, you will pass industry areas - which is super hot, and dry. It made me felt like I was somewhere in Middle East.
Although the road was quite long, I was pretty much satisfied with the beach. Well, that's probably the last time I went to beach was at 4th grader in elementary school. Carita beach was my first ever beach that I visited after some years, literally.
The trip was full with families. You know, those kind of family gathering event that was held by the office. So many parents, kids, even babies. Not a kid-lover kind of person, but I managed myself to take care a 4 years old girl to walk along the beach with me. Yes, I was surprised too.
I've never been to Bali, Lombok, or even Seribu Island, so there's no great beach criteria in my mind. The cottage I was staying had the beach as its back yard. Since it wasn't a public beach, it was pretty clean, and beautiful. Except there are some trash near the porch of the cottage, but the beach itself was pretty satisfying.
Hearing the wave from the sea, felt the sand with my bare feet, let the salty water tickled my skin. I was pretty much fresh minded, but now I think I need another beach to refresh my mind.
Or mountain is okay.
Short, I need nature to ease my mind.