7 November 1991, Thursday.

That's right, its been two weeks, I'm not home or heading that way, and I don't want to be. I was an early riser this morning, waking at around 7am, so I was just lounging around. Me and Yunis have arranged to go snorkeling today, and see the blumin coral(sorry I'm excited). We did, it was amazing, very shallow water, but coral and beautiful fish. We spent the whole day in the water or on the beach, the sea is like a warm bath, I really had the best time.
Headed back to the Raitha losmen, had a mandi, and then went to the warung for something to eat. It was getting dark, so we went back to the Raitha losmen, drank some coffee and talked until about 8:30pm, I sat and drew a strange picture of a women with a face for a body, I don't know why, I suppose I'm just a little strange.
We went out for a walk (jalan jalan), went to a hotel for a bit, then sat in a shelter on the side of the road with some locals and drank some coffee and smoked. I also learnt some Sundanese, which is the language of West Java, and Asna's first language. Sunda, as they call it, is a lot different to Indonesian.
I found out a few things today, it turns out that just off the coast is the famous volcano Krakatu. It blew up almost 100 years ago, to the day, and sent a tidal wave 500 miles into Java, killing almost the whole population of the area. This is why the beach is called Carita, this means Story, the story beach, because people said it was haunted. You can just make out three islands off the shore, and it turns out, that Krakatu used to cover all of them, but after the explosion, didn't exist. What a story, I'll look into it further.
I was really tired out and headed back to the guest house, got into bed, and noticed another big lizard in my room, this time it was a Tokay gecko, managed to get a photo of it, now I'm off to sleep.