hey, soo today ill tell you guts stories about the time I lived in Batukaras, if you guys don't know where Batukaras is it's near Pangandaran, and it's a small beach with not many local people but many tourists. i asked why tourist go here, they all say its more quiet, chill and the beach is sometimes empty in the morning. a bit of backstory i mostly lived there alone my parents always go to other cities cause that's their job and you might be asking how do i survive there, well i have a house there and a small amount of money that i use to buy breakfast in a small warung that sells fried chicken for 5000 rupias. and then i go surfing with my tourist friend until 10 AM after that i just chill or talk to people mostly tourists. for dinner, i just eat at a villa with the staff's or the people i talked to sometimes like to ask have i had dinner yet and i always say no. its funny to think right now that i usually live like that, but sadly until today I haven't gone back to Batukaras. i hope i could go back there and see what has changed, i think that's it for today next story would probably be a scary story or probably some creepy or unsettling story. thanks for reading