The Journey to Kebumen (Part IV-End): ‘Premature’ Farewell Party on Bocor Beach

By Irfan Nugroho
Around 11 am, we left Khatim’s wedding for a place to have fun. It was Ii Ariyani who suggested us that we should take a visit to Bocor Beach, in the district of Kebumen, Central Java.

We took a mini bus leading to the center of the city. It costs IDR 2,000 (per May 2011).

Be patient, however, when you take mini bus as the main transport to the city; and that’s why we did not take mini bus when we left the Kutoarjo train station.

For those dangdut lovers, taking mini bus is highly suggested. But indeed, my ears got bleeding to listen to the dangdut-mix played out loud.

Alhamdulila, this ended after 30 minutes finally. Soon we got down from the bus; we looked for a transport leading to the beach.

The beach alone can only be reached by either riding motorcycle, personal car, or rented car because the last stop of the available public transport is about a kilometer away from the beach.

We would not take such a tiring access to the beach and therefore we ‘carjacked’ a public transport with IDR 100,000, hence each of us should pay IDR 10,000 to pay the driver.

At precisely 11:59 am we got there on the beach, which was very empty and the sun shone very brightly with the wind blew lightly.

Bocor beach is marvelous! No entrance ticket to pay and only few people know this site and therefore we found this place a great site to shout and throw away your hectic mind for the work pressure.

The sand is white and clear; compared to Kuta Beach, this one gets never contaminated by garbage from the sea.

Along the sight, there is only the white sand and the fair wind blowing moderately.







For sure, I have not enough words to express my happiness to be on Bocor Beach at that time. These pictures may represent how I felt that day.

We found we had been there for about three hours just to play around, chatting, joking, and swimming on the shore.

At three PM, we decided to prepare ourselves to get back to Solo because the last PRAMEK departing from the Kutoarjo station is at 5:30 PM.

The car we hijacked only drove us to the nearest bus station in the district of Kebumen.

While waiting for the bus leading to the Kutoarjo station arrived, we started to count the rest of money we had.

An officer of the bus station looked at us strangely. Smiling fairly, the officer began a conversation with us; meaning that the people of Kebumen are kind, indeed.




At five, we arrived at the Kutoarjo station. We had about 30 minutes until the last PRAMEK arrives there.

We got into the train at around 5:30 PM. Inside the train, a comedian Mr Gogon – I would say that he is the “President of Indonesian Punk” because of his “Mohawk” – was in the same room as us.

Tired, that was the word we had that time. No matter what, the journey to Kebumen is an unforgettable moment for us.




We would not forget that day because soon after that day, our friends like Uvah and Dindin would have their graduation meaning that they would go back home to their homes miles away from Solo.

The time I wrote this part, Uvah and Dindin said that they are in Solo no more. Good bye, my friends! 

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  1. We would not forget that day because soon after that day, our friends like Uvah and Dindin would have their graduation meaning that they would go back home to their homes miles away from Solo.

    The time I wrote this part, Uvah and Dindin said that they are in Solo no more. Good bye, my friends!

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