Javanese father and son. They’ve toiled along the same slice of sea for generations – day in and day out. They fish all night under the warm glow of a kerosene lamp, and return home in the early morning to their homes on the beach. In the afternoon they prepare hundreds of fishing line and hooks for the nights’ work.

It wasn’t jealousy I felt, but an admiration – for their simplicity, their peace, and their shelter from the world. We talked for a while and both went our separate ways.