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The moonscape of Bromo and its neighboring volcanoes has inspired many legends from the Hindu Tegger people who still inhabit the area. The area is possibly the most famous group of volcanoes in SE Asia and was on the top of my to do list. Public transport, cheap accommodation, and no guide requirements made this a surprisingly cheap adventure.
After a quick bite to eat at our "hotel" overlooking the smoking cones we headed out across the desert-like crater on foot. As we walked across the 3 km dusty plain we were surprised that we had still not seen a single tourist in Java even at this famous natural wonder.
Everyone has heard of animal sacrifices to the the gods but I never imagined that I would see it. Popery was in the air as the man and his son said some prayers over the flower assembly on the edge of the crater. I could not believe what I was seeing. The ritual was short. He grasped the sheep by the gruff of its neck and by it's back, gave a couple of swings, and tossed the trustworthy sucker into the smoking pit. The sheep screamed as it's legs broke while tumbling down the treacherously steep slope.
The next day was one of the longest of my year of travels. We got up at 3:00am to catch our jeep ride up to the top of a nearby mountain to get the postcard sunset view. It was a bit cloudy in the morning so I decided to wait to try to get a clear shot when the sun burt off the fog. This meant that we were going to have to walk back but we were told that it was only 2 hours so I wasn't too worried about it. I gave up on the fog clearing at about 7:30 and we started to walk. We could not find anyone who could tell us a direct path down so we started walking down the road. After only about a half hour we got picked up by a couple of Japanese folks who were making an eco movie.
A few typical ratty trucks passed us without stopping as we made our way down the mountain road with our thumbs out. Eventually a truck stopped. Not just any truck, maybe the newest fanciest truck I had seen in Java. We hopped in the back with the guitar cases and drum sets. The truck came to an abrupt stop when we arrived at the crater desert. We hopped out on the dusty barren landscape. Before we knew what was happening we were greeted by a half dozen fancy trucks. My heart rate quickened as more and more dudes with unnaturally large arms testing the elasticity of camouflage muscle shirts with automatic rifle logos were emerging in all directions. Then done up miniskirts hoped out to.
Ian also has a phobia of wild dogs. We saw several as we sucked flour fine sand for the hour long desert crossing. We made it back to the place in time for lunch at 11:00 am. The rest of the day was relatively uneventful but heavily draining as we worked our way to Yogykarta via bemo and minibus until only to arrive at 4:00 am.
Travbuddies: Ian (UK), Sweed Sisters