It’s almost three hours since we left Goa beach, the port where our boat began on cruise. The white mounds which looks like a hill stands out from the blue sea is getting closer. So small, but it was enough to make us excited. The boat approached slowly.
I did what everybody else did, take around in Lombok island after hiking Mount Rinjani. Bali’s close neighbour but main competitor at the same time, offer to it’s visitors a complete set of wonders. Sea to summit. Although only a day but I am grateful given a chance to visit some of the spot, Senggigi beach, Gunungsari traditional market, Batu Bolong temple, Sade traditional village, Tanjung Aan and Selong Belanak beach. Personally I prefer Lombok since its relatively not as busy as the island of God, Bali. It’s cultural acculturation also more pronounced while Bali dominated by Hindu. Hopefully I can go there again someday. What a splendid of Lombok.
It’s so crowded. Understandably it’s a long holiday. It didn’t take for long to me to feel the effect. It’s a little bit uncomfortable for being unable to fully control my walking speed. Too many people in front. Instead of chasing our porters, Hasan and Udin, I have even more left behind. Their speed is no match for me whereas they only wear flip-flop with a pair of twenty kilos basket in their shoulder for each person. Mean while Sari, Sisil, Fanani, Ferhat had their selfie time behind and Apoy already up in front. Fortunately, I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery along the way. Rinjani is so pretty. An exotic view outspread along the hiking trail from Sembalun. A vast grassland stretched decorated with a few numbers of stand alone tree. I wish they can talk maybe those trees will mourn lonely. The nature also shows it’s carving art in form of fractures, faults, cliffs, water stream, and sort of vertical holes which makes it more astonishing. At the top end there the crown lies with all its glory, the peak of 3726 ASL of Rinjani. Sometimes we spent so much time when taking a break just to realize how majestic it is. We’re mesmerized.
Finally, a happy ending for the second visit to one of the tourist icons of Indonesia, East Java especially . It’s paid off after the first visit two years ago ended with a nightmare, cloudy, got a rain in the desert, and worst of all, too many visitors. Thank you Lord, for Thy verses.
It’s still dark and flickering stars was crystal clear. Meawhile the wind blew the pungent smell occassionally. So many people gathered in the serene night. Their voices sounded boisterous. From up here they’re enjoying the wonders blue fire. Only the brave can see it close in the bottom of the crater thanks to the rocky slippery pathway and dense sulfur smoke. Through it all is an adventure for visitors. Yet it’s a daily routine for these man, the miners who make a living by way of traditional sulfur mining at the crater of Mount Ijen.
Cipaganti, Cititrans, X-trans, Baraya and name it all that shuttle car. So many of them, but still I prefer to travel by train from Jakarta to Bandung vice versa. I just used shuttle car once. Although I wanted to be faster and practical but there are times when I feel more excited during the trip than arrived at the destination.
Sampai satu dasawarsa yang lalu mungkin nama kota ini masih asing. Baru beberapa tahun terakhir Labuan Bajo mulai mencuat ke permukaan. Setidaknya ada tiga hal penyebab. Pertama, komodo. Ya, satu-satunya rute umum untuk mencapai ke pulau tempat tinggal makhluk pra sejarah yang masih tersisa di bumi melalui kota ini.