A crater and another crater within a yet another crater

7 July 2011

Sunrise over the three volcanoes

I set the alarm clock for 0020 in time for a 0100 departure from Malang to Mount Bromo. The journey in our white Land Rover to Cemoro Lawang took about 2h30. Once there, we waited in the chilly highland air for a beaten up local Toyota Landcruiser to take us further up.

To get to the Penanjakan #2 Viewpoint, we walked for about half hour but we could have done it on horseback. As it was only 0415 we had an hour till sunrise … and the viewpoint to more-or-less to ourselves before the crowds arrived.

The sun rose from behind us illuminating Mounts Batok in the foreground, the puffing ashcloud from Bromo on the left and Semeru in the background … and the big crater ring that surrounds the whole area. We descended back down to Cemoro Lawang which is at an altitude closer to the crater bed which is the Sea of Sand. Over breakfast here, our guide suggested that it may not be possible to scale to the crater of Bromo today as it was puffing.

We then saw two very dirty Dutch girls, grey ash all over their faces, clothes and hair. They had just come down from the crater and highly recommended it so we decided to give it a go.

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Climbing to Bromo crater

We drove down from Cemoro Lawang to the crater bed and walked across the Sea of Sand and slowly climbed Bromo. From Penanjakan, Bromo looked like just a hole in the ground but closeup it was quite an ascent.

The last bit to the crater had a staircase in place but it had been covered completely by volcanic ash. Villagers were there with shovels trying to clear it but it was a big job.

Walking up was a difficult as my foot would sink into the ash up to my thighs at times. Villagers were lovely with their encouragement … take it slowly, be careful etc.

While the crater wasn’t spectacular in its own right, it was amazing that we were on the rim of a live puffing crater … between major spurts … I guess the Dutch girls must have been there during a spurt which explains why they were so dirty.

Going back down was more difficult for me. Perhaps I have a slight fear of heights … or the possibility of sliding and tumbling down the whole way?

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The forgotten road

We emptied out our shoes of volcanic ash and set off at about 1000, bound for Ijen Plateau. Near Probolinggo, our English vehicle, the Land Rover broke down with some gearbox problem. Just as well we broke down outside a furniture shop as we were invited to rest and nap inside. That seems so weird … would that have happened in your country?!

To our surprise a backup vehicle arrived within one hour from nearby, rather than the company’s homebase back in Malang.

The road ahead hugged the northern coast of Java for a while and we crossed inland and uphill on some forgotten roads through majestic teak forests. You can tell that there was a road there before but it has completely disintegrated in parts. Strangely when you cross some district boundaries, the roads seem magically perfect again.

It was 1630 and nearly dark (yes, it’s like that in Java) when we arrived near Paltuding where we would spend the night. We were meant to go to a Kopi Luwak farm but we were all too shattered. That’s the coffee that’s processed through the gut of the civet cat.  In childish French vocabulary, one could call it caca-cafe (shit coffee).

Our Land Rover conveniently breaks down in front of a furniture shop so we go in for a rest.

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