Mount Bromo, Indonesia

A Volcano Steeped In History and Legend.

A volcano dug by a love struck ogre with nothing but a coconut shell. A land of hope for a Hindu people as the original wave of Islam broke across the Island. Indonesia's love for this awe inspiring area is so great that most of them have never even heard of Krakatoa or its perilous past.

Set in the Sea of Sand, with the ever smoldering Mount Bromo in the background sits a large crater smoking ominously. Our first glimpse comes from above, as we stand on the terrifyingly high mountain. Dawn breaks and the sun casts light on the valley before us, showing a sea of fog and mist, from which the volcano rises eerily from. The scene is one, which despite all my previous travels, takes my breath away like never before. Which is a good thing, considering how we got there.

Firstly a man took me in a 2 hour drive though the mountains to get to our destinaton which was a little village. We had a snack at the village and then we caught a jeep to Mt Bromo. We had a fair steep part to climb of the volcano and then we had to climb 250 stairs to the top to look inside of the volcano. It was pretty easy. Just before we went up the stairs we bought a bunch of flowers for $1.00. These flowers are traditionaly used as offerings to the god that you throw into the volcano. So when we got to the top and we checked out the inside of the volcano, I threw the offering into the volcano but it just missed but I was hoping my wish still came true. Then we went down the volcano all very shocked. We then had lunch in the jeep, and travelled all the way back to the villages. Then we drove all the way back to the hotel for showers because we stank of Sulphr witch is from the volcano and for dinner.