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Living near a volcano Bromo
Bromo volcano - the most memorable of all the three and a half month trip. I still remember with a shudder - will survive this natural delight again.
To the foot of Bromo we arrived in the evening. Reluctantly climbed into the local broken-down bus, in which the through holes in the floor can be seen broken asphalt, and went upstairs. The higher the climb, the colder it became. Gradually we moved in a very dense fog.
Houses on either side of the road had disappeared, she herself became a single sideband. My hunch is that the edges of the road opens, but I tried not to think about, because already it was terrible. A few minutes later it started to rain.
They came to the first Guest and rejoiced: entrance to the city near the volcano is closed. Erupting volcanoes, flying stones, falling roof, flying ash. You can here only here for 5 km to the city. And in the yard, the night, the wind howls, the rain comes, nicherta not see a guest opened the only one people and there is no choice in general, and not. I had to stay.
We asked for a room about three hundred rubles, including 15% tax, which is basically normal. Around no cafes, no shops, so it is very convenient that in the guestbook of a normal cafe, even porridge and potatoes. However, very cold and hot shower in a separate house. But thank God that at least he is, cold water, as usual, it would be impossible to wash in the street at the time was 12-15 degrees. Electricity on the generator, the light died out sometimes. In short, it feels like a cheap horror film. Could not sleep for a long time: the wind howled like a madman, earplugs are not saved, we had to sleep in fliske since under three blankets were still cold.
At 4 am we were awakened by hiking to the volcano were going to meet a dawn, but we sent them together, as it was given to us the dawn, and the rain poured down. We fell asleep on up to seven.
In the morning though normally looked at a guest.
The ceiling shines and sometimes leaking. But basically comfortable.
The ceiling shines and sometimes leaking. But basically comfortable.
Did not ask people how they roll up at 4 am ... breakfast, packed up and went to the volcano on foot. The roar of the wind did not stop. All fasten the kind of thing which could find.
The first thing that struck: the ashes. Everything around them is covered. It and vegetables grow.
Going up the hill hard. But we are accustomed to. In the eternal "hello Mister" does not react to appeals to bring - well.
And here is the same city. Cops, rescuers and humanitarian aid. All except homes, closed, nothing works. Local walk, wrapped in blankets. Apparently, the truth erupts .... Already terrible, but we go further. We look into some abandoned houses: the ashes.
On the way, catch philanthropists. Incident, five minutes fotkat. But at least I said thank you, and that is good. Gold immediacy, as in most rural Indonesians.
There he is. Reached. From it can be seen only the first, everything else - in a dense cloud. Wind so that knocks down. Some local boys make a wooden wind vane - the turntables spinning so that as much buzz.
A bit of information: Mount Bromo in East Java has a height of 2300 m above sea level. Constantly active, much has erupted for the last time in 2007. It has several craters, all located in the center of the sandy beach, which makes life easier for the local population.
Cloud dairy and penetrates us. We have already seen this in Sumatra.
A pair of classic frames in three clothes - and my husband pulls down, walk through the sand to the sea.
Way down. Ashes thoroughly washed out with water. Trees broken, lights as well tarmac general skived. Eruptions - incredible power.
For this ashen muck local chase up and down on stools. Accustomed. They tried to sell us a wool cap. I had almost decided to buy ... Very cold.
Almost reached the sea. Live trees for kilometers around the volcano there.
A little bit of Mars. Very dense cloud moves quickly. Sometimes it pours. Wind whistles and hurts the party.
In good weather and without eruptions can go to the very crater. Who - is strictly forbidden. And the climb there only one to whom life is not the way.
Once the grass is growing.
Seen too many clouds, sand and ashes. Try to go to the observation deck - the wind literally not allowed. They spat and went home to watch Sherlock Holmes Livanov. Upset.
Grandmother in their own garden.
Pouring at intervals of 15 minutes. Wet children return from school.
Returned to Hestia. Wonderful low clouds.
The day ended joyless Muslim cemetery.
This could finish the story about Bromo, but there it was.
The next morning we had to leave. I accidentally woke up early and saw a hole in the curtains, the sky is something blue! Jumped up, shook her husband, a 10-minute gathered, ran a cafe in the guestbook, persuaded six people in Europe, agreed to the carrier. Six of us took a jeep and drove for two at the very observation deck, offering splendid views. Yesterday it was done, of course, useless.
Most fucking lay ahead of us: come out and suddenly - land sympathetic shaken, the air thundered, and much more than the usual smell of sulfur. We went around the corner and opened their mouths: erupting volcanoes something!
With the roar, sometimes shaking the ground, making a noise and explosions erupted in the sky it is a cloud of dust, second by second. Dust rose and floated slowly toward the city and our Guest, covering the places in which we went yesterday ...
Mouths were not closed. All spun around on the local cage, but he was once on the drum. Encouraged pofigisticheski local reaction, we climbed up the hill. - We are here. Canadians, Americans, British. Kind of like.
Views are those that are more likely to want to fall on each bitch than to turn away.
Volcanic terrain: all in black ash, smoke covers the city and out into the valley, there is no vegetation, trees gnawed like a very obvious faults of the soil.
We climb.
There were no words.
The show lasted.
Here it is clearly seen as the smoke covers the city.
Here it is clearly seen as the smoke covers the city.
Most pop that was just a guest at flows of volcanic ash. It can neither breathe nor speak, nor look through the eyes. Local immediately fastened gauze bandages. After 5 minutes of finding the person on the street is dark gray in color, and all the clothes had to beat a stick. Breathe through handkerchiefs and left as soon as possible.
There were no cash scandal, of course (it turns out, the food is also sold only with a tax of 15%). But this handsome fooled themselves, because we have all the money very carefully considered and their interests, we stupidly left cash :)
To the foot of Bromo we arrived in the evening. Reluctantly climbed into the local broken-down bus, in which the through holes in the floor can be seen broken asphalt, and went upstairs. The higher the climb, the colder it became. Gradually we moved in a very dense fog.
Houses on either side of the road had disappeared, she herself became a single sideband. My hunch is that the edges of the road opens, but I tried not to think about, because already it was terrible. A few minutes later it started to rain.
They came to the first Guest and rejoiced: entrance to the city near the volcano is closed. Erupting volcanoes, flying stones, falling roof, flying ash. You can here only here for 5 km to the city. And in the yard, the night, the wind howls, the rain comes, nicherta not see a guest opened the only one people and there is no choice in general, and not. I had to stay.
We asked for a room about three hundred rubles, including 15% tax, which is basically normal. Around no cafes, no shops, so it is very convenient that in the guestbook of a normal cafe, even porridge and potatoes. However, very cold and hot shower in a separate house. But thank God that at least he is, cold water, as usual, it would be impossible to wash in the street at the time was 12-15 degrees. Electricity on the generator, the light died out sometimes. In short, it feels like a cheap horror film. Could not sleep for a long time: the wind howled like a madman, earplugs are not saved, we had to sleep in fliske since under three blankets were still cold.
At 4 am we were awakened by hiking to the volcano were going to meet a dawn, but we sent them together, as it was given to us the dawn, and the rain poured down. We fell asleep on up to seven.
In the morning though normally looked at a guest.
The ceiling shines and sometimes leaking. But basically comfortable.
The ceiling shines and sometimes leaking. But basically comfortable.
Did not ask people how they roll up at 4 am ... breakfast, packed up and went to the volcano on foot. The roar of the wind did not stop. All fasten the kind of thing which could find.
The first thing that struck: the ashes. Everything around them is covered. It and vegetables grow.
Going up the hill hard. But we are accustomed to. In the eternal "hello Mister" does not react to appeals to bring - well.
And here is the same city. Cops, rescuers and humanitarian aid. All except homes, closed, nothing works. Local walk, wrapped in blankets. Apparently, the truth erupts .... Already terrible, but we go further. We look into some abandoned houses: the ashes.
On the way, catch philanthropists. Incident, five minutes fotkat. But at least I said thank you, and that is good. Gold immediacy, as in most rural Indonesians.
There he is. Reached. From it can be seen only the first, everything else - in a dense cloud. Wind so that knocks down. Some local boys make a wooden wind vane - the turntables spinning so that as much buzz.
A bit of information: Mount Bromo in East Java has a height of 2300 m above sea level. Constantly active, much has erupted for the last time in 2007. It has several craters, all located in the center of the sandy beach, which makes life easier for the local population.
Cloud dairy and penetrates us. We have already seen this in Sumatra.
A pair of classic frames in three clothes - and my husband pulls down, walk through the sand to the sea.
Way down. Ashes thoroughly washed out with water. Trees broken, lights as well tarmac general skived. Eruptions - incredible power.
For this ashen muck local chase up and down on stools. Accustomed. They tried to sell us a wool cap. I had almost decided to buy ... Very cold.
Almost reached the sea. Live trees for kilometers around the volcano there.
A little bit of Mars. Very dense cloud moves quickly. Sometimes it pours. Wind whistles and hurts the party.
In good weather and without eruptions can go to the very crater. Who - is strictly forbidden. And the climb there only one to whom life is not the way.
Once the grass is growing.
Seen too many clouds, sand and ashes. Try to go to the observation deck - the wind literally not allowed. They spat and went home to watch Sherlock Holmes Livanov. Upset.
Grandmother in their own garden.
Pouring at intervals of 15 minutes. Wet children return from school.
Returned to Hestia. Wonderful low clouds.
The day ended joyless Muslim cemetery.
This could finish the story about Bromo, but there it was.
The next morning we had to leave. I accidentally woke up early and saw a hole in the curtains, the sky is something blue! Jumped up, shook her husband, a 10-minute gathered, ran a cafe in the guestbook, persuaded six people in Europe, agreed to the carrier. Six of us took a jeep and drove for two at the very observation deck, offering splendid views. Yesterday it was done, of course, useless.
Most fucking lay ahead of us: come out and suddenly - land sympathetic shaken, the air thundered, and much more than the usual smell of sulfur. We went around the corner and opened their mouths: erupting volcanoes something!
With the roar, sometimes shaking the ground, making a noise and explosions erupted in the sky it is a cloud of dust, second by second. Dust rose and floated slowly toward the city and our Guest, covering the places in which we went yesterday ...
Mouths were not closed. All spun around on the local cage, but he was once on the drum. Encouraged pofigisticheski local reaction, we climbed up the hill. - We are here. Canadians, Americans, British. Kind of like.
Views are those that are more likely to want to fall on each bitch than to turn away.
Volcanic terrain: all in black ash, smoke covers the city and out into the valley, there is no vegetation, trees gnawed like a very obvious faults of the soil.
We climb.
There were no words.
The show lasted.
Here it is clearly seen as the smoke covers the city.
Here it is clearly seen as the smoke covers the city.
Most pop that was just a guest at flows of volcanic ash. It can neither breathe nor speak, nor look through the eyes. Local immediately fastened gauze bandages. After 5 minutes of finding the person on the street is dark gray in color, and all the clothes had to beat a stick. Breathe through handkerchiefs and left as soon as possible.
There were no cash scandal, of course (it turns out, the food is also sold only with a tax of 15%). But this handsome fooled themselves, because we have all the money very carefully considered and their interests, we stupidly left cash :)
