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After hunting tourim with local people and foreign people. We live walk to museum to look around museum, moment in street we tired, after that we break in plant which shady. In there we also took some picture together. After that we continue walk to museum. Moment in street we look around very much of people seller souvenir. All of my friend buy. …
... route. The pot-bellied dwarfs pouring riches over the entrance also suggest that it was dedicated to Kuvera, the Buddhist god of fortune.
From here we moved a further kilometre east on to Candi Mendut, or Venu Vana Mandira, (Temple in the Bamboo Grove), which unlike most other central Javanese monuments which face east, opens to the north-west, and was discovered in 1836. The base and both sides of the staircase are decorated with ...
... of this morning's missed sleep! At Prambanan the foreigners were once again given sarongs to wear though sadly, like at Borobudur, they had to be returned at the end. As we walked across the path to the temples we were approached by two kids asking if we would like a tour which we declined but the girl said it was free of charge and just so they could practice their English so we went for it as we knew very little about the temples. Each temple contains a shrine to a ...
... army bunker that 2 pple died stuck inside during 1 eruption) and waited for sunrise with hot ginger tea. It had a fantastic view of my merapi too.
As the sun started to rise, the area started to light up. Could see more and more clearly mt merapi and the trail of destruction the eruption left. We also passed some villages which used to house 100 families tha thomes got wiped out.
Breathing in the fresh air and just being in nature is refreshing ...
... my straight lines theory to the test
in Vietnam, which was on another level altogether.
I eventually left the highway and climbed up into the cool air of the
mountains, asking the locals where Mt. Merapi was. They were all
really friendly, considering each of them was carrying a machete.
It was lucky I had learned a few words of Indonesian on the long
train journey from Jakarta, as no one spoke any English (as ...