Sun rises, sun sets.
Trip Start Mar 09, 2011
102Trip End Apr 21, 2012
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Last night we stayed in these little bungalows in Moni, its such a quiet nice little village. All the people look like proper natives, I don't know how to explain them - they all have long hair and there was one guy with the biggest afro ive ever seen! And they wear the wraparound/robe type things and have the traditionally done tattoos. Everyones so nice aswell!
Last night before we went to bed one of the pigs was making an awful noise and we thought it might have been getting killed :-( that wasnt very nice.
This morning we were getting up for 3:30 to go to see the sunset, and there were roosters up all night doing there old cock-a-doodle-doing, it was like staying on a farm or something but I loved it!
Patrice picked us up at 4:30 again and we went to the mountain, walking up to the top we bumped into a massive group of Germans and suddenly there were all loads of people heading there, that was quite nice.
We got to the top with a bit of time to spare before sunrise and it was beautiful! You can see all over for miles and miles, there are hills and cliffs all round, and then the best bit of all... the crater lakes!
They can turn all different colours because of the minerals in the water. I'm just going to take this right off the sign to tell you about it -
"It is believed that spirits come to Kelimutu when people die. The maE (spirit) would leave its village and remain in Kelimutu forever. Before entering one of the lakes, the spirits would first meet Konde Ratu, the guard at the gate of Perekonde. Which lake the spirit would enter depends on its age and character when alive. The lakes look like colourful paints. The water's colour changes without and prior natural clues. The mineral contained in the water causes the water to change into unpredictable colour.
The situation in Kelimutu changes not only due to the lakes' colour but also to the climate. It is no wonder this mystical place has become a legend since the old days. Local people believe that this place is sacred. Please respect this site by not doing any damage or littering, and staying in the dedicated tracks."
The colours they were today were the brightest turquoise you could ever see, then the small one above that was a darker blue kind of colour, then the one on the other side was completely ink black!
Another sign that I found quite funny was "please stay on this side of the fanch" what the fuck's a fanch ay? Bless them, think they got all a bit confused.
It was amazing looking at it all and watching the sun rise up over us.
A little while after though all this cloud and fog had started coming in and we couldn't see hardly anything, it was still beautiful and had a really good feeling about it all.
We went back down all the steps (much easier on the way back!) and went to start the journey back again.
On the way back today the views were lush again and I saw some of the bits id missed when sleeping the day before!
It's such a beautiful country and the people live so simply and are really really happy, it seems to be one of the best places ever!
At one point we drove through this little village and there was a police car driving towards us really slowly, it was escorting loads of blokes on motorbikes and Patrice thought at first it might be because of a football match. Hundreds of bikes came after and then there were these big trucks, in the back and hanging off the back of them were all these guys dressed... well the only way I can describe it is like aboriginals, just not quite as wild. They had the cloth robes on again which went round there waist and then over one shoulder and they were holding sticks with feathers on them and stuff, it was all a bit weird and scary at first (kinda though they might all jump off and murder us or something!) but they carried on and there were more bikes and trucks. Then Patrice said "oh, there's a new priest in the village, this happens when the priests change" just after he told us that a pick up truck came past with 3 guys stood up in the back. We all can't remember what the priest was wearing now as we were all staring at the guys next to him instead, they were 2 more of the "aboriginal" looking chaps with these things on their heads and it was mental, I think the priest was wearing a white robe though. Should have taken some photos really, but was too involved in just staring at it all.
It was brilliant to see things like that and you get to learn a bit more about the place too.
We also noticed that some of the roofs on the huts had like extra bits on the top of them, kind of like a little extra triangle poking out the top of the normal roof shape, Patrice told us that different families have had the shapes passed down to them from their family before so they continue to build their houses like that.
At different points on the way along, people were working on the cliffs at the side of the road. We got to one part and everyone had stopped and there was a massive cue waiting, we could see a massive boulder in the middle of the road, it was all ok, it hadn't landed on anyone.... unless it was some poor bugger on a motorbike that had been banged over the other side and down the cliff!
So that took a while to all clear and that was about it!
Got back and in the room now, ready for another early morning tomorrow! Nunight xxx