Colin attempting to see the sunrise from Bromo through clouds of volcanic sulfur and ash. The choking smell of sulfur killed all hopes of being able to eat eggs for breakfast.
The temperatures get down to 4 degrees C in the mornings up on Bromo, hence Colin being bundled in a coat and jacket. The locals wrap batik sarongs around themselves like capes.
Mt. Bromo (the small one spewing out sulphur on the left) and another cinder cone viewed from the ledge of the caldera. Without a flashlight we almost got lost in the ash fields in the foreground as we hiked in the dark.
A Hindu pura in the caldera surrounding Mt. Bromo in East Java. We woke up at 4 in the morning to catch sunrise from the top of Bromo.
For Amanda's birthday we saw the Ramayana Ballet at Prambanan Temple. The show was great with traditional costumes and dance aesthetics. The dancer on the right could be amazingly expressive with his toes.
The old woman on her 25th birthday. We fetched the cake from the other side of Yogya on a motor bike. It's an acquired skill to weave through Javanese traffic; your horn is more necessary than turn signals. The cake looks better than it tasted; it was no hazelnut torte.
A full gamelan orchestra accompanying a Wayang Kulit (buffalo hide shadow puppet show) of the Ramayana story. Which is like Javanese Romeo and Juliet with more ogres.
On the top level of Borobudor, stupas house images of Buddha.
Buddha's view from the temple (one of the few intact Buddha's left in the temple, many are sans head).
Colin in front of Borobudor, once covered by the jungle in this remote area. It was rebuilt stone by stone by archeologists after being rediscovered by Raffles.
Borobudor Temple, built in the 9th century outside of Yogoyakarta. Over 1,000 reliefs of Buddha's life line the walls of the structure. Pilgrims circumambulate each level three times and learn the story of Buddha's life.
Amanda posing with a giant head, one of the many pieces of public art in Yogya.
Taking a becak to the Royal Palace in Yogyakarta. There are probably a thousand becak drivers in the city, all anxious for work. It was raining a lot while we were there so we took them often. We spent a week in Yogya enjoying the local art, cultural performances, batik markets and bustling "small" city life. (Comparatively, Yogya is a small Javanese city with 800,000 people).
A rambutan breakfast in Bogor, it's like lychee for Whos. Indonesia has some great fruit and it is all really cheap.
Amanda gazing up at a huge tree in the Botanical Gardens.
The view from the balcony of our guesthouse in Bogor which is an hour train ride from Jakarta. Bogor is home to a 40 hectare Botanical Garden founded by Sir Stamford Raffles, who is kind of a big deal in SE Asia. The town is generally rainy which made us feel at home sloshing through the muddy market streets.
Botanical Gardens, Bogor where we were swarmed with several families of Indonesian's wanting to take photos with us. People were running across the lawn to get their photo taken and we we're saying "cheese" for about 20 minutes.
Amanda getting interviewed by a local school girl. Students practice their English by coming up to tourists on the street, saying "excuse me misssster?" asking to speak with you. We have been swarmed several times by groups of curious Indonesia's wanting to take photos and talk to you.
Colin sitting on a cannonball in the old Dutch quarter of Kuta. The canals around this
Three wheeled rickshaw in Indonesia's giant metropolis, Jakarta.
Colin attempting to see the sunrise from Bromo through clouds of volcanic sulfur and ash. The choking smell of sulfur killed all hopes of being able to eat eggs for breakfast.
The temperatures get down to 4 degrees C in the mornings up on Bromo, hence Colin being bundled in a coat and jacket. The locals wrap batik sarongs around themselves like capes.
Mt. Bromo (the small one spewing out sulphur on the left) and another cinder cone viewed from the ledge of the caldera. Without a flashlight we almost got lost in the ash fields in the foreground as we hiked in the dark.
A Hindu pura in the caldera surrounding Mt. Bromo in East Java. We woke up at 4 in the morning to catch sunrise from the top of Bromo.
For Amanda's birthday we saw the Ramayana Ballet at Prambanan Temple. The show was great with traditional costumes and dance aesthetics. The dancer on the right could be amazingly expressive with his toes.
The old woman on her 25th birthday. We fetched the cake from the other side of Yogya on a motor bike. It's an acquired skill to weave through Javanese traffic; your horn is more necessary than turn signals. The cake looks better than it tasted; it was no hazelnut torte.
A full gamelan orchestra accompanying a Wayang Kulit (buffalo hide shadow puppet show) of the Ramayana story. Which is like Javanese Romeo and Juliet with more ogres.
On the top level of Borobudor, stupas house images of Buddha.
Buddha's view from the temple (one of the few intact Buddha's left in the temple, many are sans head).
Colin in front of Borobudor, once covered by the jungle in this remote area. It was rebuilt stone by stone by archeologists after being rediscovered by Raffles.
Borobudor Temple, built in the 9th century outside of Yogoyakarta. Over 1,000 reliefs of Buddha's life line the walls of the structure. Pilgrims circumambulate each level three times and learn the story of Buddha's life.
Amanda posing with a giant head, one of the many pieces of public art in Yogya.
Taking a becak to the Royal Palace in Yogyakarta. There are probably a thousand becak drivers in the city, all anxious for work. It was raining a lot while we were there so we took them often. We spent a week in Yogya enjoying the local art, cultural performances, batik markets and bustling "small" city life. (Comparatively, Yogya is a small Javanese city with 800,000 people).
A rambutan breakfast in Bogor, it's like lychee for Whos. Indonesia has some great fruit and it is all really cheap.
Amanda gazing up at a huge tree in the Botanical Gardens.
The view from the balcony of our guesthouse in Bogor which is an hour train ride from Jakarta. Bogor is home to a 40 hectare Botanical Garden founded by Sir Stamford Raffles, who is kind of a big deal in SE Asia. The town is generally rainy which made us feel at home sloshing through the muddy market streets.
Botanical Gardens, Bogor where we were swarmed with several families of Indonesian's wanting to take photos with us. People were running across the lawn to get their photo taken and we we're saying "cheese" for about 20 minutes.
Amanda getting interviewed by a local school girl. Students practice their English by coming up to tourists on the street, saying "excuse me misssster?" asking to speak with you. We have been swarmed several times by groups of curious Indonesia's wanting to take photos and talk to you.
Colin sitting on a cannonball in the old Dutch quarter of Kuta. The canals around this
Three wheeled rickshaw in Indonesia's giant metropolis, Jakarta.
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!
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