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I still can remember vividly the astonishing view of Mount Bromo during my first visit back in 2009: the beautiful sunrise and that apocalyptic feeling when you saw the sun appeared on the top of the mountain. It was crowded, obviously, because I was there on high season. After enjoying the sunrise, people walked towards the mountain to climb the 450 steep stairs that lead to the crater and stayed there for awhile to be once again mesmerised by the view.

It was beyond beautiful, and I thought I could take a trip down memory lane once more in 2016 (It’s 2017 now, I know. How late!)

I visited Mount Bromo for the second time during my road trip from Bali to Jakarta earlier last September. It was a sudden plan and neither I nor my husband brought a coat to cope with the cold temperature. But we went anyway.

Relying on Google Map, we arrived at the entrance of the Mount Bromo National Park. A man asked us to park the car at the given parking space and continued the journey using a jeep provided by them (not for free, of course). It was low season, so I saw only a few tourists, both locals and foreigners. I paid IDR450,000 for a jeep and a drive to take us to three places (Whispering Sands, Savannah, and Mount Bromo). I didn’t know if the price was okay or too expensive, but we didn’t have a choice anyway. We weren’t prepared to take a walk to Mount Bromo.

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The Whispering Sands, my favourite spot!

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In the middle of the Whispering Sands

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I could stay here for hours

The Whispering Sands of Bromo was amazing. It was a huge sea of sand and extremely quiet. Being a city girl, I couldn’t remember the last time I stood up in the middle of nowhere and my ears heard absolutely nothing. I thought maybe this was how it felt to be Matt Damon in The Martian. Alone in a huge desert. I could sit there for a few hours just to embrace the silence.

My next journey was Savannah. I came on the dry season, so it wasn’t as green as it usually does during the peak season. Still, the place was great to take photos!

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Pardon my face, it was a little bit raining.

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It was dry season so the scenery was not as flowery as usual, the guide said

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We were allowed to climb the hill if we wanted to

After the Whispering Sands and Savannah, my last journey was to climb the Mount Bromo itself. I thought it was going to be more or less the same as the Mount Bromo that I visited years ago but I was wrong. The eruptions changed its look. To reach the top of the mountain, I had to walk through the sea of sand (not the Whispering Sands), bypassed the Hindu temple, and climbed up a set of stairs to reach the crater.

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In front of the gate to the Mount Bromo

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The Hindu Temple on the way to Mount Bromo

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Near the climbing route

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Sculptures!

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Here it is, the chilling stairs

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The crater. My hubby took this photo while he was sitting too

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There I was, at the top of Mount Bromo and all I could do was sit

The scenery was more or less the same as my previous experience until I had to climb the stairs. The stairs were chilling, ladies and gentlemen. And on top of it, I didn’t dare to stand up when I reached the crater opening because the ground was too rough and I was too afraid to fall to the crater. Yep, I have a fear of heights if I don’t use any safety tools. The stairs’ structure used to be neat, and the area around the crater opening used to be flat and clean.

I remembered my dad once said that back when he was a child (flashback to around 50 years ago), he was always mesmerised by the magical view of Mount Bromo. It used to had a pure-white sea of sand and was surrounded by stone walls that soared up above the sky. Imagine the Rocky Mountain but waaaay more beautiful.

The eruption gradually changed Mount Bromo since then, but I still think that it never loses its charm.

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