Monday 11/08 - Tuesday 12/08
And then at about 5.15 we saw the first break of dawn and the light outlined the magnificent contours of the surrounding mountains.
As the light began to fill the sky, we caught our first glimpse of Mount Bromo which was surrounded by a sea of white clouds.
|Blanket of white fog|
|Evidence of the harsh terrain and contours of the landscape|
|Looking particularly 'spritely' at about 5.30 am|
As we were waiting for the sunrise we were fooling around a bit using the 'erupting' volcano as a background.
|Joy eating the sun|
|Blurry sunrise selfie|
|Rox has a glowing stone on her head!|
|Joy looking brave at the foot of Mount Bromo (face unmasked - the smell hadn't hit us yet)|
|Rox starring back at the flurry of locals trying to offer tourists masks, flowers (used as offerings) and even donkey rides to the foot of the Volcano|
|Epitomises the not forced-smile-look|
|Place where the locals gather for the offerings feast|
Similarly, many tourists and locals alike throw bunches of flowers into the heart of the Volcano. These make for better throwing than say a live and bound chicken and since they are inedible, the local men leave them to actually fall into the vast depths of the crater.