After
say good bye to Bella and Jan in the bus station I went straight on to Probolingo
village. Apparently, I could take a bemo there for arrive to the base of Gunung
Bromo volcano.
Like
every time in Java I had to take the bus for move into. My obsession was to travel
with the locals, I mean, with the public buses that use the Indonesian people.
That one was an overnight bus from 6pm to 5am. Although, I was prepared for
suffer, the bus was one of the craziest than I’ve never taken. In every two
seats we travelled three people and I had to go in the middle of a couple. Also
the corridor was full of bags, food packs and alive chickens…
Here
occurred what I wanted to explain few posts before. In the middle of the night,
around 1am, happened that when I was trying to sleep I started to think about
Karma, the destiny, the energy, the good things that I did and the good thing
that I got by fortune.
In
resume, I guessed that something unfortunately had to occur me, don’t ask me
why.
Three
minutes after one guy left the bus and I felt that something was running bad. I
felt that he had stolen my mobile and I didn’t realize… Should that confirm
that Karma is present in our lives? Do I have to have faith in destiny? I just
want to keep in my mind that it was a big coincidence and an enormous weird
energy in these instant.
I
arrived to Probolingo three hours early. It was 2pm and nothing opened in the
street. I found the place where the bemos leave and I joined the two locals
around there until 7pm. It was a comfortable bamboo bench.
The
most annoying moment arrived that morning when I had to negotiate during three
hours for get a driver who could drive us for less than 12 people or less than
300.000 rupiah (30$)0in total. The roles in the Indonesian villages are the
roles and if you don’t like, get out from here, they told me…
Bromo
was ok. 2km walking through the sand desert and a short climb for get to the
crater. There I had my own adventure going down a little bit. It was worthy for
the picture that I got.
Like
everyone knows… the fun is how to get to the places not the place.
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