First days are general shock. I never thought that my beloved meditation would be this hard.
There is something truly powerful in all that covers. They can make you really invisible, small and not considered. That gives you false illusion of safety. These clothes, they will protect you. Yes, absolutely. But why should you be protected at the first place?
Perfect place to relax outside of Malang. You would be swimming in the natural lake with friendly fish. The water comes from the nearby stream and the swimming pool is about 4 meters deep at one of the ends. On the other side you can find a piece of a sandy beach. Water is cold, but due to its constant flow, very clean and refreshing.
We walked in a fresh cool mountain air. Throught the fields, pass the streams, into the woods. We bathed in waterfalls, listened to the birds and played with monkeys. We became part of this forest and it welcomed us and gave us a refuge.
,The enormous crater is so close. Covered with yellow mineral, constantly emitting enormous amounts of smoke. It seems to be alive. Now I understand why locals believe in powers of the mountain. It has its own soul and its force cannot be compared to any human force. It is wild and gorgeous.,
Secret beach, where ‘bule’ never come to visit. Fishermen beach. Their small blue boats, fortified with bamboo construction, stand in a row in front of the wavy Indian ocean. Fisherman use the bamboo structure for pushing them into the water, and pulling them out again when the day of a hard work is over.
In the arms of a tiny bay, rocks are covered with green and dun algs. Continue reading Which Yogyakarta beach is your favourite?
The kindness of people, peace and incredible beauty of this place stole my heart.
The bus smells of sweat and cigarette smoke. Two minutes into the trip and driver already puts a crazy loud music on. I cannot hear anything now. The base is crushing my ears. There is just one thought in my mind- somebody turn off this music please! He will turn it down in a moment, I think to myself. It is surely impossible that passangers could go on like this, it is just one song he likes, for sure. Few minutes have passed and it continues. Nobody reacts. Young Indonesian boy sitting next to me is travelling from Medan to Jakarta. He does not know how to ask the driver to turn the music down. Finally I stand up and shout at the top of my lungs, trying to be lauder than this mad noise- ‘Turn the music down! Turn it down! …Please’. At the same time I am holding with one hand to the sit in front of me and pointing at the speaker with the other, trying not to bump my head against the low ceilling. Some people join me in my screams and he gets it. ‘Tirima kasih!’ Now I can hear the guy burping repeatedly in the back. My neighbour is asking me something. ‘Miss, you married?’
Hitch- hiking in Indonesia is challenging. Without basic knowledge of Bahasa Indonesia it is almost impossible. Turning down buses, taxis and mini vans. Then explaining the idea of hitch-hiking to Indonesian drivers, and then again trying to teach them how it works for free. Anyway, we did it. Me and my two great Polish travel companions. We hitch- hiked through the jungles, mountains, crazy villiges and busy cities. We searched for a places to sleep in the middle of the night, relyed on the kindness of strangers, faced the incredibles adventures, crashed weddings, trusted in unknown and in a world to treat us well. Thank you girls to be my travel friends and thanks to all amazing Indonesian people who helped us on our way across Sumatra.