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The journey from Jepara (the city 'home to the Swedes) in Probolinggo and' a perfect example of "slow travel by bus" in Indonesia. Another ... You think. It 's the rule ... I got it. Use almost 13 hours to do 250km of road. Exhausting. The fact that you are on Java, the island more 'populated country, has done nothing but make things worse.
The bus without air conditioning, and 'cluttered and, as tradition has no fixed stopping points, but stops when someone wants to raise or lower it. And there are only passengers. For long stretches and is' in the company of groups of guys trying to pick up some money playing the guitar or selling soft drinks, peanuts and snacks. As the only foreigner on the bus I am overwhelmed dagli "hello mister!" degli indonesiani.
Arrivato a Probolinggo mi faccio scaricare di fronte ad un hotel, sulla strada principale, e mi sistemo in una camera economica.
Il giorno successivo prendo un taxi collettivo (pulmino) e salgo a 2000m fino ai bordi del cratere del vulcano Bromo. E' una delle principali attrattive turistiche di Java e ci sono parecchie guesthouse nel piccolo villaggio ai margini della caldera.
L'aria fredda e una sveglia puntata alle 3.30 mi costringono a letto presto. Quando lo squillo del cellulare mi rianima mi trovo alle prese con una spasmodica ricerca di vestiti caldi: camicia, maglione, cappellino di lana, persino la giacca invernale. Sembro in procinto di partire per una spedizione alpina.
Mi butto in strada alla ricerca di un passaggio per il punto panoramico dal quale ammirare l'alba, posto a 2600m di altezza. Di fronte alla guesthouse, c'e' un gran movimento di jeep e 4x4 ma i veicoli sono gia' tutti pieni. In lontananza addocchio un ragazzo indonesiano in sella ad una moto. Appena mi avvicino mi offre un passaggio. In moto? Ma è sicuro? chiedo. No problem mister, mi rassicura. Negozio la tariffa e salto su. La strada scende all'interno del cratere: e' buoio pesto, fa freddo e c'e' una nebbia che impedisce di vedere a piu' di 10m di distanza. La carreggiata e' una striscia di sabbia nera, vulcanica. Ci si muove in difficolta'. Il ragazzo deve mettere giu' i piedi un paio di volte e fermare la moto perche' le route si bloccano nella sabbia fine. I begin to doubt that we will succeed. Yesterday afternoon, with the eye, the crater seemed to me at least 2 or 3 miles wide. At one point the road starts to climb. We're leaving the caldera and we started to climb up one of the edges. The white cloud of water vapor and sulfur gives way to a serene sky illuminated by stars of last night. The facial skin has lost sensitivity 'and I have the forehead and eyebrows dewy drops of icy water. I try to nascodermi as much 'as possible behind the body of the driver, to minimize the impact of cold air.
After an endless series of switchbacks finally reach the parking lot of the viewpoint. I shot a coffee 'boiling and eating a packet of wafers that had hidden in his jacket. 5 and we are the next morning.
The balcony and 'full of people. Someone has' deceived by the equatorial latitudes and around in shorts and sandals, try not to show it, but is suffering terribly. At an altitude of 2600m it is cold all over the world, especially if it is not 'yet risen sun.
The first segment gives a nod to 5.30, gradually illuminating the caldera and the volcano's slopes. It 's a spectacular view. Inside the crater there are two volcanic cones, smaller, one active. The dense white smoke coming out from the top 'and' an unstoppable flow. In the distance, beyond the deep crater of Bromo, the perfect cone of another volcano rising over 3000m. Every ten minutes, with the precision of a Swiss watch, shoot the arrogants of black smoke, rising into the sky, take the form of a mushroom.
Landscape and 'surreal. The crater of Bromo and 'still covered by a thick white cloud that hides the black sand, occasionally the cloud, like a glass of water filled to the brim, overflowing, spilling over the village on the edge the crater. The tips of two small volcanoes in the center, springing from the white expanse, the thick fumarole sulfur rises vertically to the sky and a high volcano in the distance, from the steep slopes, watch the scene. Except for the green fields and forest surrounding the crater of Bromo could have the sensation of being landed on a planet in space. Black and gray are the predominant colors of this landscape.
are not lost in the universe, I'm just enjoying another aspect of the tumultuous, wild, lively and unpredictable land of Indonesia.
Rene '

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Journey to the Center of Java

Imperative: leave Jakarta; away, forget it. Go to Jodja and immerse in the city 'more academic' large in Indonesia. Culture, after the madness.
Return to a pace more 'appropriate to the trip: wake up early and sightseeing before tropical temperatures make it untenable to move around. Spending quiet days to discover architectural treasures Borodbur as the stupa (a Buddhist stupa more 'big in the world) and the ruins of Hindu temples of Prambanan, seriously damaged by a recent earthquake.
I am in the middle of the island of Java and, unlike Jakarta, the region and the city 'of Jodja are rich in tourist attractions: the royal palaces, museums, cultural performances, exhibitions of handicrafts. In the evening the streets of Jodja are filled with college students and students on a trip, mingling with tourists in the frantic search for cheap souvenirs. Itinerant restaurants, stalls and rickshaws 'pedal crowded every available space and the air is already' wet his office is more of odors and flavors.
The City 'to Solo, a 1 ora di treno da Jodja, non ha lo stesso appeal della sua illustre vicina, ma vale comunque una visita per ammirare le piantagioni di the e i templi induisti che caratterizzano le verdi colline a est dell'abitato. Sull'isola di Java immergersi nella natura per scoprire angoli incontaminati non e' altrettanto facile come nella selvaggia e immensa Sumatra: la densita' della popolazione e' molto alta e sull'isola si contano oltre 120 milioni di abitanti.
Raggiungo poi la costa settentrionale dell'isola e mi fermo a Jepara dove incontro gli imprenditori svedesi, padre e figlio, conosciuti a Singapore. La zona pullula di mobilifici e saloni d'arredamento; dev'essere la Brianza dell' Indonesia. Ho giusto il tempo per passare una notte perche' il mattino successivo sono gia' su un battello in direzione dell'arcipelago di Karimunjaya, una delle poche zone ancora inesplorate di Java. Gli svedesi mi ospiteranno al loro resort!
Il vecchio traghetto, arrugginito dagli anni e dalla salsedine, arranca in un mare abbastanza mosso. Resto ancorato per 6 ore alla mia poltroncina, incapace di alzarmi, camminare e mangiare. Prima di arrivare nel resort di proprieta' degli svedesi devo ancora sorbirmi oltre 1 ora di trasferimento su una barca di legno, lunga una decina di metri. Disteso sul tetto, insieme ad un gruppo di operai diretti al resort, scruto le prime stelle di questo caldo crepuscolo nei mari del sud.
Arrivato sull'isola, privata, vengo sorpreso dal luxury of a 5-star hotel. In my bungalow octagonal shade of coconut palms, there 'air conditioning, satellite TV, a large double bed and bathroom with hot water. To the restaurant is 'already' a hot meal and a cold beer waiting for me, a royal welcome!
The next day I'm going to poke around. In less than one hour I have walked the entire circumference of the island and I could ascertain that, in addition to Lax - the owner - her brother and a group of workers on the island there's only me! The resort 'still closed and the activities' maintenance and' busy in the upcoming reopening.
Being alone on a tiny island tropical paradise or trap? The answer is probably 'related to the period of stay. In my case, there are only 2 per day, the feelings are very positive. A fiery sunset, as the mosquitoes I massacred her ankles, has closed a lazy day, so lazy that I did the first bath at 4 in the afternoon. I immersed myself in the vicinity of pier, surrounded by a bunch of sardines, I swam among thousands of shiny things that moved in perfect sync: amazing.
another excellent dinner in the evening, along with his brother and Lax. Only one regret: the next day and 'already' planned return to Java. See you at the Kura Kura Resort (www.kurakuraresort.com).
Rene '

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Fear and Loathing in Jakarta

I take a whole day to recover the stress of long bus trip. In Bandar Lampung there 'nothing to see except a square with a monument of elephants playing soccer and a viewpoint on a hill, from here you can see what remains of the volcano Krakatoa, and beyond, the coast of' island of Java, the next destinanzione.
Jakarta and 'a stone's throw away, I reach it easily with a minibus. The strait which separates Sumatra from Java and '... close ... by ferry and you put only 1 ½ hours to cover the distance.
Jakarta and 'as saying the Anglo-Saxons, overwhelming. The city 'more' big in Southeast Asia. A jungle underground more than 9 million people, growing to 'go crazy. A population growth and urban sprawl. Arriving on a hot Thursday afternoon, after I settled, I sit in one of the many restaurants overlooking the bustling Jalan Jaksa, the road of backpackers.
You know a boy in Indonesia. It helps me to decipher the menu and then stops to talk to. It makes the event coordinator at the Ritz Carlton in Jakarta and met an Italian Formula GP2 Asia (among other things I saw before the races in Malaysia F1 GP) named Mark Bonalumi and you feel your mobile phone to Anton , Indonesian, while we're at the restaurant. Anton at some point I pass it and it turns out that Mark and I 'of Lecco (23 years) by calling Bahrain!
I'm pretty tired but I let myself get to a night out. You go to Red Square vodka bar. Girls and wild dancing cube Anton pay me to drink (4 vodka redbull redbull with little shots of tequila and 2) I do the spacchiuso and drink it in a nano second shot (as he sips), exclaiming "I am a professional tequila" ( remembering the night in Italy with the legendary Cuervo Reposado, now replaced with chupito rum and pear). During the evening the turning point. Anton and I realize that 'gay ... It speaks to a finger from his face and I have the impression that he tried to kiss me!

We leave the bar at 2.30 that no longer support 'standing. The taxi turns around, you end up in his apartment. I closed the shit inside. I Corinth to the bathroom and the toilet twice Foppa (and clearly I think "fuck I'm vomiting in the toilet at the home of an Indonesian culattone") and I fell asleep, tired, and on the bed. Is not 'nothing happened, fortunately. He too was sleeping. Then at 5:30, awakened by the call of the muezzin tried to escape from the balcony below the roof of the house (I was alerted neighbors, who slept on their balcony, pulling pennies on the tin roof and saying "I need a taxi" who knows ... ' What the fuck have thought ...).

I already have 'a leg up on the roof but he stops me. I say fuck that now I'm going home. He finally frees me pero 'insists her home in the taxi and attempted one last pathetic approach with that I say I do not like the guys you have not got shit!

The next day I woke up at 13 with the brain still mush. I have 2 new on cell numbers of Indonesian girls who do not remember the name (I'll find out 'through the phonebook). A gun appears to be the sister of the woman and the other should be OK. What do I call?

guys mattissima evening. I spent the equivalent of € 5 for a total devastation.

I survived ...
Rene '