As soon as my feet touched the ground, I retracted. It was two in the morning when we decided to get up and get ready, but the task seemed ridiculously difficult at the moment. Snuggling back in the blanket, I gathered as much warmth as I could to make this less dreadful. The floor was too-too cold to walk on.
One cup of hot ginger tea and four layers of clothing later, we were finally in the jeep, going our way up. It was chilly outside, yet the amount of jeeps and bikes were plenty. People were all over the place, sipping coffee and getting ready for the trip ahead. Everything seemed oddly satisfying, maybe because I had no idea of how high up we were, or how deep the valley was to my left. Nevertheless, I was enjoying every bit of it and something told me I was in for a big surprise.
Mt. Bromo is situated in the midst of a plateau, surrounded completely with mountains, which offer spectacular views of the sunrise and the ridge itself. Even so, this was where the real struggle began. By now it was almost three, and the air was so chilling, making me shiver to an extent where I had no other option than to rent a jacket. So now, five layers of clothing later, we finally made it to the sunrise point. The reason we decided to reach so early was in the hope to view the Mt. Bromo Milky Way. When the sky is absolutely clear, you can see the stars arranged in such a pattern, it looks more like a replica of the Milky Way. Professional photographers set camp for days to capture this moment. But heres the trick. The weather on top keeps changing every moment, it could be clear once and cloudy the other. So basically, everything here depends on your luck. Unfortunately for us, Clouds filled every spot around us, that is why we also missed the sunrise. But we stayed a little longer, which means we waited long enough for the clouds to clear and were able to get a sunshiny view of the mountain.
To say it looked beautiful would be an understatement. It was more than just beautiful. It was magical. The sun was almost up and you could see the rays hitting the surface of the mountain making it absolutely picturesque. You could hear photographers at work, cameras clicking everywhere around us and for some unknown reason, all of this made me feel on top of the world. Its at a moment like this when I feel happy to realise that travel isn’t just an obsession to me, infact, these are the kind of moments I want to live for. It made me realise that my choice to travel will never be a wrong one no matter what situation I am in. That I shall always have a reason to live. And that everything will turn out just (bearably) fine.
So now it was around six thirty when we started our journey down the mountain, to get to the actual crater. And let me tell you, the ride itself made me go WOAH! The path was extremely steep but the view it offered was like a mixed blessing. Jeeps are parked at the base of the mountain, which means two kilometres of sand walk and one kilo meter of the climb. You could opt to climb a horse and ride up, but then whats the point in that? Its always better to earn what you get, so obviously we decided to go on foot. Mt. Bromo is an active volcano, last erupted in 2016. But unlike other volcanos, this one erupts very less amount of lava and more of sulphur powder. Since its active, it continuously gives out sulphur in the air making it difficult to breathe, so its best to not visit this place in the summer. Luckily for us, the rain settled the dust around, making the climb comparatively easy. There are exactly 250 steps up till the crater, and the thought of you standing right above hot lava could give anyone the heebie-jeebies.
Until you reach the top, you cannot hear a single sound from the volcano, except for people chattering around. But as soon as you arrive, its as if the volcano is roaring that its active and is ready for any sacrifice you are willing to provide. Your first reaction will definitely be a WOW up till the time you get so absorbed in watching the view that it makes your hair curl. All of a sudden you realise that you are actually standing very near to the mouth of an active volcano as if you din’t already know that. With nearly no protective barricades and two-feet of a width for a pathway, I refused to move at all, just wanted to simply stand there and watch the smoke coming out. I was so engrossed in it, losing all sense of any kind of movement around me or to actually calculate how high up I was. This was definitely something I wanted to remember so a huge shedload of pictures later, we were finally making our way down.
Obviously once you are done with everything, all you want to do is go back there and relive it. Have you had any experiences like this? If yes, comment it down below and share your story!! I would love to hear it out!!!!