When visiting popular tourist spots in Indonesia be prepared to pose for photos with the locals. They especially love the whiteys, but they’ll settle for the Japanese.
Sometimes we do really silly things, like wake up at 3am to take a one hour ride to a 40-minute hike to get to the summit of a small hill to see a less-than-spectacular sunrise over an ancient Buddhist temple. In theory, it sounded like a wonderful idea and in pictures it looked amazing. In reality, we were tired, sleepy, and surrounded by about 50,000 other people, some of whom spent more time taking selfies than actually watching the sunrise. Although I can’t say I blame them. It was hazy, cloudy and far from amazing.
The van was quite nice. I wish all transportation in Indonesia was this comfortable.
Look at all of the suckers who woke up early and paid to climb a big hill to see the sunrise.
You can buy these fire-lit balloons and set them afloat as the sun rises. It’s all fun and games until one of them gets stuck in a tree and almost crashes down on your head.
I think I’m more of a sunset person. Maybe I’ll like sunrises when I’m old and wake up before dawn for no good reason.
This was supposed to be a sunrise over Borobudur Temple, but I can’t see the damn temple from all the way over here.
About 30 minutes after the sun rose, we made our way back down the hill to get back in the van to head over to the temple. Did I mention that we were dumb enough to go here on a Sunday? In addition to all of the foreign travelers, there were a ton of locals there too.
Everyone has to wear a sarong when entering the temple. I took off my shorts and underwear and only wore the sarong. Security got all pissy about that.