The coldest place I’ve been in recent history. Cold, windy, and *so* much fun. The best part of putting this post together was reliving the ridiculousness of this day.
We packed 6 people + the driver into a jeep at 3:30am to go see sunrise over the mountain, rode tiny horses part of the way – just because we could, and were almost blown off the mountain by gale-force winds to see… NOTHING! Bromo was covered in clouds the entire time we were there and we spent a lot of the time in thick fog, having our faces sandblasted on the Sea of Sand. It would have been a legendary travel failure if I wasn’t with such an awesome group of friends.
Oh, and just for good measure, I quite nearly threw one of my rather expensive lenses off the volcano. Because that’s how I roll.
I may have to go back to Bromo again when it’s not low season to try again to catch those awesome postcard views of the sun rising over the volcanos.