We fumbled our way out of the warm comfort of the room right into the chill air of Bromo at four in the morning and hopped groggily on a waiting jeep. We shared the jeep with five others including the driver. Then we joined dozens other jeeps to dash across the sea of sand towards Mount Pananjakan where we’d watch the sun rising over Bromo. The ride was exhilarating. The road was a zig-zag and mostly uphill and it was…
WE left from Bungurasih Bus Terminal in Surabaya to Probolinggo where we were dropped on a road-side without really knowing what to do next. We knew they were minivans going up to Cemoro Lowong (the nearest town to Bromo) but we didn’t know how they looked like or what time of the day would they be departing. That was when some stupid Javanese came introducing himself as ‘the official tourist guide for buses to Mount Bromo’. That word ‘official’ had…
Surabaya that we found out is not really an entertainment city. We’d been through some physically and mentally challenging days in Bromo and later Ijen (will write about them in my next post) so we wanted to find a little bit of relaxation before wrapping our trip up and returned to our normal life back in Malaysia. Looking for a place to chill out has proved to be not an easy task in Surabaya. Even taxi drivers didn’t seem to…