While trekking on Mount Merapi can be painful, it remains rewarding. Lungs breathe clean moist air. Eyes absorb hitherto unseen sights. Every atom feels alive.
Yet, this particular sunrise seems too harmonious to be described as such. It is far too gentle, transient, inviting and quiet.
I found myself wondering, why can't I be hornier? A mountain ram, with its exquisitely curved horns, is a skillful climber. So too a forest stag with a rack of antlers. Horny creatures, it seems, are better at climbing.
Our local guide, a patient, humourous, devious person, seemed to be smoking non-stop.
He lied to us that friend is 'pacar' in Bahasa Indonesia when it should be 'teman'. It led to a modicum of embarrassment the next day.
P.S. pacar = girlfriend
Wearing a hat doesn't hide the fact that you're bald.
Someone - a scientist, I think - once said that it's easy to discover new fungi and name them after yourself. These organisms are abundant and fairly useless to humans, therefore not well studied.
Erioderma Yaoyao sounds like an interesting name.
There are many moments during this trek that I felt like giving up. So tempting to just sit somewhere and while the night away. So tough to stay awake. So easy to fall asleep. Whatever happened, I am thankful.