Wake up at 2:15 am. Check-out fifteen minutes later. The driver that will take us to the base of the volcano Batur is a completely dumb: he loses his car keys. We wait frozen in the hall of the hotel for a miracle.
Fortunately, a little later, he found them attached to the door of the car. I already said he is a dumb?
Let’s start. The car accelerates and storms out. We were shaken right and left. The boss-driver is extremely stressed. It seems the white rabbit: it’s late, it’s late … Paul dares to ask if we can stop for a coffee. He silenced him in a bad way.
We stop for a quick breakfast along with all other walkers divided on other cars. We’re pretty equipped for the climb, many tourists are in T-shirt and shorts. We are freezing inside our sweatshirts, they will die frozen, poor things! We start again and we arrive at the final parking. I omit the details on the toilet … dredfull!Torches in hand we begin to climb. We are calm, we are informed from the driver that the walk is easy, suitable for all, also for children and old people. We are young and quite fit. It is a little slippery but doable. We proceed. One two three curves in the middle of the vegetation and finally we see the top of the volcano illuminated by the full moon!!
But what are those lights perpendicular to the mountain? They are beautiful and they light up an entire side with a straight line towards the valley, towards us. Aren’t they other climbers, are they? The path is steep. The lights proceed slowly toward the summit…they do are climbers!!!
Easy walking?? WTF!! The legs start to give in, your breath becomes short, but we are really paying for this trip? The Sellers are liars in every part of the world (and I know well) !!!
We stop several times. My friend Cri tells me the story of the pressure: “We need to acclimatize step by step then we can proceed easier…” I spit Marlboro and Camel at every stop:”If I survive I stop smoking!” I propose to myself. After two hours we are on top, then we sit waiting for the dawn, shivering, sweaty wet, thirsty and upset. I light a cigarette to warm me up (I know what I had just promised, but as a good ex-seller…I lied!), while we admire the spectacle of the lake below still asleep. The wait seems endless. Tom tooks the opportunity to take a nap. Then slowly the sky begins to be colored yellow and orange, but ominous clouds approaching. For a moment everything is covered…But finally here it is!
The sun peeps through the cumulus clouds. The fog thins out and everything is tinged with gold. The colors come alive. And once again I find myself thinking “thank you!”.
I ❤ Bali.