When I was planing my trip to Central Java, I wanted to be sure that my itinerary included some kind of trekking adventure. Mount Merapi originally caught my eye–many tour operators advertised an overnight climb to see sunrise from the top of the mighty volcano. I was sold, but a quick internet search of Merapi told me that it had just erupted the month before and wasn’t currently safe to visit. Okay, regroup.
I knew almost nothing about Borobudur Temple when I arrived there on a starry morning one December day. I knew that it was a UNESCO World Heritage Site, the largest Buddhist structure in the world, and a beautiful place to watch the sunrise.
In my last post, I wrote about the Sundanese legend that explains the existence of the volcano Josh and I visited on our trip to Bandung. We did not yet know Tangkuban Perahu’s creation story at the point that we arrived, but I was nonetheless expecting our volcano expedition to be mystical.
Once upon a time, a beautiful girl named Dayang Sumbi lived in the ancient and mystical lands of West Java. As she grew, many noblemen and princes fell in love with her, but she spurned their advances and instead spent her days weaving beautiful textiles.
Last week saw the end of my fourth month teaching in Indonesia. It was a pretty slow month in terms of teaching. Local schools had a long holiday, so I had no in-school this month and only a few classes at EF. My lessons went wonderfully, but with no particular moments that stand out, I’m going to use this update to instead mention the highlights of my trip over Christmas break.