p-day. hiking. boiled eggs. pink-maned pony.

Hiking to Tangkuban Parahu, an 8 km mountain trek from our
friends' house in Lembang to the crater, hot springs,
and other general loveliness.




Just. . .Indonesia

Indonesia, again. She was taking this bundle of firewood back down to
the . . . apa namanya? Pasar.What is that word in English?
Anyway, to the pasar -- 5k away. We each tried carrying it. No way.

Having completed another forty minutes of really ridiculously steep steps
through the jungle. Honestly, it was hilarious, and if we hadn't been laughing
so hard,we would have been crying.
It was like two hours of non-stop, full-on lunges.

We boiled eggs for lunch. I don't even like boiled eggs. But from a hot spring? Okay.
There's a popular ad here that always end"Kalau bukan sekarang, kapan lagi?" ---
If not now, when again? That kind of sums up what Indonesia is like.
Also, re: boiling eggs in sulfuous craters? I met an American couple there and we had a nice, long talk about liability issues outside of the United States -- the place was a mother's worst nightmare. But such the best.

Pony in a poncho and pink mane. Told you it was magical.