It's a good day to share stories with you, this time I want to invite you still in the beautiful scenery of East Java. I would like to share my experience to Bromo by motorcycle.

It was Monday, May 1, 2017 is a national holiday or commonly known as #MayDay. The streets in Surabaya and Sidoarjo have started to congestion when laborers from other regions concentrate their destination to the East Java governor's office that day. Path switching is considered the most telling solution in breaking down the bottleneck. I do not like to traffic jam, I choose to leave Sidoarjo trying to a new place that I have never visited.

Capitalize money Rp 200.000, - I leave with my Motorcycle complete with my jacket and sandal. There are things that I never forget when leaving the typical cloth of the Baduy tribe that I bought last November. At 8:00 am I left and did not forget to breakfast, that morning I ate pecel rice + hot tea for Rp. 9,000, then I go to gas stations to fill gasoline.

On the way, I listened to the radio through my earphones to ensure there was no traffic jam in the places I was going to go. On this trip I went alone, as did my other trips. For me to go alone is one thing that can create inner peace. Previously I've been to Bogor itself from Jakarta, around Jakarta itself, to Semarang itself, to Malang itself and some other places. There is always a calming story.

Route My trip this time to Sidoarjo -> Porong -> Gempol then I will determine my direction later. I have two directions to my destination, to Malang or east to Pasuruan. I choose to Pasuruan because I really have never been here, I just want to find a new place that I have never visited. The streets had jammed when I arrived in Pasuruan, many protesters who had just arrived using motorcycles, trucks and buses. I do not remember what time I arrived in Pasuruan, but it seemed a long time.

My journey continues to Probolinggo, the reason is because I see Probolinggo writing on the same line. A little smile looked southward and for a moment saw the map "Bromo is there". But I still do not want to go to Bromo. I continued my trip to Proboliggo with the aim of the main square and Probolinggo mosque. Down the street for a few hours, I finally arrived at Probolinggo City. Looking around the square to look for spots and parking lots I see the mosque. I decided to go to the mosque to pray dhuhur.

Coconut Milk

After the prayer, my motorcycle was parked around the square. Enjoy the coconut milk ice in the square while talking to the merchant. While searching the internet, what is typical of probolinggo. I found interesting reading about vineyard in probolinggo, after paying for my ice then go. Down the streets of Probolinggo which are plaid or more like labyrinths.

But it seems I did not find the place I finally decided to return to Pasuruan because tomorrow morning I have to work. But this trip was not over yet, I see a board with the words "Bromo" leads to the left. Without lingering thinking I turned left and started down a path that was very strange to me. Some time the road began to climb, I almost run out of gas here. I filled my petrol and went on the way up until I finally got to the entrance to Bromo area. Here the air began to cool even though the afternoon sun was very bright. Paid admission and I started to feel the whisper of sand Bromo told many people. I targeted at 3 o'clock already down because I did not want to be too dark to be on the road.

Pasir Berbisik

Here you have to be careful, your ability to drive is really on the test. Sometimes your motorcycle will sway and it's hard to control. I was here until 3:30 to return home after immortalizing some photos. I came home through a different path, this time I will try directly to Pasuruan. The road is very steep, very not recommended for users matic. Frequent accidents fell because the motor is not able to climb or unable to resist when it goes down.

On my way home, I was surrounded by a fog that began to blanket this place. I need to be quick before everything gets really cold. This path is completely unfamiliar to me, as if there is no end. I've been through it for quite a while but not yet out of this place. I paused to pray in the mosque ashar. No more than 10 minutes from the mosque, I began to find a great way to return to Sidoarjo.

I arrived at Sidoarjo at 7, then paused to eat Soto ayam. On the way if you are able to give thanks all will be beautiful.

#DR

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