a very slight….. pinkish hue?
hmm, threats in a city…
durian shop – the shop that dedicated itself to selling durians. it was delicious, the durians, we shared, ate and ubered back. it was really crowded too.
moments of relaxation in a HaMMOCK – i thought to myself as i lay there – forget the stress. this is the life
simple but so good
eating here beats eating in flores island for sure
at this point, we started hearing some crackling sounds.
going on – as you can see, a relatively flat terrain.
nearing some hissing vents
the start of the rocky uphill
looking down / back upon a vast landscape
seems like it’s an inactive(?) and dried-up crater; people had climbed down and placed volcanic rocks beneath, to form heart-shapes, love and friendship declarations boldly strewn across.
that moving mist – it was somewhat scary, i wasnt sure what it was. what gas, or cloud? it was hard to tell. not cloud. some volcanic belch. hmm
Mt Sinabung right across is apparently one of the most active volcanoes in the region. I briefly wondered how it’d be if it were to erupt during my time in the summit there and then. D:
another view of the crater
We went on a ‘field trip’ around the neighbourhood, led by the older kids who were supposedly more experienced / higher level. They were rather shy, but tried their best.
We looked at different types of plants /fruits in the neighbourhood.
We played some orientation games. lolll
the hammock life. i need
i remember lying down, lazing. and knowing it wouldnt last. fleeting joy, fleeting moments of tranquility before i would be plunged back again.
i relished that moment where I sat, rocking, chilling, by you
perhaps it was sweeter though, knowing it would not have been forever
i tried to grasp that moment tightly while it lasted
perhaps that’s why i still replay that moment fondly
why so many pics of me? ha ha
morning view, we woke up to this at our doorstep