We're leaving Yogya today. Aunt Jo wanted to go to a bank to exchange old Rupiah notes, while KH wanted to send her post card.
Bank of Indonesia. Nice colonial building.
A monument across the street.--2nd Stop: Sukuh Temple--
It's a 3 hours journey from Yogya to Sukuh. Passed by the famous Solo river (I bet most of you know the song "Bengawan Solo"). Well, it's just an ordinary river. We went uphill again. The temple is about 2840m above sea level. There was some slight drizzle when we reached. Temp was very cooling....just nice :)
The entrance.
View from the temple grounds.
Candi Sukuh is a fifteenth century Javanese-Hindu temple that is located on the western slope of Mount Lawu, Solo. Candi Sukuh has a distinctive thematic reliefs from other candi where life before birth and sexual education are its main theme. Its main monument is a simple pyramid structure with reliefs and statues in front of it, including three tortoises with flattened shells and a male figure grasping his penis. (credit: Wikipedia)
This is the male statue holding his private part. According to Anjar, the private part is actually much longer than what we saw. Think the Muslims destroyed it for some reasons...
The temple rocks...
Climbing up to the top of the temple.
--3rd Stop: Lunch @ Sapto Argo--On our way to Tawangmangu Waterfall, we stopped by a local eating house for lunch.
Satay Kelinci. Do you know what meat is that? Rabbit meat. Rabbit meat is a local delicacy found ard Central Java. However, only Aunt Jo ate a few sticks. We decided to give the rest to Anjar and the driver. Really can't eat it....
This vegetable soup looked simple. However, the taste of the soup was heavenly. Thanks to the chili, the soup had a little spicy taste, but blended well with the veggies.
The mountain road beside the eating house. You might think this is an ulu village, but some of the houses there were damn big, modern & posh. Can't imagine you live in a bungalow in the middle of the mountains. Haha!--4th Stop: Tawangmangu Waterfall--
Tawangmangu is located 40 km east of Solo, and it is a recreational resort area for the locals. It lies on the slopes of Mt.Lawu, at an elevation of 1300 m above sea level. This is one of the two waterfalls we visited during the trip.
We gotta walked down about 500 m to reach the waterfall. I hate the stairs~ Lolz! There were quite a few wild monkeys, and we were warned to keep our distances from them.
What do we do here? Wash our hands.
We decided to take a closer look at the waterfall. Reminded me of my experience at Kbal Spean (Climbing rocks). This one was fairly easy, but we were still very careful. Did not want to go any further as water splashed against the rocks. Have to protect our vulnerable cams leh.
The cliff area...
The water was cooling...I thought the waterfall was going to be a plain one, but I was quite wrong. It's still quite spectacular, though it looked typical.
--5th Stop: Hotel Sarangan--
I'm worried about the hotels located at the mountain areas. Why? First, no websites, cld not see how the hotel looked like. Second, the facilities in the rooms might be very basic. As for this hotel, I knew it was quite old, but I never knew it looked SO OLD & rundown. Haha! We were supposed to get 3 std rooms, but we got 2 family rooms and 1 std room instead. The family room can slp at least 5 person, while std room was for 2 ppl.
Hotel Sarangan.
Our balcony...
Our living room with a fireplace. The furnitures were very old and there's this smell of very old houses in the room. It's seemed like hardly anyone stayed in the room before. I thought I was transported back to the 60s or 70s.
This was the first bedroom behind the living room.
This is the smaller bedroom. I did not like this room, as I felt kinda uncomfortable (not to the extent of spooky la). We were even considering of moving over to Aunt Jo's room, but forfeited the idea as that was rather unnecessary.
The view of the hotel. There were a few groups of Caucasian tourists too. So, at least there were other souls ard. Haha!
The rooms were nt good, but lake Sarangan was beautiful. This is the only reason why you wld want to stay at this hotel. However, if I knew the hotel was so old and rundown, I might have requested a change liao. Problem is, I cld not find hotels ard this area too....
The super old playground...
We ordered Satay from this man....
Their satay tasted different from ours, but it's just a matter of time before you got used to it. I still prefer our Ketupat though.
Sky started to turn dark. Sarangan is a hill station favoured by the Dutch during colonial days. The village lies on the slopes of Mt. Lawu too, and it is about 1287 m above sea level. It was quite chilly as night fell.We had our dinner at Aunt Jo's balcony and chatted till 11pm plus. There was a Ang moh family who stayed beside my room, and you know old rooms had lousy soundproof walls. So, we were happily chatting at Aunt Jo's room and they were disturbed from their sleep. (It was still early for us...9 or 10pm). I wondered if the dad or the son banged our connecting door, but that was a very rude way of informing your neighbour to be considerate. After the loud bang, the dad came over to Aunt Jo's room and told us to lower down our voices. I knew ang mohs sleep early, so it was quite sian to have them around you....
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