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It was a hard battle to get up from a warm and cosy bed especially when the temperature was a coldish 10c. Yet, all of the gang did it to catch the spectacular sunrise except for Christoph and I. We lingered on in dreamland until laughter and chatter filled our once quiet room. After all, we could always “borrow” their pics.
The Bromo Permai breakfast was buffet style and I learned
that this depended on how many guests they had. When it was quiet, it
conveniently became ala carte. It was decent enough but it helped that our
expectations were drastically lowered. After all, we were in the land of
largely Mee Goreng and Nasi Goreng.
It was important to fill up as the day was going to be physically demanding. The plan was to ride across the 10km crater filled with soft sand, ride 4km up the steep ridge to Jemplang and then whizz 7km downhill to Ranu Pani - the base camp for trekkers to Mt Semeru.
It was important to fill up as the day was going to be physically demanding. The plan was to ride across the 10km crater filled with soft sand, ride 4km up the steep ridge to Jemplang and then whizz 7km downhill to Ranu Pani - the base camp for trekkers to Mt Semeru.
As I rode my eager MB3 out of the hotel, I was puzzled at
how much I was panting and wheezing. I had to force in the air very hard but
somehow, my body could not get enough oxygen due to the thin air. It was a
miserable start as the others seemed fine. It was exhilarating to exit the
hotel and dive deeply down the steep road that led to the crater. Our brakes
were all squealing and heating up fast. My heart was pounding as we cut quickly
through the cold wind but this all ended too soon.
Now before us, lay sand and more sand. It was literally like
being in a desert. I have not had much experience riding through sand and it
was tricky. When the surface is compact, the wheels seem to glide through but
when it wasn’t, it sucked our bike in and it was easy to lose balance. Most times, we labored in granny gear and it
was hard work cranking through this humongous sand pit. Here, the boys were
separated from the men as the key was to maintain momentum but this required
sheer brute strength. There were as expected some spills but nothing major
except for the bruised egos.
I was so relieved when we finally hit the concrete slab road
that took us out of the crater. But this
happiness was short lived as the hard path was badly maintained and our bikes
vibrated unceasingly.
The gradient started decently enough but we soon found ourselves in granny gear and at some stages, even the Legends were pushing. Much of the road was broken and one section forced Chris to do a strategic ejection from his MTB. Unfortunately, his SPDs got stuck!
The gradient started decently enough but we soon found ourselves in granny gear and at some stages, even the Legends were pushing. Much of the road was broken and one section forced Chris to do a strategic ejection from his MTB. Unfortunately, his SPDs got stuck!
It seemed that the only vehicles who could handle this
terrain well were wide tired 4000cc 4WD Landcruisers but they too had to muster
their low range gears. When we finally hit Jemplang, perched right on the rim
edge, I never felt so exhausted and the intensity of the ride caught me off
guard. Although we have only done 14km or so, it felt like a marathon.
Salvation came in the form of power gels and Sonny our mountain goat was the
only one who could still prance around chirpily. I found out his secret was to
consume honey and not to smoke. In fact, he was probably the only local guy in this
part of the universe who didn’t smoke.
Sonny promised that the next 7km was downhill and that was
to be. We stopped to savour the breathtaking views of the crater valley and
felt a deep sense of satisfaction. It was fun snapping pics with such beauty all around us. Knowing that we traverse though the valley
of the shadow of death and came out alive, put a song in my heart.
As I danced down the curvy mountain roads at 40-50km/h with my mates, we felt like a group of fighter planes on a mission except our mission was lunch. With broken roads and loose rocks, it took a lot of concentration to track down safely and I really wished for a suspension fork as my rigid front meant I felt every single pot hole.
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As I danced down the curvy mountain roads at 40-50km/h with my mates, we felt like a group of fighter planes on a mission except our mission was lunch. With broken roads and loose rocks, it took a lot of concentration to track down safely and I really wished for a suspension fork as my rigid front meant I felt every single pot hole.
The hamlet of Ranu Pani was in full swing for some sort of a
rock festival and there, many bright eye uni students with 20kg back packs
gathered before their 4 day pilgrimage hike to Mt Semeru. What disappointed was
despite the crowds, the few warungs (cafes) were somewhat pathetic.
Lunch was none other than the ubiquitous instant mee goreng and nasi goreng. As beggars cannot be choosers, we ate it thankful that at least, it was a hot meal and downed it with instant 3 in 1 coffee. There, I would pay a prince ransom for a juicy hamburger or a hot bowl of Laksa. Despite the meager lunch, our spirits were rich and laughter was aplenty as we exchanged notes on the ride so far and the performance of our bicycles.
Lunch was none other than the ubiquitous instant mee goreng and nasi goreng. As beggars cannot be choosers, we ate it thankful that at least, it was a hot meal and downed it with instant 3 in 1 coffee. There, I would pay a prince ransom for a juicy hamburger or a hot bowl of Laksa. Despite the meager lunch, our spirits were rich and laughter was aplenty as we exchanged notes on the ride so far and the performance of our bicycles.
Sonny led us to the Lake and it was disappointing as it was covered in fog. Still, we can imagine how beautiful it is on a better day. No one was in a hurry to begin the ride back as 7km of steep uphill awaited us, but it had to be done.
Doing so with a full stomach is tough and we just soldiered on, one crank at a time. We took breaks when it was needed and managed to make it to the ridge once again. We were so relieved that the climb was finally over. Coming down gingerly with Christoph on my tail, I heard a voice behind shouting to make way so we obediently veered to the left only to see a very enthusiastic Joni whizzing by at full speed downhill on a very broken road. The next I knew, she hit a rock and went airborne, landing spectacularly on the ground. It was a good thing nothing was broken and though she was visibly shaken, no injuries were sustained and we can only thank God for that.
Doing so with a full stomach is tough and we just soldiered on, one crank at a time. We took breaks when it was needed and managed to make it to the ridge once again. We were so relieved that the climb was finally over. Coming down gingerly with Christoph on my tail, I heard a voice behind shouting to make way so we obediently veered to the left only to see a very enthusiastic Joni whizzing by at full speed downhill on a very broken road. The next I knew, she hit a rock and went airborne, landing spectacularly on the ground. It was a good thing nothing was broken and though she was visibly shaken, no injuries were sustained and we can only thank God for that.
The rest of the gang were waiting for us at the junction and we took a welcome tea break at the warung. Going back down again to the sand lake was easier but the bad roads really gave us a shaking down. I had to make sure my fillings were still intact. At least the scenery unfolding before our eyes was incomparable and I savored every minute until we once again, hit the sand. By this time, I was not looking forward to it as it became more pushing than riding. The evening seem to loosen the sand even more. One way out of getting sucked by the sand is to pop a wheelie, but how many wheelies can one pop before exhaustion sets in? In the end, this was going to be one long walk. It was a case of when the going gets truly tough, the tough starts pushing. And when our strongest rider veteran Ironman George with the Rohloff hub is shuffling sand, what hope was there for us mere mortals?
After what seemed like eternity, we managed to reach the other side of the crater and the sun was going down resulting in beautiful long shadows. At least our cameras were happy and it was like being on the moon with the beautiful dunes and all. I was particularly touched when Sonny saw me struggling with my bike and came running to help me push my bike so I can walk unhindered. It really lifted my spirits! Such was his kindness and care for all of us, and if ever there was a saviour for the day, Sonny was ours.
I was so exhausted that at dinner, I could not eat anything. Uncle KC was starting to run a fever too and he is one of the most respected riders in our bike club. What a tiring day it has been. So when there was a call to have 2 volunteers to accompany our luggage on a hired Landcruiser, both of us sacrificed ourselves willingly for the noble task.
It was to be an easy sleep that night as we were all so tired. I was probably the first to slip into coma and the rest followed suit. We slept with the stunning beauty of Bromo etched permanently into our minds.
After what seemed like eternity, we managed to reach the other side of the crater and the sun was going down resulting in beautiful long shadows. At least our cameras were happy and it was like being on the moon with the beautiful dunes and all. I was particularly touched when Sonny saw me struggling with my bike and came running to help me push my bike so I can walk unhindered. It really lifted my spirits! Such was his kindness and care for all of us, and if ever there was a saviour for the day, Sonny was ours.
I was so exhausted that at dinner, I could not eat anything. Uncle KC was starting to run a fever too and he is one of the most respected riders in our bike club. What a tiring day it has been. So when there was a call to have 2 volunteers to accompany our luggage on a hired Landcruiser, both of us sacrificed ourselves willingly for the noble task.
It was to be an easy sleep that night as we were all so tired. I was probably the first to slip into coma and the rest followed suit. We slept with the stunning beauty of Bromo etched permanently into our minds.
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