At last, I was surrounded by the wilderness. Cresting upon the ridge of the mountain, I climbed; somewhere on the island of east java. Spreading out below me is a landscape filled with a sea of mist, mile after mile, slowly burning away to the morning sun. The glory is his, and the moment... yes, the moment is mine.

"When a man comes to the mountains, he comes home"  - John Muir

17th August 2018

On the way to Mount Bromo

East Java,

Indonesia.