the way in the Jurassic Park 
Flores means "flower" in Portuguese, and deserve the colonial conquerors had baptized this eastern Indonesian island of that name. The country is infinitely beautiful, full of countless treasures of flora and fauna, and in general still completely natural. People travel here by a land before time, and it is just wonderful. Throughout the meeting a soul force before laughing and pretty faces, you travel through absolutely breathtaking scenery, marked by smoldering volcanoes, green green green jungle and endless sandy beaches. We walk through traditional villages with totem poles, diving with sharks and solidify ehrführchtig before the Komodo dragon. We gather to listen coral, Guitar sounds and the songs that are celebrated on every street corner, drinking rice wine also, chewing intoxicating beetle nuts, and in between we travel for hours long bus rides down by the prehistoric topography exclusively of curves. Flores - fresh and wonderful. was the highlight will undoubtedly have a place on the day of our arrival on Flores. Namely, there we rented together with Steve, our former colleagues from South Africa, a boat which carried us the absolutely enchanting island scenery - what A successful union of nature - right after Rinca on the "Komodo National Park" brought. Along the way, as our quasi-cutter was accompanied by dolphins and turtles, we were already a small taste of what we should expect there to amazing wildlife has everything. On Rinca namely the previously mentioned live Komodo dragon. It is up to three meters long meat-eating dinosaurs, which can devour whole buffalo. with due reverence and a touch of horror so we entered the island. And it was like being in Jurassic Park, the landscape, the silence, the tension - inevitably came to the associations with the Spielberg movie Monument. Then an encounter with these monstrous reptiles: huge. It is probably the next thing on earth still remembers the dinosaurs. Mesmerized and frightened by these beasts - one week before has a guide arm out a little bit, and he is still in hospital - we follow each of their deceptively slow movements. I find it hard not to say that it was probably one of the most exciting moments of my trip so far. As if there were not enough of the daily experiences was our trip to Labuan Bajo, the sleepy fishing village in which we live, additionally sweetened with an absolutely superb snorkeling trip. Floral greetings Your David
With Cola truck to an island in a different time 
via island hopping through Lombok and Sumbawa to Flores and Komodo, so was David's and my plan when we hanging out in Bali's easternmost port and after a suitable transport lookout kept. After a bit of back and forth and a couple of somewhat dubious discussions with self-styled "tour", we decided to finally come into the years for a Coke truck, which had targeted the exact same route as us. What luck! And we cruises happily go for now by ferry in the night the four-hour drive to meet Lombok, from where we wanted to start the truck, the actual ride. Once there, David and I noticed it first hand, of obvious that we were not the only ones who had booked the cola truck. For it was now necessary to accommodate a total of six people now in something seemingly tiny driver cabin. We, three Indonesians, plus David and I, and the driver kneaded and folded our bodies until we were finally ready for the upcoming 20-hour ride through the appearing in the cockpit very sultry summer night. We are sure this would all love to talk more, but when David and I did not Indonesian speak, and clearly for an extravagant sign language was not enough room, we had all just the language that everyone understands that the mischievous one another grin and the polite to each other smile:) When we after another ferry ride our Trip to Sumbawa continued, and our lemonade truck rocked there from pothole to pothole, it was as if we had taken a journey through time. We wobbled and swayed on the monsoon-soaked mud road through the jungle Sumbawa, which, as David and I found absolutely stunned, the only Ostwestverbindung the entire island is 400 km wide. We slowed for cows, goats, Sheep and footballs sailed past reed huts, water buffalo, monkeys screeching and rice fields and were surprised us again and again, where all the gay wanted in anywhere along the road walking in the children find a good school. It was a totally surreal image that was reinforced by the many self-made horse-drawn carriages, which came toward us. We came in for a surprise out more. On the farm of the two accompanying locals arrived (they had two reed huts and bamboo veranda), we did once break. And David and I were the same with all sorts of exotic fruits and a specially arranged for us Cockfight!! extremely friendly welcome for us in this hitherto unknown world. When we arrived after the 24-hour journey in Bima were allowed to enjoy our broken limbs then, finally, the daily madness of public transport: We went to 17! in the minibus, with the women who gave not just children or unsatisfied, uttering before each curve rapidly approached prayers to their respective tribal god in the evening sky. At the destination we rattled on with the horse-drawn carriage to the port where the next ferry was waiting for us. With best wishes from Sumbawa your marius Photo: Children at and on the school bus from Sumbawa
Bromo - Sublim 
Much, much brains I have many, many hours frittered, a to find words that could describe the unimaginably fascinating landscape of the national park around the volcano Bromo best. And then, suddenly it shot me from the depths of my English exam to mind: Sublim ! "The Sublime and Exalted is connected to the feeling of vastness and inaccessibility. It triggers wonder, the awe associated with is "(Wikipedia). Awesome, truly we were there, and were less than overwhelmed by the massive volcanic team, which stretches to 2700 meters above the sky. The first morning after our arrival, broke Marius and I at 3:30 clock in the dark of night and we were on our hour-long way from our Guest House (which was brilliant as directly on the giant outer crater rim), down through the main crater and then back up to the volcanic cone of Mt.Bromo, from there to see the sunrise. Unfortunately, the sky was full of black clouds of the rainy season fading, so that a picture book in question was not sunrise. Yet we endured on the narrow, but huge ridge in the radius, and waited for the breaking in Daylight. Moved by the mysterious and almost holy atmosphere like that of a distant star, I pulled out my music bar, listening Grönemeyer's "The moon is up, and looked attentively in the waning night. And at that moment, when the last chords of the song died away shone suddenly two hints of sun rays in a vague, warm morning on the in with a time of seeing majestic lava field, only a few seconds later just as fast for ever and ever again to disappear. What remained was the cold gray Light of dusk, they from illuminates then ever, this ash-gray distance, punctuated by the rugged ridges and paths of destruction of former eruptions, and it glittered and reflected on to a smooth stone had become ash surfaces in light reflected gray to dim the morning sky - sublime! I could philosophize forever and rave about this wonderful and magical moment, but I have to admit at this point simply to the imagination of everyone who reads through this. Later in the day the sky cleared up then, fortunately, something on, and we arrived at our day hike in, around and through the middle of the Mt.Bromo be amazed almost not get out. The special feature of this area is that it includes three powerful volcanoes, which can be seen on clear all. Two of the volcanoes are still active alert, and as a swell depending on the wind again, the sulfur smell of the non-stop steaming Mt Bromo in the nose, while at the same time in the 20-minute intervals from the top down snow of fine ash particles and dusted. In this rhythm, namely the Mt Semeru regularly belches up his small ejections and leaves it to the poor of the constant wind, which then distributes the particles landward. in bright daylight and in relatively clear weather to climb a second time the Bromo and stand on the crater rim before we made our way home topped, then again anything previously seen. I spare you this, but all formulations and refer to the pictures in our photo album, which should deliver a better product than I can put it in words ever. Overwhelmed, Your David
My first birthday on Indonesian waters 
Not 5 minutes of the 14th March were passed, when I is the best Titanic style my new life in the quasi- Flight received similar storm. Can we actually do an even great gift, as somewhere between Singapore and Jakarta to track down the wide, blue sea, the total freedom to see with the gusty sea breeze in your hair and nothing for miles, as the ever advancing border and in silvery full moon glistening waves. I think not. even more beautiful that I had this great experience that allowed Marius and I "practice" has already been in the setting sun indulged. A great sailor salute goes out to the captain and the entire bridge crew of our 1300 steamer soul who welcomed us so warmly welcoming me into their midst and this unforgettable Birthday moment brought. was no less brilliant, the further course of my great day. Together with Marius and Laura, a Dutch fellow, it was said that is the afternoon "game, fun and excitement" in Anchol Dreamland. Going to an amusement park, is perhaps not the most obvious, what comes to mind when the first time in a city like Jakarta puts it on foot. But this unusual request was approved at the end of all as a resounding success. Not just us hacks with the roller coaster by the incredibly sultry air and looked over the city from the ferris wheel, but we were also in the delight of a rejuvenating refreshment orgy. The large light-finals played in the directly adjacent namely, vast experience pool. Gengenbacher As in the best swimming times, we blew through the flow channels under the waterfalls, pools and the balls on the sun terraces. The undisputed highlight, however, is the countless long-distance slides, we were all in the storm and it a joy to have as a cow on her little calf:) with chlorine in the eyes, sea salt in your hair and a final beer in left gills it to sleep very happy. Your David
Flores means "flower" in Portuguese, and deserve the colonial conquerors had baptized this eastern Indonesian island of that name. 
