Yogyakarta is always been a part of my soul since the day I was born.. My grandma was originated from Yogyakarta, so going there is always feel like I was visiting my hometown. Since my grandma's passed, I rarely went there, I went there only if there's something important came up.. I always love this town, the food, the culture, the people, and the ambiance, it was just remind me back to my childhood days when my grandma's and grandpa's or should we say "Eyang Uti and Eyang Kakung" was still around.. I miss them..
So anyway.. I went to Yogya with my colleagues from work. We get off the plane with a really bright sunshine, a good day to start a trip.. We get out breakfast in this homey restaurant "Pecel Solo" it was really really nice..
"Nasi Rames" for breakfast..
me, mbak Arve, mbak Sandra, tante Henny and mbak Lia
After stuffing our tummy we're heading to Kaliurang the foot of the Merapi Mountain.. We're going to see what's left from the last eruption on November 5th, 2010
We're travelling using this jeep with a group of four plus the driver so there'll five of us in each jeep..
We have to wear this mask, because it was too dusty.. It was the dust off the remaining eruption..
The people of the village were very creative on making this museum.. This is a museum of what's left from the villagers after the eruption.. It was just so sad..
The time and date of the eruption.. The clock was burned a little from the lava and it was just stop at the moment..
Here are the prove of the heat of the lava.. It was really really hot!
Here is the door of a bunker that was used by the volunteer.. The volunteer were helping people to evacuate, but unfortunately there're no time for them to go down from the mountain.. And another sad thing that happen is that the bunker couldn't hold the eruption material, somehow the material were stronger than the bunker so it ruined the door and blast in.. About three people died in here..