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Madakaripura Waterfall
Near the village of Sapeh, district of Lumbang, about 33 km to the north east of Probolinggo, there is a spectacular waterfall known as Madakaripura. It is hidden in the dense forest of the mountain range of Tengger. It is very inspiring and adds the excitement of your visit to Mt. Bromo.

This waterfall is believed to be the sacred waterfall since it was right here that the Great Prime Minister of Majapahit, Gajah Mada, spent the rest of his life and practiced asceticism by meditating under this waterfall. Paying a visit to this object and enjoying the lush mountain greenery would be an unforgettable experience. Words cannot describe the magnificent Madakaripura adequately.

This object, with a height of 620 m above the sea level, is on a gentle slope with a friendly atmosphere. You can feel the roar as the water falls from a height of 200 m creating an awe-inspiring waterfall. It is more likely a happening of something that takes place in a fairy land.

The best time to see the falls is between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. when the sun is high enough to light up the valley's bottom. One may bathe in the falls' pure natural water, which, it is said, cures rheumatism and all kinds of disorders besides preserving youth and vigor.

During the rainy season, visitors will have to be careful as overflowing may occur occasionally. Attention should be paid to notes of warning. This waterfall, which is quite easy to be visited, is just 6 km from Sukapura, the gateway of Mt. Bromo

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bologna blues

Bologna Blues
The trip tp Bologna has gone slightly off kilter and I am to be back in Holland sooner, which I do not mind, tbh. Dani has booked me in for the Walk the Line festival and gotten tickets to the Gotan Project for next week, so really, that's where I should be. His professions of missing me seem real enough; egad... very soon I will believe them, if I don't already. The only thing I will miss about Bologna (apart from the lovely company) is the food.The Fix has been cooking non stop, and who can fault him? He even makes preparing food at 6 in the morning look fun. Especially while he was stuffing the roll of pork he swore felt like stuffing a Tenga Egg.

I forgot all about Mother's Day, and my brother's birthday to boot; but then I almost forgot mine anyway. I almost forgot to celebrate and and I did my best not to remember it, especially after that last bit of champange where my boobs fell out of my dress across a halal restaurant. But at least I wrote her an email telling her about how things are going over here. Not too bad, that's for sure. She'll be glad to hear. I wonder sometimes if my parents read my blog, maybe my father, but he seems intent on knowing as little about me as possible for fear perhaps, of being even more disappointed.

I do wish I communicated more with people I don't see that often, but it's not in my nature to bother. If they don't reply, I always feel rejected, so best keep that at bay, eh. I'm kind of mute when it comes to telling people how much I appreciate them, and I wish I wasn't.

But I'm thinking about you. You know it.