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The day after my first amazing volcano adventure at Bromo I was keen to get to the next one – the Ijen krater. A 2600 meters tall active volcano.

It’s only a few hours east of Bromo but we missed the local transport from Probolinggo which only leaves in the morning so we were forced to pay for a van from a tourist office. We refused to book a whole package which would include a hotel and the tour to the Ijen krater as we were hoping we’d be able to do it all ourselves for cheaper. Only problem is, Ijen is not such a popular tourist spot that you’ll have plenty of choises which we learned when we arrived in the small village Sempol… known for all its coffee plantations and coffee roasting. The only hotel there was full but we still managed to find a free room in a homestay for £3 each which was good enough.

Then we learned that trekking up to the Ijen krater is near impossible if you don’t go on a tour as Sempol is the closest to Ijen you can sleep, and that’s still an hour drive away. You could hitch hike I guess but then you wouldn’t make it for sunrise. So we were forced to pay for a van anyway and we decided to include the transport to Bali afterwards too to simplify things. We paid 200,000 ruphias for all this (£13).

At 3am we met the group back at the hotel, had a strong freshly ground Arabica coffee, and then we headed off into the jungle towards the volcanoes!
The car drops you off at the bottom of the mountain and from there you trek up on your own which takes an hour if you walk fast. It’s steep but easy and you have the views of the surrounding volcanoes around you and once in a while you’ll pass the sulfur mining workers who started working much earlier in the morning.

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These brave men work in the sulfur mine down in the Ijen krater and are happy to have their photos taken in exchange for a cigarette, a cookie or some money. They have one of the hardest and most dangerous jobs in the world – right in the middle of the poisonous gasses they hack off bits of sulfur which they then carry all the way up the crater and onwards all the way down the mountain. It’s a several kilometers long trek and the loads, which they carry on their backs, can weigh up to 100kg! They get paid depending on the amount of sulfur they carry: 1kg= 600 ruphias= £0.04 which means not more than a few quid a day… The sulfur is then used for soaps, makeup or bleaching sugar and many other very important things.

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Most people are happy to stop their trek at the top of the krater but a few decide to descent into it as well, including myself. We were lucky with the weather and wind so could do so fairly easily. If it’s very windy the sulfur gases would prevent you from climbing down.

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The minor’s office – right in the gasses which is a mix of highly concentrated hydrogen sulphide and sulphur dioxide gases.
Me and a couple other guys went up close to watch them work when the wind changed and we got stuck in the smoke cloud… not a good situation to be in and very scary. It hurt so bad to breath, it hurt so bad to have your eyes open! Besides, you couldn’t see anything for the smoke so I didn’t know what direction to run. I thought I was going to die, or pass out and fall into the acid lake. Thankfully a miner called out for us and guided us out of the smoke. It’s hard to think these guys go through this every day…

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The Ijen krater also contains the world’s largest acidic lake, with a pH value similar to battery acid. It can break down clothes and even metals. It’s got a perfectly turquoise colour and is almost a kilometer wide, it fits beautifully next to the yellow sulfur mine but absolutely nothing can live in this dangerous water.

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As the gases from the mine can quickly break down a camera I was pretty keen to get out of the krater shortly after we got stuck in the smoke cloud. Together with the miners I climbed the steep rocky path to the top.

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When I got back up at the top I felt happy that I only had to do that once… It’s difficult to think that these miners do this several times a day, for several years. Most of them die early due to various health problems and 75 workers has died here in the last 40 years after being overpowerd by fumes. It’s a dangerous job but they say it pays more than any other work. Sad but true.

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Once the miners reach the top of the krater rim with the heavy loads of sulfur on their backs, the 3km long walk down the mountain begins.

To visit the Ijen krater is an amazing experience which I’d encourage anyone travelling to Java not to miss. It’s like being on another planet where everything can kill you. The beauty of the yellow sulfur, the white smoke cloud rising towards the sky, the warm turquoise water, the stunning views from the top of the mountain. All a devil in disguise, ready to kill if you come too close.

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These are sketches from the 70′s at NASA. Future space settlements. Just imagine… living on an orbital somewhere out in space. Crazy. Think I’d still choose life on Earth though.

“I know that humans will colonize the solar system and one day go beyond.” Mike Griffin, former NASA Administrator. More info HERE.

Was just on a night walk through town when I got the news that hundreds of Anonymous group members were gathering in Trafalgar Square, so I ran up to meet them.

It was true and it felt a bit like being at a street rave – people were playing music, rapping, beatboxing, drinking, dancing, playing with fire, and of course posing for the cameras. At about 8pm they all marched down to the house of parliament where it all continued for the rest of the night.
Compared to other gatherings like these, there was not as much police presence which helped keep the aggression to a minimum. Usually the more police, the more violence.

Remember, remember, the 5th of November…

The unions march on Saturday – a peaceful demonstration that saw over 150,000 people walk the streets of London. All for a better future and to show the government that we don’t think it’s ok to cut public spending the way they do.

And although there were so many people out, there were surprisingly little disturbance, violence and vandalism. Some say this is good, while some would argue that without it it never reaches the news headlines.

Something for the weekend – Brick Lane Music Festival.
Don’t forget to pick up your (free) wristbands at The Vibe Bar/Cafe 1001/Big Chill. Going to try to head down on Sunday evening.

Got some post too this morning. Looking forward to get lost on the road with Jack.

I also got a letter in the post from the police, saying that they dropped my bail and I no longer need to attend the bail meeting next week. What a complete waste of time. They arrest us for cycling, limit us for the entire duration of the olympic games with bail conditions, then drop it all two months later. The cops seem to think they can get away with anything.

“The reason for cancelling your bail is Not in the public interest.” (on the letter) They could have saved themselves a lot of time and resources if they left us alone in the first place and went after some real criminals.

A sad walk along Southbank after getting my brother’s wallet stolen, we drank a beer and then ran into the people gathering for Critical Mass. I had totally forgot about but a friend talked us into hiring a couple of Boris Bikes and joining in, so we did. And what fun it is to cycle together! Skateboards, cycles, happy faces, music….

I should’ve realised something was wrong though when the police stopped us from crossing any bridges over to the north side of Thames, but more than anything it just made me annoyed. Why couldn’t we cycle freely? We eventually reached a tunnel and crossed the river through that, then made our way further east and to Stratford.
Also now I thought we better turn back, meters running on the bikes and it was getting dark. But the police got to us first, ran into us and started arresting anyone they could grab. I managed to get away but my brother was not as lucky and was put in handcuffs. His first time in London and he was flying back to Sweden the next day, and I was totally freaking out. I pleaded with the police to let him go and I just couldn’t understand what we were being charged for. So they cuffed me as well and I was still worrying the most about the ticking meters.

They arrested 150 cyclists yesterday and with all the prisons full it took us 5 hours in a police bus just to finally reach a prison with free cells. After DNA tests, fingerprints, questioning, we were finally released after 9 hours. Early this morning we could finally dock the bikes (that’s one hefty charge of £100) and head home. Although we were granted bail and have to be back at the police station in September. There goes my planned trip to Israel for a friends wedding…

Apparently it was illegal to cycle north of the river yesterday, I just wish we’d known. So we will always remember the 2012 Olympics as the day we got our wallet stolen and then got arrested for riding a couple of Boris Bikes.

For all you London cyclists out there – be aware of taking the fast route down the Olympic game lanes this summer. We are not allowed to be there and if you get caught you’ll get a £130 fine. If you can’t pay this they will impound your bike. Or, just make sure you’re riding a Boris bike…

This month’s Critical Mass will fall on the same day as the Opening ceremony.
So come along with your bike/skateboard/rollerskates next Friday – meeting’s at 6.30pm under the Waterloo Bridge.