I see a little discrimination for all the other French speakers who are not Parisian 🤔
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The mountain has three volcanic crater lakes that differ in color.
Lake colors periodically change due to adjustments in the oxidation-reduction status of the fluid of each lake, and also considering the abundance of different major elements, such as iron and manganese. The colors in the lakes change independently from each other, as each has its own unique connectivity to the underlying volcano’s activity.
Tiwu Ata Bupu (Lake of Old People) is usually dark blue/black and is the westernmost of the three lakes. The other two lakes, Tiwu Ko’o Fai Nuwa Muri (Lake of Young Men and Maidens) and Tiwu Ata Polo (Bewitched or Enchanted Lake) are separated by a shared crater wall and are typically green or red respectively. The lake colors vary on a periodic basis.
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Day 7 – October 27
Today was the day we climbed Kelimutu at a ungodly hour to be able to reach the top before the sun rised.
Absolutely and totally worth it. Again and again on this trip the pictures weren’t even close to capturing the beauty we saw with our own eyes.
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While we did a lot traveling this trip, I actually enjoy the car rides, you see a lot of the country you visit, not just the shiny “Instagramable” part, the real part.
I might not have been able to photograph them because there are fleeting moments on the side of the roads but there are the best part of a trip. The things that are edged in your memories, maybe because you didn’t get to preserve them on paper/in pixel, they get stuck in your brain more.
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Day 6 – October 26
While we enjoyed the megapolis that was Ende we hadn’t quite arrived at our final destination so after a decadent night at our luxury hotel we took the road again and drove the 60kms, which took more than 1 hour and half (no highway in the Indonesian mountains!) to reach Kelimutu… home of the 3 colors crater lake.
En route we stopped to admire the ricefield, hardly a first for us but always impressive.
There are some rice fields that are specific to the region but unfortunately not on our near our path (more like opposite our path): The Lingko Spider Web Rice Fields.
There are the result of the traditional communal agriculture of the indigenous Manggarai people. Centuries ago, the cultivated land, known as lingko, was shared by the entire village. The communal fields were circular, with the lodok at the center, where ceremonial rituals were held around the harvest.
Each family was allocated a segment of the rice field, radiating from the center outward. (Each was inaugurated by the sacrifice of a water buffalo.) The more resources a family had, the larger their slice of the pie; at the time, the rice fields were shaped like pie charts. Later, the paddies were further subdivided by the decedents of the original owners, leading to the striking, web-like shape of the lingko today.
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