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The second leg of my mountain-climbing adventure in Indonesia created some trepidation. The first leg of my adventure started in Bali when we climbed Mount Batur in Kintamani, Indonesia. There, I struggled and took an hour longer than my friends to peak, and my fears almost crippled me to a standstill, when I slipped on scree, while coming down the mountainside.

Ijen-7My experience created personal embarrassment, because I had slowed down my friends who were more fit and brave. As a consequence, I was nervous about climbing another mountain, Mount Ijen in the eastern part of Java. I did not want to relive the same difficulties I had encountered in Bali. Yet, at the same time, I tried to think positive because many travellers had climbed it fairly easily.

Three of us had travelled from Kuala Lumpur to Bali Indonesia, and after the Mount Batur climb, another friend met us in Bali and became our latest addition for the Mount Ijen adventure. We drove to Gilimanuk on the westernmost tip of Bali, which is the departure point for ferries to Java. The ferry crossing took only forty-five minutes. Upon arrival in Ketapang port in Java, we were whisked off for a quick lunch and then to our accommodations in Banyuwangi province of Indonesia, where we stayed the following two nights.

Ijen-8Just a short distance from the hotel, our driver dropped us off at a nearby village, so we could walk around and enjoy the beautiful views of the terraced, rice fields and the tranquil atmosphere of the village. It was a lovely walk – the weather was slightly cloudy, the air was fresh, no traffic – it was peaceful. It was also the month of Ramadhan and we could hear prayer recitations broadcast from a nearby mosque.

At the hotel, guests were mainly preparing for or recovering from the hike. We spent our first evening whiling away the hours at the patio drinking Bintang beer (I guess that wasn’t a good way to properly prepare for mountain climbing!), chatting and listening to crickets.

After a hearty breakfast in the morning, we set off for Mount Ijen at eight o’clock. Remember how nervous I was about this climb? Well, it was not as bad as Mount Batur in Bali. The climb was gradual and the surface of the tracks was not rocky.

Ijen-4Mount Ijen is a volcano which has a one-kilometre wide, turquoise-coloured, acid lake crater. Ijen Crater (Kawah Ijen in Bahasa Indonesia) is also the site of a labour-intensive sulphur mining operation, where workers climb up and down to the crater, mine the sulphur and carry baskets of sulphur chunks on their shoulders. Each basket of sulphur weighs about seventy kilos and some workers carry up to ninety kilos. They may take a breather or two but never rest long. I was told some of them actually sprint their way up and down the mountain with their sulphur-laden baskets! We wore proper hiking shoes to climb the volcano but I saw these workers wear normal rubber boots and some only wore rubber slippers.

It is a risky and hazardous job, mining is done only twice a day but up to two weeks in a month because the toxic fumes from the sulphur make them susceptible to respiratory ailments. The workers do not earn much, an average of only US$5 a day. There is a weighing station at mid-point of the mountain, and this is where the workers weigh the “fruits of their labour”. I rested at the weighing station and observed the workers arriving at the station, looking tired and worn from the hike but being paid very little. It broke my heart.

We continued climbing, and I could sense we were about to reach Ijen-6-2the crater rim. The air changed to acrid smoke and I could see clouds of sulphur smoke blowing in the distance. The landscape changed from thick greenery to sparse, dried up branches. Luckily I brought a mask to cover my mouth and nose Ijen-3– at one point, I could not really see what was ahead of me,as there was a lot of sulfur smoke. In spite of that, these workers did not wear any masks.

Our guide brought us closer to the crater rim and at that moment, the wind changed direction, and we got a clear view of the crater. It was breath-taking! The colour of the lake crater was indeed turquoise and some parts of the lake took on an emerald colour. Two of my friends went further to climb down to the lake to watch as the workers mined, scraped and collected sulphur. One friend tried to carry a worker’s basket, and despite his athletic fitness and strength, he could not carry the basket for too long,because it was too heavy!

We stayed at the crater for a little longer to rest, though the air was not exactly safe to breathe. I reflected on my physical (and sometimes mental) struggles to climb the two mountains during our trip – Mount Batur and Mount Ijen – and realized that no matter how slow I was, trudging up the mountains, I was a very fortunate person. I wore proper shoes, and a mask to cover my nose and mouth from the acrid smoke. I rested whenever I felt tired. I drank water when I was thirsty. The workers, on the other hand, didn’t wear masks and some only wrapped a ragged cloth over their mouths. They hardly rested because they needed to mine as much sulphur as they could, within a short period of time. More sulphur means more income. They didn’t drink a drop of water because it was the month of Ramadhan – they were fasting.

My struggles were nothing in comparison with these workers who struggle daily to make this hazardous journey – breathing toxic fumes – to earn money, whatever little it may be. That perspective gave me some reassurance that I could still climb mountains – just train harder and not to give up easily.

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