I believe in being random, random is the heartbeat of the Universe. To be in sync with the Universe you need to be able to be random. I believe that randomness is the window for the Universe to deliver what you manifest. Yes, the Universe doesn’t need help to deliver but such a window is a clear signal to the Universe that you are ever ready to receive. The Universe likes to give surprises, good surprises, and these surprises favor those who are always ready to receive. No discrimination here, just how it works. I believe in being random and that’s how I travel – capturing moments and surprises.
My volcanic romance with the calderas continues. Santorini last September was awesome and this time, Mt. Bromo in East Java. As a traveller I am as random as the situation allows me to. It is not that I make zero plans for my adventures just that my research and preparations are bare minimal. They are my basic guides with flexible parameters. I do not have a fixed day-to-day itinerary when I travel, I move on the basis of; what are the things I can do and feel like doing when I’m out there and, what I feel like doing will depend on how I feel on that particular day. I have no issues whatsoever with dropping a specific day-plan if a happier option is available.
How am I random when I travel?
This is how it looks like for my recent Mt. Bromo trip – I have a 10-day allocation for the adventure. I feel like going to Mt. Bromo and Mt. Rinjani. Time wise and budget aside, with 10 days I know I can do Mt. Bromo, I can do Mt. Rinjani and I can even do both if I want to. With this in mind, the landing point will be Surabaya. I know that I can also do the temples of Prambanan and Borobudur if I change my mind and defer my trip to Mt. Rinjani. For this I need to land in Jogjakarta. These options shall remain opened until I secure my flight ticket out.
I eventually bought my flight ticket to Surabaya – one way. Hence, keeping my options to randomness opened as to when and from where I shall depart.
I intended to travel solo again this time around but being random allows me to change my mind as I wish. I sure can forego the awesomeness of solo travel provided that I find someone awesome as travel companion. This is the story of my trip to Mt. Bromo.
Prelude to Mt. Bromo
She was sitting behind me slightly to the right. I didn’t know that until I turned around…
About one hour earlier: So there I was at this storytelling night, my mood was to wear the darkest shade of black that evening so I wore the white long sleeved shirt that I bought days earlier, many said I look good in white, I don’t really care how I look in white as long as I feel good in it, yes, I feel good wearing white. Somehow I can’t shake black off the mental color palette in my head so I let black hang on to me with my favorite black jeans and black shoes to match. I arrived slightly early alone feeling a bit out of place but I’m no stranger to that feeling, the person who invited me to this storytelling night came a bit later but decided that she was too busy to keep me company, but all is good, I decided to have a good night out, lone night out can be fun.
Inside the hall behind the last row of chairs arranged in marching position facing the stage I said hello and chat awhile with a new friend until it was time for the night to listen to stories, I hope they are that good. The hall was black and boxy but lighting was adequate, the crowd was moderate in numbers mostly wearing pale colors as if wanting the night to color them up. Many of them young, they look friendly yet reserve. There were spaces of empty chairs, not much at the back but more of it as if opening up closer to the stage, funny seeing this scene here just like in lecture halls way back when I was a student. I walked through the opening in between the filled chairs and claimed the vacant seat as if it was reserved exclusively for me. It was the second row to the stage but the first row seats were empty. I said to myself that first row is too close to take good pictures as if I wanted to. As soon as the back pockets of my black jeans touched the white chair I heard a familiar male voice calling my name in slightly more than a whisper. I turned back swiftly over my left shoulder, more friends are here. Cool. The story telling began…
— Stories, stories and more stories and then, the intermission.
As I turned around to my right to get up from my seat then I saw her sitting there in her unbuttoned oversized blue shirt over a off white floral blouse behind me, as she stood up I said, “You look beat” and she answered with a question, “I do?”… and we walked separately into the crowd…
— Chat, chat and more chat and then, the intermission ends.
Back in the hall for the other half of the night and somewhere between midway and the third quarter of the session my random self smiled inside me, I simply love it when moments like this happen. I turned around and asked her, “Bromo or Rinjani?”
I love random questions. It is not about the right answers, it’s about the possibilities created by the questions and the energy that goes with it. Sometimes I get this certain feeling of hope when something starts with a question. Strange, perhaps because I like the idea of having the chance to ask more questions to get the answers that I want to hear should the first answer does not favor me.
The hotel phone rang and I jumped out of bed. The front desk, oh no, I over slept. The pick-up to Bromo was at 11.30pm. Decided to take a short nap after one whole lazy day in Surabaya and now I’m late. I laughed at myself for a moment, I thank the Universe for that extra 14 minutes of sunless forty winks and turned myself into Speedy Gonzalez.11
(To be continued)