Archive for March, 2006

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March 11, 2006


No wonder Johnny Weismuller, Christophe Lambert and the other Lords of Greystoke Manor never crashed… these “vines” which I always assumed were thin and stringy, if tough, are MASSIVE… can’t even close my fist around it.

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March 11, 2006

No wonder Johnny Weismuller, Christophe Lambert and the other Lords of Greystoke Manor never crashed… these “vines” which I always assumed were thin and stringy, if tough, are MASSIVE… can’t even close my fist around it.

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March 11, 2006


Hiding along the path among the Tarzan vines… every nook and cranny contained a couple like this — some in full religiously mandated dress, others a little more liberal. Really reminded me of a certain nation’s “parking” tradition… the Mountain of Love’s Lover’s Lane…

Welcome to the monkeyhouse…

March 11, 2006




Don’t forget to click…

Unlike the fun “monkey forest” in Ubud on Bali, there is nothing “staged” about the monkeys everywhere here in the forests and jungles on these mountains. These monkeys, hanging out around the paths to the mountaintops in the park, are not the same ones that treaterd us to spectacular performances in the jungle across from our phenomenal $30/night terrace seats… We watched them tiptoe through the treetops behind our hotel, over our heads, and across the ravine our room is perched on… we watched a mother WITH BABY just like the one in these pictures… launch herself Evel Knievel style over Snake River 20 meters from one flimsy branch to a flimsier one in another tree…looked like she was bungee jumping with her child in tow… Who needs movies and TVs? We got two shows on a giant screen with excellent surround sound, and beer, books, appetizers and each other that ran for over an hour each… utterly relaxing, fasinating, and entertaining…

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March 11, 2006


After the travelling monkey theater show had exited stage left the way they had come, the curtain came down, slowly but steadily, until the jungle stage was removed from our view. I took this shot right after the actors left. Not to worry, though, the curtain was back up by sunrise, and at noon just before checkout we caught a matinee performance from a different, much larger, monkey company…

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March 11, 2006


And here she is (why is she a “she”)… our motivation for coming… what I discovered to be the mountain of love herself… the steaming, never dormant Mount Merapi!

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March 11, 2006


Another view of the Mountain of Love, the great giver…

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March 11, 2006


“I think I’m a train.” Complete with amplified train noises one can hear from the mountaintops, like the mosques. Purpose the same, I guess: attract customers… Pity.

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March 10, 2006

Little White Riding Hood and the big red wolf guide? Posted by Picasa

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March 10, 2006

This jungle even featured a crawlspace tunnel in the mountainside that was none too short! No wonder I came home and got the wart excised! Posted by Picasa