To reach the summit of the Batur Volcano before sunrise, we had to wake up at 3:30 AM, leave the hotel at 4:00 AM, and climb for one hour and a half.
Of course, first we were too cold, then too hot, then hungry, then exhausted, then swearing we would never do it again. But in fact, reaching the top felt great.
After eating eggs sandwiches and banana sandwiches (yes, a banana mashed in between two slices of bread, where is the problem?), we walked along the crest to observe the volcano heart. On the road, very small pieces of black stone – lava obviously – So small that it felt like walking on Oreos cookies ! I was almost missing the ritual glass of milk to go with it : )