Mount Bromo Volcano


Ofni (pointing), Elders Rondonuwu, Quinn, Smith, Mulia,
Widodo, Johnson, Go, Sisters Tandiman, Nababan, Elders
Marsudi, Muloyno, and Hernandez 
We are in the middle of the rainy season in Indonesia.  That means it rains every day--not just a sprinkle, but really rain and sometimes lightening and thunder.  Living up on the 21st floor, it can even get exciting at times, but I digress...  The missionaries really wanted to travel to Mount Bromo, even though the tour book said that the mountain clouds over during the rainy season, right after the sunrise. All the tourist information I read said that virtually all the tours arrive in time for the sunrise.  President Groberg, our mission president, gave us permission to leave at 5 a.m., but no sooner.  Okay.  We decided it would be fun no matter what because we were all together.  We commenced the journey at 5:15 a.m. with the 8 Surabaya missionaries, 2 cars, 2 drivers and ourselves.  The other couple, Elder and Sister Kepler had a personal emergency they had to attend to and opted to stay in Surabaya.  We left with a drizzle surrounding us.  We met the Malang missionaries along the main road and tucked them in our cars.  It took us forever to find the mountain because our driver wouldn't look at the map we had and wouldn't listen to a mere woman (who, incidentally, had studied the whole area and maps!).  Needless to say, I was quite ticked that we turned around completely and ended up back at the main road to Malang, wasting an hour!  But, when we arrived, it was worth it!  We rented a very safe (?) mode of transportation and headed up the mountain.
At the top of the main crater, there was a huge cloud, but
it was fun to explore around in the mist and rain.
At the top!  Steve and Elder Smith
Looking into the crater.
We then drove down into the crater and across the bed of it
(which is 10 km across) to Mount Bromo, one of three
smaller volcano mountains within the large crater.





As soon as we had a nice look around, the clouds completely covered the whole mountain.  What a miracle that we got to see it! We arrived back home at 7:30.  What a great day!



6 Million People, 7 Million Motorcycles

 

Notice the "seat belt"

Traffic in Surabaya is a constant challenge.  The biggest challenge is to watch out for all the motorcycles!  That is the most used mode of transportation in Indonesia.  I think most families are limited to 2 children because that's all that will fit on the motorcycle.  When you stop at a light, the motorcycles flow on both sides of the cars, moving to the front of the pack.  So, of course, one can travel through town MUCH faster on a bike or motorcycle than in a car.

Memorable P-Day at Taman Safari

The whole group!  Elders Rondonuwu, Hernandez, Damavandi, Quinn,
Mulyono, Marsudi, Go, Jameson, Sister Suryono, Elder Widodo,
Sister Blake, Elder Tjoe, Seiters and Keplers
Once a month the missionaries are allowed to get together for a P-Day activity of a more substantial nature. I volunteered to be the fun chairman and have been combing the Indonesian travel book that we have.  We decided as a group to visit Taman Safari, near Malang on November 30th.  We rented a small bus, which, we were told, would hold 12 passengers plus the driver.  Well, the seating was a bit less than that! But we all scrunched and without seatbelts, made the trip.  We met the Malang missionaries there and had a grand time. After the initial "safari" bus ride through the park, we were dropped off at an area where we could walk around to see more animals, get pictures taken holding animals, and see animal shows.  It was really very good!  After we had all gotten our fill of animals and were starving to death, we went to the parking lot and ate the lunch the Keplers and we had fixed.  The American missionaries were thrilled to pieces to get peanut butter sandwiches.  On their missionary allowance, they surely can't afford peanut butter and jam, so this was a rare treat. We returned home by way of the back roads, along the mountains, because of a huge traffic jam on the main road from Malang to Surabaya. The scenery was beautiful. What a fun relaxing day!
The happy group as we left Surabaya: Elders Go,
 Tjoe (pronounced  "chew"), Widodo, Mulyono, Steven Quinn,
Rondonuwu,  Cody Jameson, and Mackenzi Damavandi

This is a mud flow, or mud volcano, covering several miles.
They've built a dike around it 3-4 stories high to try to
contain in. 

Elder Jerry and Sister Nadene Kepler


Entrance to Taman Safari


The ladies room by the entrance to the Safari



I loved the wood carving on the right and was lucky to
 snap this picture from the safari bus!


Good thing he was behind glass!
Elder Steven Quinn with his pet tiger


Sister Seiter, missing her grandchildren, hugs any youngin'

Couples' Mission Conference

When we had been in Surabaya a couple of weeks, we boarded the train to Solo.  That was a little nerve-wracking, but a cute Indonesian porter saw us sitting in the waiting area and came to take us and our luggage to the train.  He even helped us locate our seats and said our tip wasn't enough.  Oh well, what's another couple dollars?
We enjoyed our 4-hour train ride, but the car was not air conditioned and got hotter as the trip wore on.  The scenery was spectacular.  We played, "Ticket to  Ride" the last hour, thinking a train game on the train ride to be appropriate. The Grovers met our train and took us to the church building where we waited for the Jakarta missionaries to arrive. We had instruction mixed with meals and a hotel stay. We even got in a little shopping where they demonstrate and sell hand-made batiks. We bought matching batik (not hand made) shirts and wore them on the hike the third day.
Demonstrating hand-made batik.  It takes 3 weeks to
complete a 3 meter piece that sells for $120.

Our 2nd day was spent at the closing ceremony of the water project that the Church had completed. The Grovers had been overseeing the project in Jenawi, in the mountains outside of Solo, Central Java.

                   
Part of the closing ceremonies included a large feast for the dignitaries, including us (yum yum). They had some very interesting music and dancers that reminded us that we were no longer in Kansas!

                           

The water project brought clean water to the community and built several latrines in the area.
The children were watching the comic dance.
Notice the name of the Church in each latrine and on the water tank.


  On the third day of the conference, we hiked 3 km to the water source.  It was a beautiful area to hike through and we thoroughly enjoyed it!  

There were gardens all along the route, each as carefully laid out as this one.

We found this beautiful spider and its web along the trail.

Left to right: Elder and Sister Greenway (Ron and Melanie from Pennsylvania),
Sister Beaman, Elder and Sister Seiter (that's us!), and Elder Beaman (from Kentucky)
           

The Work Begins!

Most of the smaller neighborhood streets are
too small for cars.
As we got settled in and hired our driver, we were now ready to tackle the world. We started by going with our branch president, President Soewardi, to visit some members of the branch who were less active. The first house was way out west, more than an hour from our house, but first we had to find the branch president.  Whew!  That took an hour and he only lives 15 minutes from our apartment! Ofni kept asking people on the street, the stores, the becak drivers and even talking on the phone to President Soewardi. We finally found his little street and his house. But now Ofni knew exactly how to find him and drives straight there every Friday. That first day we went from the west end of the branch to the farthest east end and then to the far south end of the branch!  We about died!  The next time we went out, we suggested that possibly we could visit the members in one area, but that was not to be. We wandered all over the branch the 2nd Friday.  But now, we were getting the lay of the land, we started taking matters in our own hands!  During the weeks, we visited people on our own and studied the maps of Surabaya.  We tried to get Ofni to find where members live on the map, but he didn't want any part of that exercise. "The map is in my head, I don't need to look at a paper map." It took us a long time to convince him that we could be more efficient with our days if we could go to one area and visit all the members in that one area. We still, after 3 1/2 months haven't fully convinced him, but at least he's more patient with us and will look at the map sometimes.  And now, we often direct the visits with President Soewardi on Fridays. Out of 111 households listed on our branch roster, we have 16 left to visit.  Whew!
At first the visits took a long time because Ofni felt an obligation to preach to the people.  He would often go at it for 15-20 minutes at a stretch. We would sometimes try to get a word in, but since we didn't really know what he was saying, it was hard to contribute to the conversation. Now, we are mostly trying to track down people who have moved and left no forwarding address.
Back on this little walkway are several more houses.
We've had a few miracles in that regard.  We'll find the house at the given address is occupied by someone else and Ofni will ask several neighbors or nearby vendors about the people.  Twice someone happened to walk by and overheard the conversation and said, "I know where they live." Then they will help us find the new location. Once a neighbor took us around the corner to someone who knew the person's brother.  Once the occupant said, "He's my older brother.  I'll show you where he lives." He rode on his motorcycle with his cute daughter in front, to show us the new neighborhood.  He took Ofni partway down the narrow walk to point out the house and then gave this admonition: "Please don't tell my brother that I showed you where he lives."  So of course, we didn't :)
Beautiful orchids along the path.
Our guide's 4-year old daughter.
Many times the whole neighborhood will turn out to try to help us.  It's been quite delightful to us that most of them are Muslem, but will still try to help.  If no one in the crowd knows of the family, they'll take us to another older neighbor and ask there, or direct us to the "RT", or "village chief."  The RT is over 100 families in each neighborhood and he keeps track of the families under his care.  They always know which are Christian and sometimes will direct us there to ask for information.