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Not so well visible, but in the right corner is Borobudur. In the background is Mount Merapi volcano. You can hike there starting 10 pm and lasting 12 hours, but I won't do it.
My apologies if I'm slow commenting, I'm relying on a very weak wifi, which seems quite normal if you travel.
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Wikipedia:
Borobudur, or Barabudur, is a 9th-century Mahayana Buddhist Temple in Magelang, Central Java, Indonesia. The monument consists of nine stacked platforms, six square and three circular, topped by a central dome. The temple is decorated with 2,672 relief panels and 504 Buddha statues. The central dome is surrounded by 72 Buddha statues, each seated inside a perforated stupa. It is the world's largest Buddhist temple, as well as one of the greatest Buddhist monuments in the world.
Mount Merapi, Gunung Merapi (literally Fire Mountain in Indonesian and Javanese), is an active stratovolcano located on the border between Central Java and Yogyakarta, Indonesia. It is the most active volcano in Indonesia and has erupted regularly since 1548.
Tengger Caldera in East Java (Indonesia), seen shortly after sunrise from Mount Penanjakan viewpoint (2,770 m).
In the foreground is Mount Batok (2,440 m), a perfectly shaped but not active volcano. The rather small steaming crater to the left is the active Bromo Volcano (2,329 m). And the impressive volcano in the background is Mount Semeru (3,676 m). Morning mist covers Segara Wedi, the so-called "Sea of Sands".
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Java Sparrow Maui, Hawaii.
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A fellow waterfaller and I actually caught some decent flow at Java Falls with the greenery due to a wet spring after visiting Letchworth State Park earlier
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Tengger Caldera / Java / Indonesia
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Borobudur Temple is a huge Buddhist Temple located 40 km north west of Yogyakarta, Central Java, Indonesia. The temple was built during the golden age of Syailendra Dynasty, presumably between 750 and 825. Dark-grey volcanic stone was used for the construction of the monument, which is listed as UNESCO World Heritage Site.
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Java Sparrow Kona, Hawaii.
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The Java House in San Francisco near the Giant's ballpark: a good place for breakfast and lunch.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
San Francisco CA
Sur cette image , je clos l'album de Java ...Merci de l'avoir suivi, mis des clichés en favori , et surtout de vos commentaires...
Nous prenons l'avion , et rejoignons les "CĂ©lĂšbes" maintenant appelĂ© Sulawesi.....oĂč nous attend un autre guide.....
***************On this picture, I close the album of Java ...Thank you for having followed it, put pictures in favorite, and for your comments... We take the plane, and join the "Celebes" now called Sulawesi..... where another guide is waiting for us.....
*******************Sobre esta foto, cierro el ĂĄlbum de Java ...Gracias por haberla seguido, poner fotos en favoritos, y por vuestros comentarios... Tomamos el aviĂłn, y nos unimos a las "CĂ©lebes" ahora llamadas Sulawesi..... donde nos espera otro guĂa.....
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A Burlington Northern freight heads across Java Bridge at Java, Montana, on a frigid March 2, 1989. Trailing lead tiger-striped GP50 No. 3126 is a SD40-2, another GP50, a B30-7A and a fuel tender.
We're at the cafe chewing the fat out of Poetics. We're
drinking exotic java from Sumatra's steamy mountains with
jiggerfuls of Bailey's Cream. We're going to tear down
the Lyceum tonight and wake in the bushes tomorrow with
aftershocks still crackling in our heads. We're guzzling more
of this oily, liquid explosive and ranting about Aristotle,
the cantankerous old duck he became when he left Athens for
the boy king of Macedonia. Mist rises from our fevered brains,
obscuring the room and the jazz and the rhapsodies we take turns
reciting. I am having an out of body experience, my eyes
so full of blue light and wistfulness I can feel the reverb
of my words, the syllables lining up in their linear rows,
bumping into each other as they slinky forward, end over
slurpy end. Nature chooses the proper meter, Aristotle says
through Bramdass' voice, and I'm agreeing and flogging my
tongue about for emphasis, becoming more profound as I kick
off my wing tips and begin to levitate. We're dealing out
our full deck of vocabulary words now, two high rollers,
two java worshipers approaching our frenzied peaks, our
Machu Picchuan summit. One or two well chosen handholds
and we can haul ourselves onto the lowest rungs of heaven. We
are astonished by our radioactive brilliance, Bramdass fallen to
his knees, fallen flat in his green ravine of shag carpet, joy
spilling from his eyes, the heady drunken joy of misfits.
--Miguel deO