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Mt Bromo

After the trips to the hospital after I had, it was time for a volunteer trip. The goal: Mt Bromo ... one of the many active volcanoes on Java and famous for a great sunrise. To see this, I have 4 friends with me Friday night in the car is set to ride the sunrise stuendiger after 12 to miss by 1.5 hours, shit happens! But it has paid off anyway. While three of our group join in a tour, have Sairozi and I decided to climb the volcano alone and on foot. And after an astounding 2 hours we had it actually been done to the summit and were able to enjoy a view atemberaumbende (unfortunately without a sunrise, but still spectacular). From the huge crater and clouds of steam rose to around one could see other mountain peaks. In addition, there is a small temple at the foot of the crater. The way back to the car we have moved back to the backs of two ponies and about 12 clock at noon it was already back to Semarang.












a brief stop, we still placed in Surabaya at the scene of one of the unfortunately rather frequent man-made disasters here to watch in Indonesia. For wells were discovered a vein of volcanic mud (what exactly do I itself is not Daich the Indonesian policy, I unfortunately do not understand completely), after which the mass began to swell from the ground and buried entire neighborhoods among themselves. Where once houses, schools and mosques were, you can see now just a big, dirty sea of mud, from which a few Haeuserdaecher r lookouts .












After we were then broken up again, it went to the last 9 hours of driving that separated me from my bed awaited. This should get me on Sunday morning uebergluecklich by 3 clock!
The joy was short lived as I should soon expect a very different kind of problem. The next morning I went not knowing namely to the ATM to withdraw money, as there were in my purse after Bromoausflug after only 6 €. After having the right! (I have extra-examined again) PIN entered 3 times at various ATMs had, I was told it was closed as a result of an incorrect PIN my card ... WHAT! After a phone call to my bank, I was until Thursday while a new PIN be sent, but the remaining 5 days I then inadvertently kept diet, since even the 30 cents meant for a lunch in the meantime remaining 2 € an excessive investment. Luckily I was able to count on the help of my friends who tell me with food of refinement (have my contacts from my project in PIP provided me with lunch boxes, what super sweet of them was!) Or Mother Nature has helped me in the form of Mangobaeumen, so I came to at least one meal a day. That many people the time and thus is (not because their credit card works, but because they really have no money for food) and they not like me helps is really frightening. What is almost as frightening, however, that one is, if you're not a problem with the VISA card has almost no reason how such a thing.

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Hospital, the Second Hospital

Because it has so I failed the first time as well, of course I had to again stop by the hospital. My ear was still not aufgehoert namely to bleed for 3 days and after 5 days it was almost more painful as the day and therefore I decided my follow-up, which actually was only 2 days late to bring forward something. No sooner said than done ... I went into the hospital recommended by the last doctor to determine the follow-up they do there only on Thursdays (so I was two days too early). Nja, all good things come in threes and so it went to the nearest hospital.
I met by chance an Indonesian volunteers of my organization, the very surprised at the note, I had received in the first hospital in the state in which doctor I should have the follow-up. After I had told her of my ears, namely pain, it was easy for her as odd that they wanted to send me a brain and nerve specialist. I felt the same course (as is my brain is still as "good" as before the accident) and so I'm upside down on the half-way into the medical room and I asked for an ENT doctor. This looked to me only briefly in his ear to me on some medicine and forbade me egg, fish and peanuts to eat. That's it ... -Almost! Of course I wanted to know whether I should continue to take the old drugs. When he threw a look at it, he looked confused and told me that I was not the brain would need to take pills ... Since I was flabbergasted! I had it when I was in the hospital after the accident, said several times that my head is ok and I also not bad, etc (due to possible concussion) was, but my ear hurts. Why did I then five days for tablets swallowed the head (ok, actually I had no idea What do the tablets is yes to all Aerzteindonesisch)? My very positive first impression of the first hospital of course was after this action there, especially since I already had a few hours after I swallowed the pills right, went much better and my ears almost not hurt.

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"Finally," I have also made it! After just about every volunteer here had at least one hospital stay behind, it was now time for me to make this experience. After I bled after a motorbike accident on the chin and the ear, I was transported into the next Becak and the luckily only 250m distant hospital, where I surrounded first 4 nurses, down on a couch forced to participate with needle and thread herumzudocktern my chin. After I had now heard quite a few horror stories about Indonesian doctors, I was pleasantly surprised, because the sisters seemed really was (and also give the injections, I had to learn later, unfortunately) from sewing to understand. In any case, all were eager to ask me questions, to take blood to administer tetanus injections (guess where? Jaaaaaa exactly, I was allowed only once letting down his pants) or just standing around and staring at the bleeding and somewhat confused foreigners. After the initial shock subsided, then the next came in the form of a bracelet with my name and number. It was also told that we "go take pictures" now - Mooooment ... I know from somewhere else. In any second-rate detective series is there somewhere, in the scene where the victim comes to the morgue ... halloooo, I'm not dead yet (what you as readers already know, because if I really would have blessed the time, I would not be able to write this blog).
The photos turned out to as CT because they wanted to exclude a concussion. Until the analysis of the images they wanted to keep me first in the hospital, so I spent the night with still 4 other patients in a room.
Before I came to sleep, it was said to receive visit ... I was not 2 hours in the hospital when the first front of the door, or rather stood by the bed. Total came about 10 people on the one evening that had to be partially divided into groups of visitors, there was not enough room. Do not ask me how does something like that, but within the first 1.5 hours after my accident seemed half the town to know that I'm in the hospital (I had only 2 people said ... the modest leader of my organization and my contact person in the project!). to be able to after I had told how the accident happened 200 times windchill, I managed to even get some sleep and then the next morning to receive the next visitor. Fortunately, however, were not only guests but also the love nice doctor with the CT images. With my brain is all right (in other words, there is not much worse than before ^ ^) and I was allowed to go home! Until now all healed really well and to follow up on Thursday I'm probably back as healthy as before the accident!

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new photos from the orphanage

The new building ...
first from the front, second
in the dining room, third
Hall entrance, 4th
Bathroom,
5th Cooking, 6th
one of two children's rooms