Me and papa at Lembah Anai, a waterfall by the roadside, our first stop along the way. We did pay an entrance fee to get closer to the waterfall though.
Jimmy contemplates life as he stares into the plunge pool... Then again, knowing him, he's probably thinking about the force of the waterfall and the corresponding speed of erosion...
Kids are swimming in the plunge pool and the shallower areas downstream from the waterfall. The entrance fee's probably more for them then for curious tourists like us.
Us, the whole gang in front of a rumah gadang, traditional house of the Minang Kabau people. This one has been converted into a museum.
Papa and I, in front of the rumah gadang. The smaller houses in front of the main house is used to store rations for the families living in the main house, I think. The use of the smaller houses are defined by the number of stilts that hold it up.
Jimmy and I attempting a jump shot. Not too successful I must say, thanks to the photographer. :p
View of a valley on our way to Bukit Tinggi.
Lake Maninjau. There road to Maninjau has 44 hairpin bends. Driving down that road was nerve-wrecking, especially for the front seat passenger.
A closer look at Lake Maninjau and the padi fields surrounding it.
It sure gets messy traveling in a big group.L to R: Tom, papa, Anton, mama, Tante Tju, Jimmy, Emak and Tante Tjin.
Me and papa, again...
Gunung Merapi (Sumatra), with its top covered by clouds.
The cliffs of Lembah Harau.
A little stream runs through the Harau valley.
Waterfalls also decorate parts of the cliff.
View of the gorge formed by the cliffs.
A look to the entrance of the gorge.
A winding path towards a rest house or cafe, I'm not sure as we didn't go there.
Waterfall down the cliff. You'll notice there are children swimming in the plunge pool again.
Pitcher plant.
The young ones, and the one young at heart, climbed up one of the shorter cliffs to get a better view.
"Gina looks pale," Papa said.
Group photo.
Ngarai Sianok. A canyon just off to one side of the city of Bukit Tinggi.
Lobang Jepang aka Japanese Tunnel. A tunnel used by the Japanese during their occupation of Sumatra. It was dug by POWs. It was used to keep ammunition, hold prisoners and also execute prisoners. Body parts of executed prisoner would be thrown out of the tunnel, down to a river at the bottom of the canyon.
One of the escape routes from the tunnel. If they were ever found, the Japanese would use this escape route to crawl out of the tunnel and climb down the side of the canyon with the help of tree branches and roots.
The stairs leading down to the tunnel. The stairs go down about 45 metres underground.
Jam Gadang, a clock tower which is a landmark in the city of Bukit Tinggi.
Us at the venue of a cultural show we watched.
Jimmy and papa trying their hands at the local music instrument.
This was probably the highlight of the show. The name of the dance is Tarik Piring. The dancers actually dance and jump on broken plates. Yes, it's as dangerous as it sounds. Not that we saw anyone get cut though.
Lake Singkarak, on our way back to Padang.
At a restaurant, located beside Singkarak, where we had coffee and fried fish. Also, where the "toilet" went straight to the lake.
Danau Dibawah, aka Lower Lake.
Danau Diatas, aka Upper Lake.
Still Danau Diatas. The lakes are separate by just a few kilometres, hence they're also called Twin Lakes.
Flowers grow prettier in colder regions.
Far off in the background is the city of Padang.
Teluk Bayur, a port in Padang.Gina
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