Visiting Flores is one of my dreams. There are two things that I would really like to do there. First is to experience sunrise at Kelimutu and the second one is to stay over night at Waerebo. I have already done the first one (sunrise at Kelimutu was the greatest sunrise I have ever experienced in my life) and will do the second one either this year or next year.
I am a big fan of sunrises rather than sunsets. To be really honest there really is no particular reason for this, I just think a beautiful sunrise can improve your mood and instantly brighten up your day. Even though I totally agree that sunset is more romantic. I like the transition from dark to bright rather than the opposite. I’m digressing, so back to the trip.
Really early in the morning my two friends and I left from Moni village, the last village before Kelimutu, to Kelimutu mountain. We were off to see the sunrise at Mount Kelimutu with its tri-colored crater lakes. After we parked the car, we just needed to walk along a very easy track to reach the perfect spot to watch sunrise. Unsurprisingly there were quite a lot people who wanted to do exactly the same like us and most of them were foreigner tourists.
There are three lakes on Kelimutu Mountain of varying colors. Tiwu Ata Mbupu (Lake of Old People), Tiwu Nuwa Muri Koo Fai (Lake of Young Men and Maidens) and Tiwu Ata Polo (Bewitched or Enchanted Lake). When I was there Tiwu Ata Mbupu and Tiwu Nuwa Muri Koo Fai were almost in the same colour, turquoise blue. Meanwhile the Tiwu Ata Polo was in dark red almost black colour.
The moment that the sun started to rise everyone stopped talking and it seemed like there was absolute silence (maybe people even held their breath). They wanted to enjoy the spectacular view. It was a breathtaking moment for me. Before I arrived I had planned to video everything, but I totally forgot about it and just spoiled my eyes with the sunrise; the lakes, the rays of the sun, the clouds, the scenery, everything was just perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Five minutes after the sun had rose people started to talk again. Chit chatting with soft sounds, taking more and more pictures, enjoying hot cups of tea or coffee (there are several sellers up there) or they just stood around silently like me. Sunrise in Kelimutu is my favorite memory of my trip to Flores and it was a great start to the day. Afterwards we visited a traditional village, Wologai, which was also mystical like Kelimutu. It was the perfect way to end my short trip in Ende before heading to Labuhan Bajo.
Have you ever been to Kelimutu? Do you have any favorite sunrise moment?