Day
1, Arrival and the Freedom of Going Solo
Day 2, Volcanoes and Misty Tea Fields
I stopped at a small tea stall, ordered a warm cup of local tea (around IDR 10,000–15,000), and just sat there… surrounded by silence, mist, and layers of green hills fading into the distance. No rush. No noise. Just presence.
Day 3, A Slow Morning and High Cliff
Entrance at the time was around IDR 25,000–50,000, and it was worth every rupiah for the experience.
Instead of chasing sunrise like most people do, I came for the late afternoon and it turned out to be just as magical. The valley stretched endlessly in front of me, covered in layers of green forest. As the sun slowly moved lower, the light became softer, warmer, casting long shadows across the landscape.
There were fewer people compared to sunrise hours, which made the mom
ent feel more personal. Quiet. Undisturbed. Entrance fee was around IDR 15,000–25,000, and the view? Easily priceless.
Day 4, Rain, Fog, and the Journey to Kawah Putih
But this journey was different. Rain started early and didn’t stop. The road became wet, fog reduced visibility, and the temperature dropped significantly. My camera got soaked, my jacket was no longer enough, but somehow… it made the experience even more memorable.
After 3 nights and 4 days, it was time to return to Bali. But traveling during that time wasn’t simple.
Before flying, I had to take a COVID-19 swab test, something that felt unfamiliar and slightly stressful back then. Airports were quiet. Everyone wore masks. Distances were kept. It didn’t feel like normal travel, but it made the journey more meaningful.
This trip wasn’t just about Bandung. It was about a moment in time, when the world slowed down, and traveling felt different. Going solo made everything more personal. Every decision, every stop, every wrong turn, it was all mine. Bandung gave me everything:
mountains, mist, rain, food, silence, and a sense of freedom. And sometimes, that’s all you really need.












