On the way up to Merbabu I lost my friends not much before the summit and neither could find them during the descent. We missed each other due to different sleeping schedules.
Down at the basecamp I waited for some hours staring at Merapi, sleeping on the street, enjoying fresh air and eating unindentifiable spicy cheap street food from nylon bag.
Right when I decided to leave alone, two of my worn out fellows showed up covered by volcanic dust. They had a hint to a waterfall, which turned out be just on our way back to Jogja. So we went.
Litter and uproarious locals everywhere.