Our last day in Indonesia! We flew back to Jakarta this morning with Janice. This morning Ari’s Dad, about the nicest person you can imagine, took us to the small village, about an hour and a half from Semarang, that has the eternal flame. We had to take a dirt road off the main road, driving past rice fields tended by workers in bamboo cone hats with hand scythes. The village had no more than a half-dozen huts surrounding a huge mat where a rice crop was being separated. In a small clearing to one side were two pile of stones. A few villagers motioned us forward, and using Ari's Dad as our translator we found out that both of these piles had flames coming from below the earth's crust. We put our hands over the top and it felt just like a stovetop. They put in a banana leaf that immediately caught flame. If that wasn't enough weirdness, we then walked behind a few huts to a pool of brown water, maybe 15 feet across, that looked like it was boiling. Hundreds of bubbles were breaking the surface, but it wasn't hot at all. Just gasses from below bubbling up... all the time... forever.