We are sitting in a cold, damp hotel room not far from Batur. We awake at 3AM for the assent. I am too cold to contemplate the upcoming experience. We rode through dozens of rice fields and small villages to get here and a thick fog had descended on the roadway just after dark. It was a bit nerve-racking to be riding a motorbike through the fog, far from the hospitals and medics of Kuta. Now we are here and will attempt to get a few hours of sleep.
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