The alarm trilled while it was still dark.
We’d organised a thermos from the hotel kitchen the night before, and we sipped still-warm tea as, breath visible, we wandered down the road.
We reached the viewpoint, a mere 2km through the village, in under half an hour, just as the sun was rising. In Cemoro Lewang the sun rises over the town, before angling down into Tennger massif and Mount Bromo. The top of Mount Bromo, steam rushing from its crater, was capped with gold when we reached the carpark, and the rest of Tennger massif was a perfect sea of black. It was like being on the moon; we were the only ones there.