No, not Tiramisu, but definitely more delectable! Borobudur Temple in Magelang, near Yogyakartha (Indonesia) made to look like a layered cake with history seeping through the lava-rocks,
managed without trying, in raising my brows by many inches.
On that slightly overcast morning of November 6, 2008, it appeared to me like a grey cake waiting to be savored.
A closer look changed that notion, for, unlike a cake, this temple wasn’t going down in one bite.
Through centuries, it was going strong, in the face of rain, sun and Javanese winds.
To me, it was a symbol of persistence and determination…just what I needed to get to the top,
having spent the previous night climbing Mt Merapi, in the hope of seeing the sun rise over its volcanic crust and failing to summit, thanks to the unpredictable Javanese rain and mist.
I dragged myself over to the top, telling myself it wasn’t as bad as walking up the mountain,
single-file, through dense vegetation with a headlight that grudgingly lit a few inches of the mist-covered path at midnight. My feet and back protested but I kept going till I pulled myself up the last steps to the top and plopped by one of the perforated bells (stupas).
It was worth the effort.
After a while, I walked around the central dome, fanned by the cold winds, soaking in the sights before me. The dome surrounded by many stupas, actually sat on a platform of three circular platforms that in turn reposed on six rectangular platforms (the wedding cake theory!). The monument was layers and layers of stones, set between two volcanoes, rising majestically above the ground, depicting the era of Buddhism long gone.
Inside each of the stupa sat a statue of Buddha and it was quite a task to reach them through the
perforations that appeared deceptively large, but narrowed inside. The carvings on the stone walls on the lower rectangular platforms depict the early life of Buddha