So I left Ende and headed farther east to a small village nestled in the mountains by the name of Moni. As has been the case throughout Flores the road weaved through mountain landscapes via switchbacks and forty-five degree turns. A truck load of fun on a motorcycle.
The change in hues is attributed to the dissolution of minerals in the water or a mischievous wizard living in the hills nearby. Past colors include blue, maroon, and varying shades of brown.
|The dreaded black lake|
The locals believe Kelimutu to be sacred. A sign at a viewing point explains that it is believed that souls of the dead find their way to the lakes when they pass on. The souls of youth go to Tiwu Numa Muri Koo Fai (turquoise lake), the old go to Tiwi Ata Mbupu (dark green lake), and the naughty souls are destined to spend eternity in Tiwi Ata Polo (black lake). Don't be naughty.