BATU BADAUN

Once, there lived a widow of a rich man in a village on Tanimbar island, Maluku. She had two children, who had already grown into a young man and a young woman they were both very mean and spoiled. They used to have sevants when their father was still alive, but the servants left after the man died. Now, it was their mother who took care of them and did all the house hold chores ,from coking the food to washing their clothes. The two children treated their mother like a slave.

One day the two lazy young people woke up late. there was no food served on the table, which was very unusual. instead, the food was still cooking on the stove .their mother was nowhere to be seen .the children got so angry that they smashed the cooking pots on floor .

They then went out look for their mother. they suspected that she was still washing their laundry and the dishes at the river near their house. True enough, they soon saw her scrubbing their dirty clothes on the river stones. They went to her, and while one of them held back her arms, the other started to beat her up viciously. The mother cried piteously and begged for mercy, but the two wicked children didn’t pay attention to her cries. They hit her again and again. The poor women kept on crying and struggling to free herself but it was in vain.

Suddenly she stopped crying and her body went limp. The children heard her say in a low voice, “your father left us a lot of riches, but it won’t last forever. Even though it was only I who brought you into this word, from now on you are no longer my children. You are the incarnation of the devil himself. I won’t go back to our home. Do whatever you want, I don care.”

After the said this, she dragged herself to a big boulder on the riverbank and said, “dear big stone, please open yourself. Let me come inside you. Let me become a white sweet smelling jasmine to prove and lay herself down. Slowly the stone closed over her.

After a few days a small beautiful plant started to grow from under the big stone. It grew and grew. It had plenty of leaves and its flowers were white and sweet smelling. The people from the surrounding villages called the big stone “Batu Badaun”.

And what became of the two wicked children? After the people found out what they had done, the angry villagers threw them out of the village. The riches were taken away and given to the poor and needy. The wicked children were never heard from again.

THE LEGEND FROM BANDUNG “RORO JONGRANG” THAT BROKEN NOSE CURSED PRINCESS, STILL WELCOMES VISITORS

A long time ago in Prambanan palace lived a king named Baka with his beautiful daughter Roro Jongrang. Many rulers wanted to marry Roro Jograng, so they competed for her. When Bandung Bondowoso conquered Prambanan, he killed king Baka in a battle.

Bandung Bondowoso let Roro Jongrang live, but she was supposed to marry Bandung. She refused, making Bandung humiliated and offended. Roro Jograng struggled to escape, but it was in vain.

Finally Roro agreed to marry Bandung, but on one condition. Bandung had to present a big wonderful palace with one thousand sculptures in it. And he had to finish it before the sun rose. He agreed.

Bandung immediately called his invisible friend for help. They did what their master ordered. Knowing it, Roro was worried. It appeared they would finish the work before morning, and would not stop.

What can I do? Roro thought in a panic. Suddenly she had an idea. She awoke her maids and nannies, and asked them to do their daily routines as if morning had come. They also made shadow as if there was a sun in the sky.

Bandung was surprised. The sky was red, the roosters crowed, and the people pounded rice. Meanwhile the job had not been finished. The evil spirits disappeared because they were scared of light.

Bandung was there alone. When he found out that Roro had used tricks he cursed her. He turned her into a stone, which completed the temples. Even today, the statue of Roro Jongrang remains in the temple.

THE LEGEND OF LOMBOK PRINCESS MANDALIKA

Once upon a time in Lombok, there was a kingdom named Kuripan. The king of Kuripan was very wise. He had a daughter, named Mandalika. She was beautiful. Many princes wanted to marry her. To choose the one that would be his son-in-law, the king had arrow shooting competition. The best one would be Mandalika’s husband.

On the day of the competition, those princes shot their arrows. All of them did it perfectly. The king found it difficult to choose. Therefore, the princes began to fight and kill each other.

Princes Mandalika was so desperate. She didn’t want anyone killing each other because of her. That’s why she decided to go to the sea. She died in the south sea of Lombok. The king and princes were sad and felt guilty. They regretted and stopped fighting.

Until now, one day in every year, usually in February or march, people go to the south sea. On that day, a great number of worms come out from the sea. People call these worms Nyale. People believe that those Nyales are Prines Mandalika’s hair.

THE LEGEND OF BANYUWANGI

Once upon a time, there reigned in east java a king named Sindureja. He had a prime minister named Sidapaksa. Had a very beautiful wife.

Sidapaksa loved his wife deeply. They lived in complete happiness. However, Sidapaksa’s mother didn’t like her daughter-in-law. Each day she tried to think a way to separate Sidapaksa from his wife.

One day, king Sindureja asked Sidapaksa to search for the bud of a magic flower on mount Ijen. It was a long and dangerous journey. The assignment from the king was so important and urgent. Sidapaksa had to leave his pregnant wife.

Not long afterwards, a son was born. The baby’s birth gave much happiness to the young mother.

However, one day, while this young mother was bathing, her evil mother-in-low threw the baby into the river. Knowing that her baby had disappeared, the young mother was very sad. She could neither eat nor sleep. She became very ill.

Two years passed and Sidapaksa returned from his journey. He succeeded in doing his duty. Just as he was about to enter his house, her mother told him that his wife had thrown their baby into the river.

Sidapaksa believed his mother’s story. He was too angry to use his common sense. He drew his kris and approached his wife who was lying weak on her bed.

“Ah, wicked women. Tell me why you threw our new-born child into the river. Tell me” he said in a rough and angry voice.

“Oh, my dearest husband. I am innocent. I love you, and our baby. I didn’t kill our child. If you don’t believe me, carry me to the river. I will prove that I didn’t do it,” replied his wife calmly.

Sidapaksa took her wife to the edge of the river. Suddenly, his wife leaped up and threw herself into the river.

“Oh my God ! How will I know who killed my child?” moaned sidapaksa.

Then he looked down at the water. Suddenly, two pure whit flower-buds appeared, one larger and taller than the other. A sweet fragrance came from them.

“Sidapaksa, look here! Beside me is our child. He himself will tell you who drowned him,” the teller one spoke.

“Father, my mother is innocent. Grandmother threw me into the river. Now I’m happy because my beloved mother has come with me,” the smaller one spoke. Then, the two flowers vanished into the water. They left their fragrance behind.

Sine then, people call the city on its banks of the river Banyuwangi. Banyu means water and wangi means fragrant.

SANGKURIANG

In the time when west java was still thickly covered with woods and undergrowth and wonders existed, there reigned a king named Raden Sungging Pabangkara. He was a good ruler and he liked to go hunting in the forest.

In one of the forests the king often visited, there lived a she-ping, actually a cursed goddess. One day, she came out of her hiding place looking for water. There she saw a coconut shell filled with water. Gladly she drank it, having no suspicions whatsoever that it was the king’s urine, left there the day before when hunting. The consequences were very strange, she became pregnant. In a few months, she have birth to a very pretty girl. When the king was once again hunting in the forest, he saw the girl and-attracted by her beauty-he took her to his palace, called her Dayang Sumbi and treated her as his own daughter.

Dayang sumbi grew up to be a fine young girl, who was fond of weaving. One bright morning, as she was absorbed in weaving, her weaving-spool suddenly got loose. It flew out of the window to the field below. It was out of her reach, as her room was about three stories high. Quite at ease, she mumbled: “whoever is willing to help me pick up the spool, I’ll treat as my sister if she is a girl. If he is a man, I’ll take him as my husband”. These words were overheard by a dog, called tumang,who happened to came along. He immediately picked up the spool and brought it to Dayang Sumbi. Tumang was in fact a cursed god too, like the she-pig. Seeing the dog with the spool in his mouth, Dayang Sumbi fainted. Strangely, she underwent the same fate as her mother, the she-pig. She too became pregnant and a short time afterwards she gave birth to a strong healthy son, whom she called Sangkuriang.

Sangkuriang became a handsome young man. Like his grandfather, he was found of hunting in the forest and Tumang was his faithful friend when roaming the woods. He had no idea at all that Tumang was his own father. One day while hunting, they came across a fat pig. Sangkuriang strung his bow and z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z! The arrow hissed towards the she-pig, and hit but did not kill her. Wounded, she vanished into the undergrowth.

“Come on, Tumang, run after her!” Sangkuriang shouted, eager to taste the pork. Tumang, however, did not move. Whatever Sangkuriang said to urge Tumang to pursue the pig, it left him unmoved. Sangkuriang lost his self – control. Angrily, he killed Tumang, cut his flesh into pieces and took it home to his mother. She prepared a tasty dish of it and after the meal she asked:

“Sangkuriang, what kind of flesh is this? It is delicious!”

“This is Tumang, mother,” Sangkuriang responded calmly. For a moment Dayang Sumbi was speechless. Then, in rage she took a spool and flung it at him. It struck his forehead and blood dropped out of the wound. This left on a scar on the spot. Then Dayang Sumbi sent him away. Deeply grieved, Sangkuriang left and wandered through the woods.

After some years he returned to his native place, but did not recognize it any longer. In front of a house on stilts, he saw a young girl sitting at a weaving-loom. He approached her and, charmed by her beauty, he immediately proposed to her-unaware that she was his own mother.

For some time, they loved each other tenderly, making plans for their wedding day, but one day, she discovered the scar on his forehead. “That wound!” she whispered, and at that moment she realized that he was her own son.

After being left by Sangkuriang, Dayang Sumbi had been given eternal beauty by the gods, which was way she looked so young and Sangkuriang did not recognize her as his mother.

She made an effort to make him understand that a marriage between them was impossible. But Sangkuriang refused to accept the truth and was determined to get his own way. “What is to be done?” Dayang Sumbi pondered. She had an idea and said to him: “all right then, you shall marry me only on condition that you fulfill a wish of mine. Dam up the Citarum River and build a big vessel, which we shall use after being married. But you have only one nigh to complete the work” Sangkuriang agreed and started to work. Near daybreak he approached the end, in spit of his magic powers and prayers to the god for help. Noticing this, Dayang Sumbi got alarmed and hatched another plan to prevent the marriage. She stretched the red woven veil which covered her head over the eastern side of the plain. Through her magic powers, red light spread over the landscape, giving the impression that time was up for Sangkuriang. He was astonished.

“In vain!” he shouted in despair and at the same time, filled with rage, he kicked the vessel-which was almost finished-upside down. Then he went south, for he Indian ocean. He had not gone very far when the water of the lake rose and overflowed its banks, dragging everything in its way. Sangkuriang himself had no chance of escape and with all his workers he was driven away.

Some time later, the lake dried up. The mountain of Tangkuban prahu on the northern side of Bandung is thought to be the overturned vessel of Sangkuriang.

Tangkuban perahu are place is very exact f

or a tour with your family, we invite you going to Tangkuban perahu .

There are some large umberellas and some chair under the umberella.

In front of the bromo there is a …… It is surrounded by some beautiful flowers. There is a large swimming pool. The pool is divided into two parts, one for adults and one for children.