Last year, I spent my vacation in my aunt's house. She lives behind one of the hills in Boyolali. I went there with my brother, Yoga. We took a bus from Semarang and got off at Solo bus stations. My aunt had waited for us there. She then took us to her house in Selo. This place is famous for its beautiful scenery.
    The journey to Selo was thrilling. We had to climb the hill. The street was twisted here and there. Moreover, it was foggy that afternoon. So, I could only see few meters in front of me. Luckily, my aunt was a good driver. She did it very well.
    We arrived at my aunt's house at seven o'clock in the evening. The place was completely dark. It was also very old. Yoga and I refused to take a bath although my aunt said she had prepared hot water for us.
    At night, we went to one of the hills there. There was an offering ceremony. The villagers offered a buffalo head for the Mount Merapi. People were dancing and singing during the ceremony. They wore Javanese costumes. Yoga and I enjoyed the performance. We wore very thick jackets because it was very cold.

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