Descending about 1/3 the way into the Bromo cone, the path to the bottom came to an abrupt halt at a steep shale cliff. Here I collected a film case of volcanic sand-pebbles as a souvenir, took some photos and inhaled more of the sulphur in the air. Surprisingly, even with a continual pouring of poisonous gas so close, I glimpsed the stirring of life as tiny green plants tried to break through the rocky-sandy soil.