They range from grandfathers with traditional flowing sarongs hanging over their bare feet to teenagers clad in polo shirts and trainers, all climbing the 5, 000-odd stone steps that are illuminated by electric lights throughout the night, a glowing white line spiralling up the mountain and marking the way to the top.
We got out and walked around, and people pointed and laughed at the odd mechanical animals, the ever odder mechanical humans, the constellation of lights on the lawn and on the roof.