lørdag den 28. februar 2015

Senggigi and Kuta (Lombok)

Monday 16th February

Travelling time again, first we caught the public boat to Bangsal Harbour on Lombok. Just as the boat touched the beach the locals rushed off it, we took our time and geared up with all our bags, Iben let a “helpsome” local carry her big bag off the boat, he was already halfway on the beach before Erik realized it and told Iben that it was a bad idea to get help, because the guy would expect some money for helping out. 
Luckily Iben has already toughened a bit up, so when she handed the guy 700 Idr. (roughly 40 danish øre) he got so disappointed, that she got her backpack AND her money back, he was asking for 10.000 Idr. (5 Dkr) - maybe it was a bit rude and insulting, because it’s the way those people make their income, helping loading and unloading the passengers luggage, but it’s also rude to assume that everybody will pay for getting into their trap.

Next experience was kinda the same, just the other way around, we still had an hour drive to our destination Senggigi, but we first had to find a taxi to take us there, we knew that the price should be around 80-100.000 Idr. So we started walking towards the bus station, where the Bluebird taxi’s are located. 
On our way, we got asked a hundred times by local drivers: Transport, transport, at the same time they hold there hands like they’re holding on to a steering wheel. Of cause they offered to drive us there, but for a larger amount of money. So we told them that we already knew the price, and that we were going to take a bluebird cab. 
Eventually a guy in a minibus said: Okay, okay 80.000 Idr. Perfect! We jumped in and drove for 2 minutes, he stopped and said, he just had to give his daughter some money, after 5 minutes he was back, and we left Bangsal. Sadly the drive didn’t turn out as we expected, after 10 minutes he stopped another car, a old truck, with wooden seats in the back, a so called bemo. He told us, that his left front tyre was flat, so we had to do the rest of the journey with his brother. 
We got very annoyed, because we knew this was a trick, first you agree on a certain price, but the price you agree on, is for the new nice car, with air-conditioning and good comfort, and then when they have taken you too far enough out of town, to find another transportation option, they stop the car (which has had the flat tyre all the time), and then they make you drive in the old shitty car, for the same price, and if you resist it, they leave you out there in the middle of nowhere. 
Luckily for us, the price we agreed on, was the same it would have costed for the bemo to start with, so no extra costs for us, just worse comfort. 
But before we totally agreed to jump in the other car, the first driver got very angry with us, because we didn’t believe him, and in the end of our discussion he ended his sentence with; “This is my country, I can kill you here!” This definitely was a clear call, but it was easy to tell that he was just upset, and he did not at all look like a guy with the balls to do what he said. It still made the situation a bit more intense, especially when Erik tried to bargain the price down from 80.000 to 60.000 because of the lower comfort level. He didn’t succeed, but we carried on anyway with the original price, and in the old truck. We were concerned if our new driver would make any troubles on the way to Senggigi, but he had a much nicer personality. 
In the township of Senggigi we checked in at Oz Stay Hostel, a huge but almost empty hostel with good facilities. Erik and I planned to do some special dives on the southern part of Lombok, near Belongas Bay. The dives are known to have a lot of current involved, and only experienced divers with at least 50 dives are allowed to dive there. Scuba Froggy are currently the only dive company diving there, and they have an office in Senggigi where we would arrange our dives from. 

Our bemo after we got "kicked" off our minibus
Oz stay in Senggigi
 Tuesday 17th February

After staying up late the night before, Erik and I slept in. Meanwhile Iben went on a scooter trip to see some waterfalls and rice fields in the north of Lombok. Our day went by with working on the blog, and arranging the last details for our dive excursion the next day. 
Iben got home totally soaked in the afternoon, they had been unlucky with the weather, as soon as they reached the waterfalls, it had started raining, so she had a long warm shower before we all ventured out to try the local food market. It was undoubtedly one of the worst food experiences, the food tasted awful, and the small chickens that both Erik and Iben ordered looked like newborn chicks, there were absolutely no meat on them, but they were served as whole chickens - still with the heads on and everything... Very bad experience, but again it was an experience... Especially for Iben, as she couldn’t get herself to pull the head of the chicken, and Erik refused to help her, so she had to eat the chicken with the head looking at her... 
Ha ha, well she is definitely getting more and more use to the way of living around here.

Worst food experience so far!
Wednesday 18th February

The transfer bus from Scuba Froggy picked us up early in the morning, Iben wasn’t diving with them but they allowed her to pay a little fee for the transfer to Kuta beach. 
The outrigger boat seemed vulnerable on the open ocean which this day offered severe swells. I was a bit nervous if the small boat would survive the long journey or not. 
When we spotted dolphins the captain stopped the boat for a moment, and it made me calm to feel the swells, without the engine running. As mentioned before the dives can be a bit dangerous due to the strong currents going in all possible directions. We were one on one with an instructor each, which also gave us a hint about the severity of the dives. 
At the first dive site called: The Magnet, which is a big rock with a lighthouse on top, I jumped in the water with my instructor, Tomas. The plan was that all four of us should go down on the same time, but while we were hanging on the side of the boat the swells and currents made it impossible for us to hold on any longer. We let go of the boat and I got caught in the waves rolling towards the rock. The waves were huge and when they were on their highest they almost covered the rock, there was about 3-4 meters difference from highest to lowest. I was getting quite nervous for a moment there, so Tomas told me to go down. It was easy as the current was down going and within seconds we were on 23 meters depth. But unfortunately we didn’t get down to the right spot on the rock wall, so we had to surface and try again. I actually didn’t know what was going on when this happend as I didn’t check my dive computer at all. Thomas grabbed me and fully inflated my BCD, this will usually send you straight to the surface, and is something you NEVER do as a diver, but we were still stable on 20 meters. That’s how strong the down current were. 
We got out of the current and went back on the boat to try again. Meanwhile Erik had jumped in with his instructor Sascha, they had been more lucky to get on the right side of the rock where there was less current, all though they still had a strong down going current. Within seconds they had reached 41 meters depth, and within the next 5 minutes they saw a eagle ray, a turtle, many reef sharks, very big schools of Trevallys, hammerhead sharks circling above them and the largest school of Barracudas Erik has ever seen. When we met them underwater at our second dive attempt, they both showed off by signaling the dive sign for hammerheads while dancing around in the water. 
I was so happy for Erik, as that was his biggest wish to experience - but I couldn’t help giving him the international finger sign for “screw you”, anyway. 
Back on the boat they were so overwhelmed by happiness, it was great... For them! 
Apart from Tomas getting caught in the currents again, the next dive at: The Cathedral, was more successful. 
I jumped in with Erik and Sascha, and he kept banging his tank until Tomas had found us underwater. We had two olive sea snakes following us, they are listed as the most venomous of all snakes. Obviously we didn’t enjoy that, they swam in between my legs and at one point I hit one of them in the head with my fin. Luckily the hit didn’t upset it, but it wasn’t enjoyable to have them this close to us. 
I was relieved when we reached the surface again, and I just wanted to get away from there. 
Both of our dives were short, because they were deep dives, but also because we used our air so quickly from working against the currents all the time. It was definitely a big experience and challenge to dive in so strong currents. 
Back in Kuta Iben had arranged a shared room for us on Banana Homestay. This was a place filled with Scandinavian and north European people, which were practising their surf skills on the surrounding beaches each day and drinking Bintang’s every night. 
We were too tired to socialize this day, so we went out for dinner by ourselves and went to bed early. Iben met some other solo travellers and spend the night with them.

Hammerhead shark

Diving @ Belongas Bay 



 Thursday 19th February

We rented a motorbike and drove to Mawun beach with Iben, a guy named Razhid and a girl that Iben had met - both Germans. It was just a lazy day on the beach. Razhid was a nice bloke with his heart and head in the right place, the girl on the other hand was annoying. We lost it completely when she started telling us that she became a vegetarian, because her sister got cancer, and to support her sister she stopped eating meat, because it’s bad for the body, but she continued smoking, drinking and riding motorbikes WITHOUT a helmet. Very clever girl! We did our best to put up with her throughout the day, and we even arranged to watch the sunset together on a nearby hill, together with other sunset junkies. 
Kuta on Lombok attracts a lot of young people, as it’s all about catching waves and getting drunk. It’s a small town but it’s got a reputation of a lot of crime. All the long-terms we talked to on Banana Homestay are very cautions about going out at night, and specially driving out of town at night. There should be some strange natives around. 
Personally I don’t understand why so many people are staying here long-term as it seems like everybody is afraid of going out. This is also the reason why we left the hill and the sunset before it got dark. Back at Banana we squeezed in on one of the small porches in front of a room and one Bintang took over the other, while we shared stories with strangers from around the world. 




BINTANG TIME!!!

Kuta (Lombok)


mandag den 23. februar 2015

Indonesia - Nusa Lembongan and another visit on Gili T.

Sunday 8th February

In the morning Iben started her open water certificate with Dice Concept, which would take three whole days. Erik and I aimed to do some diving, so we went for a browse around the different diveshops on the island. Along Jungutbatu beach there’s only one road, which makes it easy to navigate around. We simply love the island atmosphere and realized how much we had missed the local villages and the always smiling locals. 
We discovered that Dive Concept actually were one of the cheapest dive companies around, which is also why we went back there to book our dives for the next day. By doing that we would also get on the same boat as Iben, when she was going out for her first ever dives - it would make her more comfortable and less nervous as well... So it was by far the best option! 
We hung around the pool and enjoyed our stunning surroundings during the day, and at night we had arranged to eat seafood barbeque with a Danish girl (Naja) and her Dutch friend (Sharon)... We all waited for Iben to be done with her pool session, but apparently that took longer than expected. 
We left a note for her and went out. The seafood barbeque wasn’t actually a barbeque, so we agreed to leave the restaurant again to find something cheaper. The second place we went had a 10% service charge and 11% government tax on top of the displayed prices... We left again! It started to get embarrassing so we made a plan to check the menu card before seating in the third restaurant. Luckily the prices were reasonable so finally we could order our dinner. 
Afterwards we talked to Iben back at the hotel and she had had a difficult time in the pool, practising her diving skills... But after a long time she had passed all the tests, and came back extremely exhausted after a long day. She was insecure whether she would try again or give up the next day. We ensured her that it’s totally normal to be afraid and nervous the first couple of times, and I think that helped her a bit.


A different way to cut grass...
All ages can ride a motorbike here.
A contrast photo.. Dirty shop with poor locals,  next to a great beach and a rich round-eyed 
Jungutbatu beach
Sweet as view..

Sunset from our guesthouse



Monday 9th February

As organized we went to Dive Concept at 7.45am. The low tide made our diving delayed, so we had time for breakfast, before entering the boat an hour later than planned. 
The water was calm and nice, and we were looking forward to do some tropical diving again. We were in a small group consisting of Erik, myself and our divemaster Jack, a local guy who was bad at English but awesome at finding the small things and showing them to us. It didn’t matter that we couldn’t communicate above water as communication underneath are international and more important in this case. 
On our first dive at Santal we had a strong current at one point, it was uncomfortable as our breathing got really heavy. Jack showed us to grab onto one of the hard corals and then we hung there until the current took off and we could continue our dive. It was sweet as to dive in the tropics again, and the visibility was about 20m, which we consider as pretty good. We saw orangutan crabs for the first time. 
Back on the surface, the water had become more choppy. Iben, her instructor Roman and another newbie diver (Julia) had a hard time getting back in the small boat, the waves and current were making it difficult, not to mention the extremely horrible “captain”. He kept the waves on the side of the boat, which made it sway a lot. 
The newbies dive had been a totally disaster, first of all a trigger fish had attacked Julia, both Iben and her had paniced but continued their dive anyway, then a dive boat didn’t see their dive flag as they were surfacing, so it sailed right above them almost hitting them. And on top of that they came up to the choppy sea and struggled to get on the boat again. No wonder they were nervous and scared when they finally got back on board. Obviously they had tried a lot already, after only one dive in the ocean. 
Second dive at Pura Ped was freaking fantastic, a drift dive along a wall and it was so beautiful and the fact that we could see so far was just awesome. We saw a few turtles, clown and titan triggerfish, a huge scorpionfish, a huge conch alive, and Erik by himself found another orangutan crab - which by the way looks totally like a orangutan, but tiny and nothing like a crab, and of cause all the normal tropical fish such as angelfish, butterflyfish, anemone fish, etc. Iben had a much better dive the second time and she seemed much more confident afterwards.
On solid ground we went home to have a rest after lunch, and Iben had to study all night at the shop. We found it odd that the dive instructor made her study in the late hours, she was tired after the diving and couldn’t concentrate. They should have finished the studies in the morning and dived in the afternoon, as diving really is tiring. It didn’t seem like Roman planned it very good for their benefit. We definitely got confirmed that our open water course on Koh Tao was very well organized and planned. It might be a big factory there, but they really know what they are doing. 
Anyhow Erik and I were in for a treat and a big surprise, as we ordered dinner in the theatre’s restaurant. Erik ordered tuna steak with coleslaw and homemade fries, and I had chicken breast. It sounds really casual but all the sides and extra things on the plates really gave it a gourmet touch. It was soooo good. It wasn’t the last time we would dine there, that was certain.


 Turtle Selfie

Underwater Selfie


Tuesday 10th February

Erik and me went for a jog in the morning, we thought i would be a 5-6 km jog, but the tour around the mangrove forest was 8,5 km in total. We were proud when we returned to our starting point, as these warm conditions normally doesn’t allow us to run that far... Usually I get a headache after 4 km and it’s just too freaking warm to run longer than 5 k's. Before scuba diving we enjoyed breakfast at the theatre, we loved it there. 
Fortunately the boat was bigger this day, but it was still the horrible captain, who actually seemed like he had more control over the big boat, than the small boat from yesterday. First stop was at Crystal Bay, we descended to a sandy bottom and swam towards the blue. We didn’t see a lot of marine life until our divemaster started to point out the macro stuff and all the camouflaged flounders around. We saw a cool harlequin crab, a leaf scorpionfish, hermit crabs and a frogfish. All stuff that is really hard to spot. 
Iben was doing very good with her instructor in another part of the same bay, and finally she seemed excited about the diving, instead of being nervous. One more dive and then she just had to pass the theoretical test, to become a open water diver. We were excited for her. 
We spotted dolphins in front of the boat and they even swam into the bay, I jumped in to see if I was lucky to see them under water. But no, only one of the divemasters got to see them swimming. 
Next dive at Manta Bay was the highlight of the day, obviously we hoped to see manta rays. Unfortunately after 65 minutes of diving we only saw one, and that was right before our safety stop. It was a bit sad, as there should be plenty around. We saw blue spotted sting rays though, they’re quite cool as well. We were seriously dehydrated after the two dives and the morning jog... We had forgotten to drink heaps of water, and now we were paying the price. While Iben had to study again we went back to our room and felt sorry for ourselves. It was late before she got back, and announced that she passed the final test. 
We wanted to celebrate her but we all had a huge headache that didn’t seem to go away no matter how much we drank, so we postponed the celebration. Erik and I later decided to see if a beer would help on our headache... And for the record: It worked! We were feeling much better... Homer Simpson is right; Alcohol is the cause of - and solution of all life’s problems. Instead of leaving the following day we decided to stay another night.

 Morning Usfie

 Practising bouyancy 


Low tide

Nusa Lembongan Dive

Wednesday 11th February

Until now we had stayed in two separated rooms, at Ketut Losmen, but to save money Iben checked out from her room and moved down to us. The massive bed in our room could easily fit all of us without any problem. We planned to see Nusa Lembongan and Nusa Ceningan on a motorbike trip. Iben was too tired to join us, so we went by ourselves. 
We had breakfast near the mangrove forest in the north, which by the way was timed perfectly, just as we were finish a whole bus of Chinese tourists arrived. We started driving up the climbing road to Panorama point, it gave us a brilliant view over Jungutbatu beach, we then followed the road leading to the suspension bridge and Nusa Ceningan. By bumby and winding roads we visited seaweed farms, a blue lagoon, small remote villages, resorts with infinity pools and incredibly cozy beaches, Secret beach being one of the favourites. 
On Lembongan we witnessed a traditional cockfight. Hundreds of locals were gathering around an enclosure getting their cocks ready for fighting, by attaching a huge knife-looking thing to the cocks foot. We came just before the action took place and watched the locals gambling their money away on their favourite cocks. It was again timed perfectly when we later arrived in Mushroom bay and enjoyed the best pizza in ages, in shelter from the only rain that came down from the sky this day. As we finished our lunch the rain stopped and we continued exploring. We watched the amazing rock formations of Devil’s Tear where serious wave power and action took place. The nearby Dream beach took our breath away. 
All in all this day had been very satisfying, and we found it incredible what those two small islands has so much unique scenery to offer. We felt so lucky and spoiled... And at the same time we felt sorry for Iben, for not experiencing all of this. It was a big shame! 
Anyway in the late afternoon we returned to our gem of a hotel, opened the days first beer and watched the sunset from the sunbeds facing the sea together with Iben. We got a bit drunk this night, so we tried in vain to find a party somewhere. We hung out at Mickey’s bar for a while but then decided to go home to bed as the possibilities for a party happening there was close to zero. To our luck, or unluck, a whole group of Canadians were having a beach party when we returned, so we quickly decided to join them. 
Erik went to get beers while Iben and I joined the party. A while after, Erik still hadn’t come back, so we started to get worried and I went out looking for him. He was nowhere to find. We started to get other people to look for him as well, and started to get really worried. After what seems like forever Erik eventually came driving towards us on a motorbike. He had been on the beer-buying-mission, but apparently the bar was far away and when he had returned to the beach with the beers, and we weren’t there, he had taken the motorbike to go and look for us. It was a mess and we were all in a verbal fight. Looking back at it is quite funny and stupid... Just a misunderstanding from all parts! 



Seaweed farms and Mt. Agung on Bali in the back





Secret beach



The blue lagoon..

 ..Blue lagoon

 Cock fight...



 And the winner is... The guy in the red suit...

Mushroom Bay

  Devil's Tear

 Dream beach..


 Leave only footprints!

 View from Panorama Point (Jungutbatu beach & village, and Mt. Agung on Bali)

 Another and more noisy way to transport reinforcement steel..


Rain is coming
Cockfight

Scooter trip


Thursday 12th February

Despite that we all felt like a train crash going horrible wrong, we got up in the morning and packed our stuff to get ready for the truck picking us up from the main road at 9am. The truck took us to the harbour office near the suspension bridge, a boat from there sailed us out to a bigger boat that took us safe and sound to Gili Trawangan, within 3 hours. We hadn’t seen this many western people since we left Auckland. 
Gili T. was packed with tourists, just as we remembered it -but for some reason we love it anyway. Maybe because the only transportation is horse carts and push bikes and a lot of the bars and restaurants are located right on the beach with a very chilled-out atmosphere and easy going locals. 
On the harbour we were met by the mandatory guys offering accommodation. We chose to follow one of them as we didn’t want to end up the same place as last time we visited. We wanted to try something new. Already at this time we were shocked to see how much the island had developed within the last 10 months. There are ridiculously many newly opened shops, restaurants and diveshops. This island is spoiled and ruined very soon, if not already! It’s far out to see how fast a bounty island like this can be ruined by tourists. Advice; go now, not later! Gili Air and Gili Meno is undoubtedly better options if your looking for a more romantic or quiet place. All though, Gili Air is also said to be developing quickly. God, I feel lucky to have seen this before it turns into disaster! 
Well, while Iben and I were “looking looking” for a place to stay, Erik sat in one of the bars with his best friend, a cold Bintang, and waited for us to decide on accommodation. Sandy Beach Cottage, just 100m from the main road was dirt cheap and a good value for 50.000 rupiah (25kr) each per night incl. breakfast. Our host had a warm welcoming humour and a adorable daughter that Iben and I fell in love with immediately, so we went back to get Erik and checked in. Lunch was consumed on the nearby ‘Green Cafe’ which served some delicious western food. Fried rice or fried noodles is awesome, but we’re not interested in eating it three times a day. We browsed around a good amount of spa shops, before we finally picked the cheapest one. Sadly they couldn’t fit us all, which is why Erik surrendered and went to another one, then Iben and I were in for a little lady time. The massage was on the top 5, of good massages we have had. It was so enjoyable. As if we weren’t exhausted enough after last nights party the massage definitely didn’t do it any better. We were all so natural tired, that we didn’t even bother going out for dinner.. Our bed was much more appreciated at this time.







Friday 13th February


We decided to sweat the last alcohol out of our bodies by jogging around the island, a 7km run with a unique sunrise behind Mt. Rinjani (the volcano we climbed last time we were in Indonesia). 
This day was from our point of view dedicated to our blog. Iben aimed to try some snorkeling off the beach. We had lunch on one of the the countless restaurants fronting the beach, and apart from a few dips in the water from time to time we spend most of the day working. 
Another countless thing on the island is all the diveshops, every third or forth house is a diveshop slash restaurant. The one closest to our homestay; Dive Central Gili had advertised about a beach cleaning project starting at 5pm. We wanted to support this project, mostly because of the eco-friendly part of it, and because we saw it as a good opportunity to meet some fellow travellers, and less because of the free beer we got in trade for our participation. Of cause the beer was just a bonus for us, but also a good way for the diveshop to catch peoples attention. 
We picked up rubbish for about 15-20min, and just as we were on our way back with our bags filled with rubbish the rain came pouring down - luckily only for 10 min. then it cleared up again. In the diveshop we had our beer and found out that all the diveshops on the island take turns each week to clean the beach. It’s really nice, since there otherwise would be packed with rubbish on the beaches, leftovers from stupid Chinese people not to mention all the young stupid round-eyed who thinks it cool to throw rubbish in the nature. We chatted to one of the managers of the diveshop, she was really cool so we arranged to go diving with them the following day. 
At night we had dinner on a restaurant which offered pasta dishes for 20.000 rupiah (10kr) including salat buffet, bread and tomato soup. All right maybe we have tried better pastas and better soups, but compared to the price it was freaking awesome. 



 3 million rupiah....

Sandy Cottages

Saturday 14th February

They make a big deal out of Valentine’s day here, aswell as they do at home, but we couldn’t care less about this day. We went diving with the professional managers from Dive Central Gili on the divesite called Turtle Heaven. Due to the turtle conservation happening on the island, there’s a fairly big amount of turtles around in the sea. The conservation raises the turtles for the first 12 months of their lifes, and then releases them into the sea with a traditional ceremony, including local dance and music. 
Anyway, it was Iben’s first fundive, so she was really excited in a nervous kind of way, but she was in good hands and was taken very good care of. We saw a lot of turtles in different sizes - it was great. One of them came cruising underneath me while I was getting close to another turtle, they are harmless creatures but it scared me for a second there. The dive were a shallow dive so it allowed us to stay down for a long time, so far it has been our longest dive, 68min. Iben finished before that. 
In the diveshop later on, we splashed around in the pool and enjoyed the beautiful weather. Gili T. has turned into a party island and on the southern and northeastern part where we stayed, it’s basically only backpackers and party people visiting, the western part has some expensive resorts and a mush quieter atmosphere, but only flashpackers, honeymoon'ers and families go there. 
We visited the local food market, where we amongst small dirty food stalls, smoke from the barbeques and many other travelers seeking for cheap food, met up with a Canadian guy that we met on Nusa Lembongan. We all quickly realized that the beers tasted like more this night, many more! The canadian guy Cole, invited us to come and join him and the rest of his “crew”, he was travelling with a Canadian tour company, so everything was arranged on their trip - for a whole month. Almost every night went by with drinking, as the main part of the group was between 18-22 years... In fact they were only 2 guys, and then the rest 10-12 people were young girls... We had a good night with all of them anyway, and played some drinking games, as you do around that age. Later we went to a bar called Sama-Sama, they had live music and a very big party. We all got separated from each other, but met up again several times doing the night. When the bar closed Erik and I continued partying in the streets with a bunch of local guys. Apparently we didn’t get home before after 5.30am.

Turtle Heaven

Turtle selfie


Sunday 15th February

Needless to say we had some evil hangovers when we woke up. We were meant to leave to Lombok, but that quickly got postponed a day. Iben was alive before us and she went out. I felt horrible but couldn’t sleep any longer, so I packed my bag with my laptop, money, sunscreen and a towel and were off to get some food and enjoy the beach. Erik was almost dead and couldn’t get out of bed. 
By coincidence I meet Iben on the street and we spend the day relaxing on the beach. We returned to the spa place where we went two days ago, the massage was fantastic there, so we were happy to do it again. Sadly not all the therapist had been to the same school. My therapist did a lot of uncomfortable and painful stuff to me... She squeezed my ears several times, pulled in my hair, buried her knuckles into my spine and kept hitting my head with her big tummy..! It was a nightmare of a massage! Probably the worst ever! I found it odd that you can go to the same place and get two so different experiences. The manager didn’t take our words seriously when we tried to explain our frustration to him.
In the late afternoon when we returned to our cottage Erik was finally out of bed and ready to watch the sunset. Instead of taking the normal road around the island we decided to cross the island, via the small walkways and villages inland. This proved to be a longer walk than assumed,  we asked for directions several times, slowly realizing that we weren’t gonna make it to the beach in time. The sun was setting while we reached an open field with a single horse cart and a bunch of cows. The sunset was even more outstanding from here, and definitely more unique with all the cows and palms. We continued walking towards the sun as we knew we eventually would reach the beach then, and we made it to the road just before it got dark. We decided to take a horse cart back, not that it was that far away, but because we wanted to try it before leaving Gili T. 

 Erik's Angels

Sunset