Lombok, July 8, 2010
are four hours between Lombok from Bali. We arrive June 29 after a grueling event of changes of means. We negotiate a package that includes all transport from Kuta Bali one of the three Gili Islands, Gili Meno. The bus arrive at the hotel at 6 and a half in the morning and from there begin the 12 hour journey that will lead us to Gili Meno, Lombok.
At 8 we arrive at the port of Padangai where from there you take the ferry to Lombok. The wait in a bar in the port, to allow the organization to manage everything and then leave. The ship leaves at 9 am and arrive at the port of flaps, Lombok, 1. From there a bus, after another hour of waiting would take us to another port to take a boat that would take us 20 minutes to Gili Meno.
The bus takes 4 hours to flap Bangsal, stopping for another stop organizational Mataram, the capital of the island, home to the transportation agency. A
Bangsal, another hour to wait before to take the boat to Gili Meno. In short, we come to the island at 6 pm, 12 hours of travel, considering the times that Europeans seem like an eternity Peró compared with India, we could say that we traveled at the speed of light. The same way in India would be done in 2 or 3 days.
The three Gili islands of the archipelago are: Gili Air, Gili Meno and Gili Trawangan. The first and second are the smallest and most peaceful. Gili Meno is nicknamed the island of honeymooners because of its peace and tranquility. Gili Trawangan is contrary to that taken by storm by young tourists, than to say it clear Kuta Bali. Clubs, restaurants, bars with music on the beach, with cheaper and more luxurious bungalows, is an island that was not for us. The last thing we wanted was to be in one Kuta but isolated, packed with young people who are confined to fill the stomachs of alcohol is placed. Welcome
us that the island is wonderful. Alternation of yellow and red colors the sky in front of us and the sun disappears behind the island and Mount Agung on the horizon painted pink. The sun, a large orange dancing behind Trawangan Island and we are appalled that image as the beauty of poetry. The 12 hours of travel are worth it just for the spectacle of 10 minutes that we were invited to attend.
we arrived on the island suffered an accommodation, to the surprise we see that the prices of the rooms do not go below 10 € per night for a bungalow for two people. Joana and I do around the island, looking for shelter, believing that had not been so long. Unfortunately, we get 1 hour and a half to get back where we left Jordi that, with every reason in the world was mad black. At the end we
2 bungalow, not close together, Jordi and Joana Rupies 1 for 120,000 and I for one 100,000. Unfortunately the single life on an island for couples is expensive!
The next day I wake up early, I leave the lovebirds stay and do a tour of the island, after coloration in the most economic island, the YA YA Warung, as they say in English "super barato." The white sand is covered with pieces of white coral died, it is difficult to find a place with sand and endless corals. The coral island is surrounded by tall cliffs, the bathroom can be done only in certain places due to the presence of cones in the backdrop that at times does not let you even enter the water. I do snorkeling in the early morning north of the island, near the Café Diana, the best place, according to our Lonely Planet, for diving and snorkeling. It is not one of the best seen so far, compared for example with the islands of Malaysia, but I moved when I see two giant sea turtles and swim with a start for a long time together. I go back to the east of the island, where we find our bungalow and Warung, except where a night with really want pizza, we ate every day, and I find Jordi and Joana doing brunch (breakfast-lunch). After lunch We meet at 5 am on the other side of the island to watch the sunset together. Do a tour in the interior of the island, passing through the village of fishermen and the salt water lake. Only 300 people living on the island, they all know each other, we know a male Canadian, Peter, quarant'enne, who lived in Andorra for over 19 years and three months ago moved to this remote corner of the planet. Sometimes, it reached a certain age, or rather a time of own life, or take drastic decisions that will forever change your life or you will continue living in misery and stress of everyday life, with a wife who is with you only for money, a business partner who thinks only of the business and parents who, when you were 10 years you have locked in a college up to 17 and now demand that you return home, when in reality you do not feel that your home. This is one of those people who have decided to abandon everything, home, work, wife, business partner and throw the phone at that salt lake in the interior of the island. He has enough money aside to build a bit of bungalows and gain the sympathy of local people doing interesting gifts, such as laptops to school children. Who will ever if he does not want? Now he says he is happy and has no intention of going back. In a few years maybe we'll find that will have built a resort on the island, even at prices that are very high.
The four days spent in Gili flew between relaxing on the beach, snorkeling, Ya Ya, walking and reading in the village to go go, I just started a new book borrowed from Jordi, the Chamán Noah Gordon is taking me bad. On July 3
leave the island and we go to Mataram where we hire two scooters to visit the island of Lombok. In reality we head directly to the south, in the area of \u200b\u200bKuta (same name as Kuta in Bali Peró with many differences ...), convinced by a pair of newlyweds who had been there before and said they saw the best beaches in the world.
arrive in Kuta after an hour and a half hours of driving and the first thing we do, as now for 5 months now when we get a new place, and look for accommodation. We find two rooms in the homestay
NO NAME for 60,000 rupees per night including breakfast (a cup of tea and a banana pancake, do not give the size of the pancake and fill your stomach, but now we are used to indonesia lunch time at 11 or 12 a dish of rice with chicken and vegetables. We stay 5 nights in Kuta visiting the different and beautiful beaches of the east. Green hills overlooking a crystalline sea and transparent touched by white coral sand beaches. The view from the beach Mawi is amazing. In the bay of Mawi meet surfers from around the world to ride the high waves of the Indian Ocean. Snorkeling is not great, the sea current is strong and the bottom full of rocks that do not allow to venture far. Also wonderful beaches of Tampa and Mawan, always in the east of Kuta and twenty minutes, half an hour from the charming village. On the way we venture east to the beaches in some inland villages where the people are not used to seeing tourists. Moving on with our bikes meet children, men and women of all ages greet us with "Hello Sir, good morning mister, Hello Brother," the children chasing us trying to touch our hands, others staring at us studying our faces, but above all many smiles accompany us on our 40 km in search of the perfect beach.
On the way we encounter in a local marriage. A long procession of people with the couple at the center to the bottom and a band that plays pop music without interruption. A hoot!
On July 4, our friend Joel comes to us, decided to celebrate its thirtieth birthday with us and invites us to a delicious dinner. Gets excited when they finished dinner, surprise, the waiter brings you a chocolate croissant (it was the thing that comes closest to a cake that we could find in the village) surrounded by tropical fruit and a candle in the middle. The sing "Happy Birthday" and his eyes excited express immense gratitude.
spend their days at the beach, bike rides, Warung, lectures and games ... exciting victory last night in Spain against Germany. Here, the games are now broadcast at 2.30 the night, due to time zone. We woke up at 2, we could not lose this semi-final and thanking God is worth it. A large 1 to 0 allows Spain to open July 11 in the final against Holland. We will be there, awake and alive to cheer the red yellow, W ESPAÑA!! Kuta
leave at 7 this morning, with the image of what could be a few years mere memory of a village with few houses, a dozen restaurants on the beach, turquoise sea and a few tourists who fall for the various beaches of the south coast of Lombok in search of tranquility and the perfect wave. In a couple of years Kuta Lombok will be a preferred destination for tourism indonesia. Un'areoporto International is being built 20 km from the coast and promises to be a boon for the locals but hell for the wild coast. The nightmare of being in a Kuta Bali, Lombok in 10 years, is frightening. Among the inhabitants of the city is a mixture of welcome alternative to concerns for what will become a paradise. Many farmers are already selling their land to European and American investors willing to build hotels, villas, resorts, for a fistful of dollars for these people now hope to pay the school their children or to give medical care to family need. Many others are resisting the temptation to sell now, because they know that once you open the airport the price of land will be even higher. All this scare, we realize that traveling around the world are few places that are still untouched by human hand from God and money. The heavens were a lot of time but is now increasingly difficult to meet.
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