Posts Tagged With: gili air

Selamat Jalan!

They say if you want to see what Bali was like 30 years ago, go to Lombok; undeveloped, but rich in natural beauty and Indonesian culture. Our first stop was to the Gili’s, three small ellipses of islands off of the northwest coast of Lombok. We decided to take the speed boat across the Bali Straight, despite cautionary tales of rough seas and the fact that one company’s boat sank two years ago. Travel agencies in Ubud start selling a ticket at Rp 660,000 (~$68), which is absurd for a 1-hour trip in Indonesia. We opted to go to the harbor in Padang Bai ourselves and book once we saw the seaworthiness of the boats. I made notes about which companies had good reviews and which ones to avoid (namely the one that sank: Eka Jayah!). Ben and I shopped around and negotiated with a man at the Gili Cat booth for Rp 200,000 each. That’s more like it! He quickly wrote up our tickets and told us to hurry over to the boat because it was leaving soon. We were excited to get such a good deal (because I’m sure there are some people who actually pay Rp 660,000) so we grabbed Gabriella and hurried over to the boat only to find that we had just booked with…Eka Jayah! Whoops! It was too late now so we just had to hope for the best. I put on a smile and didn’t tell Gabriella until we made it safely across. 😉 Luckily, the sea was calm that day and the driver was responsible, but it certainly was not a relaxing ride.

We decided to go to Gili Air, a happy medium between the party scene on Gili Trawangan and the doldrums of Gili Meno. The island is small enough to walk the circumference in 90 minutes. There are no motor vehicles, no pushy salesmen, and no worries. Most of our time was spent relaxing in a hammock in the shade, listening to the waves, and playing Sudoku. It’s true…we’re hooked. We also made time to stay fit with a classic Boe Trosset workout routine and attended a sunset yoga class at H2O yoga.


Every night, the restaurants display their fresh catch and make deals with passing customers. The typical selection included red or black snapper, barracuda, tuna, jackfish, squid, and prawn. We would usually negotiate enough fish for the three of us, plus three plates of rice and veggies, for about $10-12. Not to mention a large beer (660ml/22oz) was only $2.50! This is the life…

One of the main attractions for the Gili’s is diving. I had never been, but Ben went once in the Red Sea. It has always been an option for us on this trip (Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia), but Gabriella and I were never interested in trying. Snorkeling was always enough. Since Ben had been before, I thought I’d give it a shot. We spent the morning learning how to use the equipment and practicing in the pool to get a feel for being underwater, and at 11:30am it was time for the real thing!


The boat took us out to a dive site called Meno Wreck. A large storage container had sunk there years ago and there was tons of coral growing on it. At first, I was nervous about going that far under water with so much water pressure above me, but I quickly got used to it. We descended slowly and popped our ears every 3-4 feet (1m) as the pressure changed. Before I knew it, we were 40 feet (12m) under! It was difficult to maintain an even amount of space between myself and the ocean floor, at first. I didn’t want to touch anything because the coral is so fragile and takes years to grow, but I wanted to get a good look at the colors and designs. I also had to be careful with my fins and tank to not bump into anything. After a bit, I got the hang of it and it was amazing! Sometimes I would turn to look where Ben was at and ended up upside down doing a somersault. It was so crazy to look up and see the surface of the water so far overhead. Checking out the wreck was pretty cool, too. There were so many fish around of all different sizes and colors. I really wish I could have brought the underwater camera with me, but it’s only rated to go down 16 feet (5m). At my deepest, I was about 50 feet (15m) down. The dive lasted just over 30 minutes because my air was getting low. I guess it was all those flips… 😉 I also think I wasn’t controlling my breathing too much in the beginning and taking a lot of quick, shallow breaths. That sort of stuff comes with experience, and I definitely hope to try it again!

From Gili Air, we went to the main island of Lombok and south to Kuta. This small beach town is the biggest attraction outside of the Gili’s, but still relatively quiet and undeveloped. The beach is nestled in a cove protected by land formations on either side with bright blue water and clean white sand. Upon first look, we were stunned, but the sunset that night was even more amazing. Believe or not, this isn’t even the most beautiful beach in the area!


We spent a couple of days exploring with motorbikes again and thought we found heaven on earth. Less than 10km east is Tanjung An, a true rival to the beauty of Hawaii. The only downfall is the rapid commercialization of the area and the locals that constantly try to sell tourists their goods. In one area, development has already begun for a five-star resort that will be completed within the next few years. It’s easy to see why they chose this location.

Heading west from Kuta we ventured out to Mawaun Beach. The road was terrible and consisted mostly of washed-out gravel. We went up and down with some amazing viewpoints in between, but the real reward was when we arrived. The bay was enclosed by rocks and virtually empty except for maybe five other people. The water was pure blue with shimmering sunlight on the surface and the sand soft and white. I only regretted that we got there late in the day because I could’ve spent hours swimming and body surfing.

Mawaun beach

Everything about Lombok seems to suggest that it’s paradise, but that isn’t exactly the full picture. Although the landscape is amazing, the social issues are disappointing. Children are constantly begging tourists to buy bracelets. Women walk the streets with stacks of sarongs on their head. Teenage boys offer tee-shirts and coconuts, each for only a few dollars. From the minute you step outside of the hotel the locals try to sell you something…anything. “Motorbike today?” “You buy bracelet?” “One sarong for you?” Even on the beach, relaxing in a lounge chair, no one will leave you alone. We finally gave in one day and Ben and I each bought a sarong from two women who weren’t aggressive and held a genuine conversation with us about life in Kuta, Lombok. They even tried to teach us how to balance the sarong stack on our head. It’s much harder than I thought!

Kuta-Lombok 084        Kuta-Lombok 086

Every day, we saw the same adorable kids and eventually got to know their real names (some give fake “Western” names so that tourists will remember them easier) and a bit about their life. Mon-Sat they would go to school from 7am-12pm, and then by 1pm they would be walking around selling their goods until someone came to pick them up around 8-9pm. We felt uncomfortable buying anything because we weren’t sure where the money actually goes, but often times we would try to engage them in conversation and make them laugh for a little bit—keeping the kids, kids. Sometimes we would offer to buy them food instead of their bracelets, but they seemed reluctant and shy about accepting anything other than money. One night when we were at dinner, Ben decided to buy a meal for a girl who had given him an Indonesian lesson the day before. Some of her friends were around so I suggested getting even more for them, too. Before we knew it, there were six kids scarfing down a few bowls of noodles we ordered. Some of their parents came to take them home while they were eating and I didn’t know if the kids would get in trouble, but one of the parents actually thanked us for feeding her son. It was the least we could do… We sometimes forget what a fortunate life we have and how lucky we were to grow up in a stable home with three meals a day, only working when we were old enough and ready for a job.

Kuta kids

After five nights in Kuta, Lombok, it was time to head back to Bali. Ben’s flight left out of Denpasar and he wanted to spend his last two nights in Kuta, Bali. We also wanted a day to check out Tanah Lot, a temple in the water that is only accessible at low tide. The cliffside landscape was beautiful and we stayed for sunset.

Tanah Lot

The only similarity between the two Kuta’s is the name. Kuta, Bali is the most developed and commercialized area of Bali filled with hotels, restaurants, and night clubs aimed at Western tourists. Again, I got the feeling that there are way too many people trying to make a living off of the tourism industry. You can’t step foot outside of the hotel without someone asking where you’re going, if you need transportation, or if you want to buy a ______ (shirt/hat/shoes/book/bag/souvenir/first born). Even a quick glance into a roadside stall would elicit cat calls from all neighboring shops.

On Ben’s last night, we went to one of these Westerner-aimed clubs to celebrate a great two-and-a-half weeks together. Unfortunately, this bar seemed to import prices as well as beer and it felt more like a night out in NY. Regardless, we had a good time and I tried to be Ben’s wingman to make his last night even more memorable. Haaaave ya met Ben? Maybe my face scared them away…sorry Ben!

this is how we do it

The last few days of our SE Asia experience were spent hanging out at the beach and shopping for some last-minute items at Indonesian prices (including a guitar!). One day we rented a motorbike and drove around the southern peninsula to Uluwatu (a temple on the cliff). The views were unbelievable and the air was thick with spiritual energy.

Uluwatu cliffs

I also spent a few days with a long-board and learned how to surf! On Thanksgiving! I tried in Hawaii and Sri Lanka, but finally got the hang of it in Bali. Catching some waves as the sun sinks into the sea is something I’ll never forget. And my red nipples for a few days after made sure I wouldn’t forget!


At this point, time has certainly escaped us. Just like that, it’s been eight months of travel in nine new countries with one amazing woman. I couldn’t have done it without my Zuzu! Learning the culture, cuisine, and climate of each new place has taught me lessons that must be experienced to be understood. I hope I never take for granted a flushing toilet, clean drinking water from the tap, and municipal waste management. Meeting the locals in the community, and even other travelers, has broadened my perspective on the world and what’s important in life. No amount of reading will ever provide the same feeling. I encourage everyone to step outside the box, do something uncomfortable, and visit a place that you would never think to call home. Live in an ashram in India, travel by boat down the Mekong River, walk the Killing Fields in Cambodia, spend the night in the Sumatran rain forest, teach English to Indonesian children! I did. And it was the most rewarding experience of my life.


From Bali we flew west to Jakarta, spent the night, flew to Singapore in the morning, had a 6-hour layover, and then flew 10 hours overnight to Auckland. New Zealand…here we come!


Categories: Indonesia | Tags: , , , , , | 2 Comments

Blog at