White Beach Paradise

Hello friends,

After our brief stopover we successfully made our trip to Gili Trawangan, better known as Gili T. The largest of three islands off the NW corner of Lombok, Gili T is known as a backpacker haven, and for a lively party scene.  We were seeking a bit of this, as well as some chilling out on the breathtaking beaches, and fluorescent blue waters.  I was also seeking to do my advanced PADI course, and had heard great things about the shops and the dives on Gili T.

Our home for the next 6 days would be the fantastic hostel, Gili La Boheme.  A bit off the main strip, this place was perfect. A large space, with many chill areas for lounging on bean bag chairs, a shared kitchen with free coffee, and pancakes ready to be cooked all day, we settled right in.  To top it off, next door was a great yoga studio buried in beautiful island scenery.

The first couple days, we settled in, and tried out a local dive shop, doing 2 fun dives. The dives were great, and we were treated to many turtles!  We also made some friends at the hostel, Chehab from Egypt, and Nicolas and Lucie from France.  We shared a mind expanding experience on our second night, indulging in a local delicacy on Gili T. I will leave it to you to figure that one out, but we had a fun giggly time together, and formed the beginning of some solid friendships.

On Gili T. time just melts away. There are no motorized vehicles, and the locals are super chilled out.  Everything is in walking distance, and most people are in great spirits. I did sign up for my diving course, and enjoyed 5 adventure dives. They were fantastic, and Julie came along for the night dive, and for a wreck dive.

When not in the water, we enjoyed the yoga studio offerings, and it really felt like a perfect place to be.  The evening of my last dive, two divemaster students had finished their courses, so the diving crew were eager to party it up. I had been taking it easy for a few days while I completed the course, but this evening would let me unwind. And unwind I did.  Let’s just say I got a bit loser drunk, woke up next to a stranger, after having fallen into a swimming pool the night before with my very expensive phone in my pocket. Sigh…. I took a solid walk of shame across the island, and then had a long sleep to recover from my debauchery.

Julie had been soaking up the great company, and enjoyed herself immensely, but the road had come calling.  I can’t say enough about Gili T, so will leave it at these few words. It’s a must see, and I think I could pass a couple months here just relaxing.

The next stop is a quick pass through Legian on Bali again, as Julie has the surfing bug, and that is the easiest place to scratch the itch.

Peace out.

One Night In Senggigi

Welcome back,

Our great time in Toraja had come to an end, and we had booked some tight travel plans to make our escape.  We choose to do an overnight travel bus to cover the wild, 8+ hour drive back to Makassar, where we would fly out then next morning to Lombok. The goal being to make it to Gili Trawangan, a tropical paradise I had loved 4 years ago.

Night buses in SE Asia can be a bit of a nightmare for tall folks like myself, however, the Toraja version was like a floating castle.  Huge amounts of space, the most comfortable seats I’ve ever seen, and a nice temperature, Julie and I were actually a bit giddy when we got on at 9:30.  Not to have overlooked every detail however, the driver cranked Indonesian love songs until about midnight.  Pretty classic, who doesn’t want to fall asleep to cracking speakers, with arguably some of the worst music on the planet. But I digress.


The ride ripped by, and before we knew it, we were at the airport. No literally, it was a bit before we knew it, and shuffled off the bus quite sleepy and confused. They had made great time, and we were a couple hours early. This meant a few hours sleeping on the Makassar airport floor, but so be it.

The flight was great, and we landed in Lombok. Lombok is the beautiful little island just east of Bali, and has tried to compete in recent years for tourism. The crowning jewels being the Gili islands where we were headed the next day, and the beast volcano Mt. Rinjani.  Our trip was just a pass through, and a night in the little port town of Senggigi was necessary.


It is low season here, and in Lombok, well, that means desperate locals trying to sell you stuff and rip you off on prices. Lombok has had the taste of tourism, and it has felt both times to me like it hasn’t quite made it, and frustratingly tries to be the Bali without capturing the true spirit. I would like to visit in high season to compare but for now, it has a strange vibe.  The natural beauty however is awe inspiring.  Lush green shades of jungle, with high up ocean views do make this a lovely place to see.

Indonesia is predominantly Muslim, and nothing makes you more aware that you ain’t in Kansas anymore like the regular call to prayer played over the loud speaker from the Mosque. A haunting sound booming across the land.  We didn’t hear this in Toraja, as the local population is a hybrid of Christian and Torajan local religions.

After 17 hours of travel, our ride from the airport was dragged a bit longer by our driver eagerly wanting to show us some cool local weaving, just along the way. Well, not really along the way, but you know after 17 hours, whats another 30 minutes of locals peddling some of their wares. Julie kicked in some cash to the local economy and bought a nice hand made ( we think… ) scarf.  I asserted after this to please take us to our hotel, and he obliged.

We had a giant villa basically to ourselves for the evening. Filled with ocean views, a giant restaurant to serve just us, and a beauty pool to chill by. And chill we did. A few swims, and many drinks later we had managed to unwind, and also practice some hula hooping.  We booked our boat the next morning for Gili T, and hit the hay after some laughs at our luxury.

See you in Gili T.