People have said that Gili Trawengen is one of their most favorite places on earth...you can add me to that list.
We met another Canadian girl, Natalie, on our boat ride to Gili T. We decided to share a room since it would be cheaper for all of us, and she was travelling alone. She had a bunch of cuts on her legs from falling off of a scooter in Bali, and later that day she fell into a sewer with open wounds. That gets more interesting later...
We were itching to lay in the sun without people annoying us to buy things, so we liberally applied the SPF 70 and hit the beach. The water was warm, green, and absolutely perfect. Paradise. As we roamed around town we realized that we could easily walk on the streets without near death experiences, this is because bicycle and horse drawn carriage are the only method of transportation on this island. We spent the day relaxing and doing nothing and decided to go out later that night. I failed to mention that drugs flow freely in these parts of Indonesia. People were sitting in huts smoking weed openly and every once in a while a server would go to a table with a small cup with a toadstool print and say "your ticket to the moon." Mushrooms are just as available as water. We sat on the beach watching a perfect scenery of water, perfectly placed white boats, and some of the brightest stars I've ever seen. We had to head home a bit early to tend to Natalie's wounds, because by this time in the night her ankle, up to mid calf, was swollen and red. God only knows what was in there from the sewer. We went home and I got to play doctor with my first aid kit (zip-loc bag filled with all the essentials.)
The rest of our time in Gili T consisted of biking around the whole island stopping at remote beaches and restaurants for fresh fruit juice, lying like a starfish in the sea, and snorkelling to see bright fish and sea turtles. Unlike Kuta, I can definately say I will be back! My only issue with Gili T was that when a horse carriage is coming by, you must get out of the way quickly. I learned my lesson even quicker when I couldn't move my bike out of the way fast enough, and the man driving the carriage slowed down just enough to punch me in the arm with his whip in hand. I didn't get angry or upset...just a little confused as to what just happened and now it's pretty funny.
We went to Sengiggi, Lombak for a day and couldn't leave fast enough again. Vulgar men, again, and people trying to sell you stuff ranging from necklaces, massages, to boat rides. We tried to rent motor bikes to drive around the island, but after the men trying to sell them to us kept making extremely rude comments (I even had to ask them to stop while we negotiated) we decided to scrap that idea. Instead we got to watch some local surfers in some aggressive waves and enjoyed a beautiful sunset on the beach to some live music. Life could be worse. If it weren't for unfriendly people, I'm sure Bali and Lombak would be much more enjoyable.
I can see the temples of Angkor Wat Cambodia just around the corner!
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