If we were relaxed on Gili T, you could practically get comatose on Gili Air. In the shadow of Lombok (one of the many huge islands forming Indonesia) Gili Air is the middle child of the famed three.
Popular with a quieter crowd, there isn’t much to do apart from snorkelling, eating and drinking. Though the bar scene here considerably quieter you can rest assured you can still get your magic mushrooms and pot if you require it.
With the length of the island being only around 500m it’s pretty easy to get around – although again we found ourselves pushing bikes through sand. Of course, you can always go by horse cart, just listen for the jingling bells of the horse and hail one down. With horses like Caterina and Sabrina on the job, you are sure to have an interesting ride.
We took it upon ourselves to do a yoga class one morning. Bearing in mind that I hadn’t done any serious exercise in almost 6 weeks, I thought yoga would be a gentle reintroduction. I sweated my way through the 1.5 hours, stretching limbs that are only used to reaching for cocktails or stepping into the ocean. Intense. Our yogi ‘Bindu’ – surely a nickname as no one would name their child that – guided us effortlessly through barely breaking a sweat. Bastard!
But mainly we took time to chill before we had to head back to the ‘real world’ of Bali.
