After the peaceful surrounds of Ubud for almost a week, we headed to Gili Islands situated off Bali (and off the coast of Lombok). These islands are famed for beautiful beaches and diving. Gili Trawangan – the largest – was our first stop.
Although it was raining when we left it was perfect when we arrived. Perfect. Clear blue oceans that you see in postcards. Salt and pepper sand. Tanned tourists and friendly locals. And horse carts – even in Indonesia there are horse carts. No cars or motorbikes to be seen.
Tourists clearly are the livelihood of this island – and it’s easy to see why. Who wouldn’t want to dive or snorkel these waters, lie on the beach or dine under the stars with your feet in the sand. You can walk off the beach and go snorkelling and dive trips are leaving constantly.
We stayed just back from the beach (and the partying) in a cute bungalow that let light in between the wooden slats, had an outdoor bathroom and a little deck for people watching in the village. Though we had no hot water and the water coming from the tap was salty, it was fabulous.
Each day we hit the beach, read books, caught up and watched the passing tourist parade. After living in Thailand it amazes me that people still wander through a Muslim village in a bikini. Consideration! Swimming on the beach in front of a mosque still doesn’t feel entirely right. Especially during Ramadan (this month) where Muslims fast (including drinking) during the daylight hours. The mosque never stops – encouragement blares from the speakers at all hours.
You can ride around the island fairly easily – and when I say easily I mean that for a third of the way you will push your bike through the sand. And you will navigate the obstacle course of narrow paths that fall into the crystal clear ocean…with your bike. But it will all be worth it for the stunning beaches you will see.
From the south west coast you can watch the sunset. A short walk from the main tourist area it is a sight to see with the sun making a path across the water. Or you can sit on the Eastern beach with your duty free gin, be invited to a local bonfire and watch the sun go down there. Up to you.
While most people come to party, we avoided that scene and just enjoyed the island. While we ate dinner at 7-8pm, the backpackers and glamourous 20 year old tourists did their make up and prepared to meet their drunken Prince Charming at the reggae bar hours later. An island with something for everyone.
(Mum blending in with the glamorous people)
