The last step of that trip! Lombok island!!

After three days with Ivys and Moana we decided that it was the right time to go to Gili Islands. We didn’t hesitate that the properly island was Gili Trawalgan, the craziest of the three islands, crowded of young people, nice clubs, food markets and some beach parties.

The time there ran quickly. Some snorkelling, jogging, staring the sunsets, good dinners and some parties were the activities that we did.

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Following my feeling to go into the wild, I said goodbye to them and I keep my travel alone. I had to leave the island in the sunrise because I wanted to take the first boat. I supposed that It would be difficult to arrive to Kuta Lombok...as always… for the transport.

I had to pass through masses of people who offered me to bring me wherever. After three bemos, some villages and infinity of negotiations I got lost in a small village without transport, good feeling and humour for more negotiations. Despite of the reasonable and easiest thing would be pay the double price for motorbike with a driver who brought me to Kuta Lombok, I refused all this options and I started to walk on my way. 15km it wasn’t too much until Kuta. The issue was that I felt a bit scared for all the motorbike that stopped beside me offering transportation and bad luck after I avoided them.

the main problem was that I knew about the dangerousness of that people against the foreigners. In Loney Planet Guide they advertise you about be aware of the locals in Lokmbok because there is not police in that island, so they make the rules. 

Obviously I walked holding a knife and a stone in each hand...I’ll never forget that moment! :)

Once I've arrived, I settled in a small guesthouse with views to the sea. I rented a small bamboo hut for one week. Just a toilet, a mattress on the floor and a wardrobe were all that I had, plus a beautiful terrace and a flower full, cute garden where I met a lot of young local guys.

Quietness, happiness, peace and a breathtaking aura of paradise. In that moment is when you learn about the simplicity of the life, The real value of the things, the love for the people and the beauty of the nature. There are a lot of things that make us crazy, we are worry about hundred of duties that in this places even didn't thing about it.

In that small village I found again my real me and I felt completely pure. I had time for thing and understand a bit more about how the word works but mainly I did what I most like to do, exercise in contact with the nature.

I spent mornings and afternoons waiting for waves, trying to stand up, and proving to ride a wave. As the locals always told me. NEVER TRY, NEVER KNOW. So that, I went in to massive and huge waves until three time me. Despite of I didn't catch any of them, I was so proud of myself for have been inside. Hopefully, I'll never forget the sensation of be a tiny fish in a industrial washing machine.

Writing down this, I'll finish as always there, with a Nasi Goreng or curry chicken and a pair of Bang Bang chocolate bars.

Once, Things were meant to be used and people to be loved.
Now, Things are used to be loved and people to be used.

Thanks everyone who made this trip incredible and unique.

#unmesunmenys

Bali and Ubud

It took me a long day and a half for arrive to Bali. I remember that I had to take a train from Probolingo to the east point of Java and then take a Ferry during the night and cross to the next island. After that, I also had to take an overnight bemo, full of men, with the luggage on our legs, to arrive to station of Denpasar…. Anyone was there at 1am, so before the sunrise I walked around this dessert city till find a cheap hotel.

Bali is awesome. The weather is incredibly good, the beaches are perfect for learn, practise and improve surfing because there are for all levels. I spent most of the days driving a motorbike for 4$ per day, surfing per 5$, and eating chicken rice and vegetables for a ridiculous price. Also here, most of the people is not Muslim, they are busiest, so that means that are really friendly, I don’t know why.

Kuta Bali, Uluwato, Balangan, Panang Panang, Bingin, Canguu and Medewi, all of them the typical surf spots, where were I spent all my days. 

 One special day in Bali.

Without think too much, we were agreed in the decision to take the motorbikes and drive to Ubud, the cultural city of Bali. My first impression was that we’ll not be able to arrive. Ivys has never driven a motorbike before and when he has pressed the gas, he crashed against the flowers…. J

After two hour drive we arrived alive!! Monkey temple is our first stop. A lot of fun looking monkey’s skills movements stealing all bananas, papaya, chocolate bars and some sunglasses. The temple was really worth. You get completely the feeling of be inside Indiana Jones.

The next attraction will be the rice fields but, where are they?

Now is when the adventurer guard soul come to rescue us. Effectively we got lost in the roads but a nice man pick us up and guide until this magnificent fields. He made us stop the motorbikes in a desolate terrace where instantly I thought that he wanted to stole us or be our guide. Obviously like everyone in this country see the tourists like a dollar note…

Being polite and enjoying the situation we use the moment for take hundreds of pictures, stare at the different levels of terrace, ask all that we wanted to know, get a class of vegetation, learn the processing of the rice plantation being covered of the symbolic aura that involves this area. 

We recognise that the guy was so friendly and kindly and he explain us hundreds of interesting things. Although, I couldn’t wait for ask him how much money he wanted for all of that. The answer was just the volunteer.

Despite of that he brought us to traditional coffee plantation of Lumak where we did a tastes of different coffees, teas and chocolates. It was a memorable experience. Finally at the end of the afternoon he brought us to the highest tree in Bali where we could take pictures as a real monkeys hanging up.

Later, it arrived the surprised because as I gave him some money as voluntary, he asked for more and he told us the price of that tour, it was excessive. Nevertheless I would give that amount of money so we had to bargain for a wide.

We arrived with a huge smile to the hostel and the day finished in the famous Sky Garden where 5-6 is free beers, 7-9 all can you eat food and 9-10 free cocktails part time!!!

Gunung Bromo volcano.

After say good bye to Bella and Jan in the bus station I went straight on to Probolingo village. Apparently, I could take a bemo there for arrive to the base of Gunung Bromo volcano.

Like every time in Java I had to take the bus for move into. My obsession was to travel with the locals, I mean, with the public buses that use the Indonesian people. That one was an overnight bus from 6pm to 5am. Although, I was prepared for suffer, the bus was one of the craziest than I’ve never taken. In every two seats we travelled three people and I had to go in the middle of a couple. Also the corridor was full of bags, food packs and alive chickens…

Here occurred what I wanted to explain few posts before. In the middle of the night, around 1am, happened that when I was trying to sleep I started to think about Karma, the destiny, the energy, the good things that I did and the good thing that I got by fortune.

In resume, I guessed that something unfortunately had to occur me, don’t ask me why.

Three minutes after one guy left the bus and I felt that something was running bad. I felt that he had stolen my mobile and I didn’t realize… Should that confirm that Karma is present in our lives? Do I have to have faith in destiny? I just want to keep in my mind that it was a big coincidence and an enormous weird energy in these instant.

I arrived to Probolingo three hours early. It was 2pm and nothing opened in the street. I found the place where the bemos leave and I joined the two locals around there until 7pm. It was a comfortable bamboo bench.

The most annoying moment arrived that morning when I had to negotiate during three hours for get a driver who could drive us for less than 12 people or less than 300.000 rupiah (30$)0in total. The roles in the Indonesian villages are the roles and if you don’t like, get out from here, they told me…

Bromo was ok. 2km walking through the sand desert and a short climb for get to the crater. There I had my own adventure going down a little bit. It was worthy for the picture that I got.

Like everyone knows… the fun is how to get to the places not the place.