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