I made a last minute decision to head over to Lombok Island. My friend is investing in land there and I thought it would be a good idea to have a look too. I read that US and Dubai investors had bought up a lot of the property already, in anticipation of a new international airport in the works and increased tourism. So off I went to check it out, on what was supposed to be 5-hour boat ride.
It turned out to be more like 7-hours on a rickety old boat and we landed ashore in Sengiggi around 8pm. And when I say “landed ashore,” I mean literally we had to get into a smaller boat then jump out onto the beach in the dark of night with our suitcases overhead to avoid getting wet (grumble.) Actually, the boat ride was quite nice. Especially at night, sitting on the bow sailing towards the island, seeing the incredible starry moonlit sky. Wow – so peaceful.
After landing, I headed over to Hotel Elen recommend by Lonely Planet as being basic but decent. What a dive! I’ve stayed in some divy dives and this one makes the top 5 list. It was BYOTP, (lol) but at least it had a western toilet. (And yes I know the squat toilets are better for you, but I’ll take Western any day.) As I was unpacking, I had a flashback to a time when I used to fly first class for business and stay at hotels like the Four Seasons in Portugal or Raffles in Singapore. But to be honest , while it was INCREDIBLY NICE no doubt and I am grateful for all my experiences, I rather take old boats and stay in dinky hotels rather than be stuck in the corporate matrix EVER again.
At 5:30am, I awoke to a blaring overamped loudspeaker calling all Muslims to pray. Apparently this happens, 5(?) times per day. Well it was good anyway, because I was glad to get an early start and be on my way to Kuta on the south shore, because I wasn’t loving Sengiggi and I was missing Ubud.
I went to the bus transport but they need a minimum of 2 people for the trip to Kuta. So I went to the street and negotiated a RP300,000 fare with a man who seemed decent and spoke English very well. So as I’m waiting for him to get his car, he motions his non-English speaking friend over in this wreck of a car! Apparently this is my ride to Kuta. So I get in thinking wow, I must be crazy. Here I am traveling alone to god knows where. The driver could literally pull down an alley and take everything I own or worse. But while my mind told me I should be fearful, really I wasn’t.
So off we go, dodging a minefield of potholes in a sorry excuse for a car. ..to be continued in Kuta.
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