MY LAST VISIT TO THE GILIS: DIVING, EATING AND RELAXING BEFORE LEAVING SOUTHEAST ASIA FOR GOOD.
I love Indonesia. Okay, in fairness, that’s not 100% accurate: I really really like Indonesia – I love Gili Trawangan. I really shouldn’t, there are a lot of things about it that I don’t like or support – and feeling out of the travel mindset meant that many of these were more apparent to me this time – but, so help me, I still love Gili T.
When my plane landed in Indonesia this final time, it landed in Bali. My plan was to try to live and work in Australia after this little jaunt and so, in order to do a convincing impression of a functioning human being, I decided to do some essentials shopping here in Asia whilst it was still cheap. As elegant as I find my elephant shorts and flipflops, I can’t imagine getting many jobs in that get-up. For that reason, I actually stayed in the dreaded Kuta for my first 2 nights, just to raid it’s nearby malls.
One thing I will give it: Kuta actually has some really good hostel options. Since this was one of the last times I’d be able to stay in private room, however, and since they were cheap (10 GBP for a decent double), I booked into Kemuning Kuta Hotel for a few well needed nights of hermitting away. Okay, in fairness, I know I’ve been hermitting in these blog posts forever but I still haven’t gotten over the need to just chill and watch Netflix and not socialise yet. Soon! (maybe).
Anyway, my stay in Kuta turned out to be fairly pointless as the shopping centres just had international stores with the same international prices, and I actually didn’t end up purchasing very much. I know Australia, expensive as it notoriously is, also happens to have the same international stores (plus some) at the same prices so I’ll just wait until then I guess. I did manage to buy a new notebook though. I like to carry one to jot down my thoughts and experiences until I have a chance to blog them and the one I got in Georgetown, Malaysia is, quite literally, falling apart by this point.
Overall, I still had a nice day exploring. As much as I say I don’t like Bali, I actually know I haven’t really seen enough of it to judge and would be very willing to try again one day. I want to see Canggu for surfing and Amet for diving and I’d like to do the Mount Batur Sunrise hike, and even, as much as it annoyed me the first time, go and see the sights around Ubud properly. I also want to explore Lombok properly – I’ve heard such good things but I always just pass through on my way to and from the Gilis. Now would make sense to do this, but I’m just so tired of moving around. I want to travel but right now it sort of feels like a chore, so I’ll save it until I can properly enjoy it. Even though I’m here, in the right country on the opposite side of the world already. Still, I know myself and what I need right now, and that is a few days of netflix and Nasi Goreng and a private room in Kuta, and then the earliest possible boat to my beloved Gili Trawangan.
I left at 6:30am and paid IDR250 for my boat journey. I think you could get it for 200 if you really tried. For the first time ever, the boat from Bali to the Gilis was actually completely smooth and didn’t leave me feeling incredibly nauseous, which was miraculous in itself.
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Writing about this is actually quite hard. As you’ve likely realised, I’m about 4 months behind in this blog by this point, and my life looks very different now to how it did then. And I really, really miss this life. I miss Asia and I frickin’ miss Gili T. Even with travel exhaustion, I was still planning my next trip for when I had the energy again. It’s interesting that my craving is to go back to someone I’ve been, like Asia, more than it is to explore Latin America right now. I always craved travel as deep down it felt like I was hunting for something… Did I find that something on the Gilis? All I know is that, writing this, I wish I was there now.
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Anyway, I arrived on the island, and walked directly to my go-to hostel, Broken Compass. I toyed with the idea of a cheap homestay but I love the pool, I love the option of privacy should you want it, the option to be social should you want it… Yeah, I was never going to go anywhere else. After a lovely warm welcome from all the staff, I went straight to my favourite hipster cafe, The Banyan tree, and ordered my favourite hipster lunch: the purple wrap. Funnily enough, it wasn’t as a good as I remembered, but it was still wonderful to be home.
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I actually didn’t go out partying at all this time on Gili T. I did sort of feel the pull, but not enough to bother. I didn’t make a group in the same way that I normally do, and I found that I was far more drawn towards the quieter people this time than I was towards the big loud group. They were a particularly annoying big loud group of big loud guys and their swooning groupies this time. Some of the guys sat with me at breakfast one of the days and never bothered again after that – thankfully. Their chat about last nights ‘hook-ups’ was both incredibly sexist and disrespectful and clearly embellished, that I think I failed at being the correct level of impressed for them to want to talk to me again. Excellent. Anyway, I made soft friends with a much nicer group and occasionally went on day trips or food trips with them, but in general did my own thing.
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I ate a lottt of hipster food, usually in takeaway format alone in my bunk (don’t judge me, this was just exactly what I needed during this part of my trip – to feel cosy and comforted and not awkward for not feeling social), or in cafes whilst blogging. I also revisited my old habit of watching the sunset once or twice, Bintang in hand, with various members of my new crew. The most exciting thing I did this time around was I actually went to the other Gili Islands. There are actually three, and initially I assumed I would avoid Trawangan and spend my time on the other two as they sounded more my speed. It’s funny how things work out. Anyway, I’ve sort of always felt like I should go and stay on the others just to say I’ve done it, but I’ve never wanted to give them the time that I could have spent on Gili T, so I’ve just never gone.
I discovered this time though that you can go on a daytrip. You just grab the public ferry in the morning and pop across to Meno, take the ferry at noon to Air and then get the speedboat back in the evening. It was cheap and allowed me some time to explore both islands.
Meno was just as quiet and fancy as they say – definitely a honeymoon island, although I don’t know if I’d want to spend my honeymoon there in all honesty. It was pretty but all of the activities were exactly what you’d do from either of the other islands – i.e, get on a boat and do watery things. It was very underdeveloped, which was pretty but apart from lazing on the beach, it wouldn’t keep me entertained for long on my own, and would likely cost me more than it was worth. I went on a walk and then sat and had an overpriced coffee whilst I waited for the ferry to Air.
Air was a little more exciting. I think I could have loved it, had I not met Trawangan first. It was developed but still quaint with way less nightlife but lots of quirky stuff of it’s own. After a little wander around I stopped for lunch at Mowie’s and, apart from being incredibly windy when you sit indoors, I can definitely recommend. Get the Katsu chicken burger. It’s insane… God, I want to be back in Asia.
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Hilariously, a day or two later I ended up back in Mowie’s and back on Gili Air, as I went on the Gili’s snorkelling trip (for the second time) with my crew. I actually loved it. I loved it the first time but that was my first ever attempt at free-diving and so I could barely get down to the statues. Now I was able to easily lie in the middle of them for ages. Such a shame no one had a camera this time but it was still really great to feel so at one with the water. I miss being in the sea (when it’s warm and clear) so much.
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The other thing I did this time around that’s worth mentioning is diving. I bloody love diving. And since I was back with my original dive school, I wanted to do a few general dives, but specifically, a night dive with them. It ended up being me and this other guest, V, who I knew through breakfast and through hanging out at the dive shop, as well as Sammy, our guide, as my usual guide Nana was running courses this week. Sammy was great so this wasn’t at all an issue, and the dive was honestly the funniest dive I’ve ever done in my life. We did a shore dive as there weren’t enough of us to make it worth getting the full boat crew to take us out. This meant that we splashed into the water, weighed down by our equipment and wearing giant fins in twilight. I’m pretty sure I basically fell over my fins and landed face first in the water, at which point Sammy decided to grab hold of mine and V’s BCs and drag us into the water whilst we lay on our backs. I can’t quite remember why we thought this made us resemble babies, but we were giggling hysterically about this the entire way in, and when I say hysterically, I do mean hysterically. Sammy laughed along but I think she may have wanted to drown us.
That wasn’t even the funniest part. We went to the house reef which I’d never been to before, and where there were lots of things on the seabed placed in order to encourage coral growth. I was looking at the seabed, probably for some exciting night time macro life, when V swam above me. Now remember that it is pitch black except for our torchlight, and so I didn’t realise he was there and tried to move, got tangled up in him so we both bumped into so much stuff we really shouldn’t have bumped into, and in the end I just exhaled all my air and lay on the seabed until it was over, trying not to laugh hysterically and screw up my buoyancy. It was utterly excellent. It was the most ridiculous dive I’ve ever done in my life but really possibly my most enjoyable.
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I’d only booked to stay a week this time on the island. I normally only book a few days and then extend and extend and extend, to the point where the hostel manager was so surprised that I really was leaving on my initial check-out date that I kind of wondered why I was leaving then too. But, I’ve known for a while that I’m too exhausted to go an explore new places, and, although it is FULLY my intention to keep going with my trip, I’d decided to try and stand still and earn some money in Australia for a while. I wanted to get there before Halloween, which is my favourite time of year, and so now, (the week before Halloween – yes, this blog is super super late) seemed like a sensible time to go.
Thanks Asia. It’s been so f*cking amazing I can’t even cope.