Kuta, Lombok
I don’t know if it was mis-communication on her part, or her German boss is schizo, but when I got to Sengiggi on Friday night, it turned out Winda had to work Easter weekend and couldn’t go with me South to Kuta, Lombok. Disappointing, but no big deal in the end, as I didn’t have to get two rooms, and it was still nice. I took a “scenic” route, and got there within two hours. Got a cheap room, hung out on the beach talking to kids trying to sell braclets, had dinner and drank some beers, talking with a local guy Lee.
I awoke super early the next day, so went out to see the sunrise. Lee and others had convinced me not to take a scenic route through the mountains back to Lembar, the port town, in case I got a flat, as there is no one out there to fix it. I didn’t in the end, but now am thinking about a system to self repair that would free me up to do more kooky adventuring. It’s much more complicated than a bicycle flat fix unfortunately. And the roads here are often shot out and full of little pot-holes that must be navigated. But I made the ferry back by 9AM. It turned out to be mostly empty and we were back on Bali by noon. Then I rode on home. Not the greatest weekend ever, but a nice little getaway. Driving through the countryside, seeing the rice fields and mosques, which are actually kind of pretty, the only foreigner around, gives me more appreciation for being here. I look forward to more trips out to other islands, Java and beyond.
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