We spent nearly a week on Gili Trawangan (Traw-wong-in.) I had originally chosen it due to the repeated complaints that “Bali was too touristy,” but found, to some disappointment, that Trawangan was itself the epitome of touristy. Perhaps because it’s a small island and it’s overloaded with Europeans (Oh, the French… our Indian host had been right – they do not make good tourists,) Australians, and Brits. Most nights we didn’t go out at all, to avoid the throngs of college-age revelers who can apparently never tire of The Black Eyed Peas “I Got A Feeling.”
For the most part we laid low on a remote stretch of the beach, snorkeled every day (spotting six huge sea turtles,) ate, and did our best to sleep despite lengthy calls to prayer 5 times a day (we were there during Ramadan.) Also, despite popular belief, roosters do not give their signature calls at about 5am as the sun starts to rise. They in fact cock-a-doodle doo! all day and night. And in case one should tire never worry – there are several dozen running around almost any where you go on any of the Gili Islands which are in fact, farmland skirted by tourist areas. Alas even paradise has flies. Lots of them.
There is a constant flow of things coming on the island and things leaving the island. Even fresh water has to be brought in since their well water has high salinity. Construction supplies move constantly onto the island day and night.
As usual I have a bunch of photos of the local kids because they often tell so much of the story of the places we visit. And their expressions never lie.
We walked around the interior of the island and found a lot of farm land and live stock.
We toured the coast…
We laid on the beach and rolled into the water once in a while…
We ate and drank!
For three nights we ate the best, authentic Italian pizza.
and some various other shots from the trip…