Our final destination was Gili Trawangan, a tiny island off the coast of Lombok, and the perfect place to end our trip. It was beautiful, relaxing, and truly felt like we were on the other side of the world, somewhere really special. There were no motorized vehicles allowed on the island, only bicycles and small carriages pulled by ponies, called cidomos. There’s something so charming about laying on the beach and hearing the ringing of bells as a pony runs past you. The bicycles on the other hand lost their charm rather quickly. Riding a bike in sand is no easy feat. After about 5 minutes of my rusty tires getting stuck, I was done. Jolian’s pedal kept falling off, so you know, that added another challenge. Needless to say, we stuck to the ponies after that one ride.
Gili Trawangan’s eastern side is pretty lively with restaurants, small hotels and bars lining the beach. We chose to stay on the quiet, undeveloped western side of the island at Desa Dunia Beda in a javanese style hut made of beautiful carved teak wood. There were just a couple of other people staying at the resort, so it felt like we had the whole place to ourselves, sharing the beach only with the neighboring cows that would graze in the morning. Jolian did a couple of dives, but for the most part, we spent our final four days laying on the beach discussing how the hell we were going to go back to real life after the past 5 weeks in paradise. How did it go by so fast?