Moving on from paradise

Our decision to extend our stay at the Villa Grasia by yet another day was partly caused by the late night watching Chelsea become English champions, but mostly by the amount of Bintang beers drank before, during and after the game. Anyway, another day in paradise gave Meg the opportunity to have a massage and Mark the time to 'clear his head'.

And so three days after our intended last night, our actual last night in Gili T saw us gathered around a beach bonfire playing the bongos and tambourine with a few friends playing the guitar and us all singing "Hotel California" and "Wonderful Tonight". Who said we couldn't do proper backpacking?!!

We then spent a hot, sweaty evening on the next island, Gili Meno, in a dark damp room with a broken fan - it was cheap but going from 5-stars to no-stars was never going to be easy.

After one night we moved on and are now investigating the island of Lombok on a scooter. It's fairly safe once you get the hang of dodging mud, rocks, cows, buses and goats spread across the roads, but Mark is driving cautiously (a rare sight!). We have yet to see rice paddies etc so are off in search of them tomorrow, to find out how all the rice we've been eating (and eating) gets grown.