A few months ago, I was fortunate enough to visit Bali, and unfortunate enough to have a terrible time there. My trip wasn't ALL bad though, as I manged to briefly escape the main island and squeeze in a four day trip to The Gili Islands - a little piece of paradise, tucked far, far away from the hell hole that is Kuta.
Hot, tired, hungry and grumpy, I made my way onto the boat. I'd had to wake up at ridiculous o'clock to cram onto a tiny, non air conditioned minibus for the (far too slow) journey to Padang Bay. It's hard to stay grumpy for long when you're on a boat though, and I was soon on the top deck, enjoying the breeze and the school of dolphins that had decided to tag on for part of the ride. The couple of hours that it took to arrive felt like no time at all - now it felt like a holiday.
The Gili Islands really are like something out of a dream - with the clearest of blue seas, the whitest of sands and a complete ban of vehicles on the islands, meaning that horse and cart or bicycle are the only alternatives to walking, I was in love with Gili Trawangan from the moment I stepped foot off of the boat.
I'd been a little worried about the hostel I'd booked, as I was fast running out of money, and had gone for the cheapest one I could find! Calypso Apartments turned out to be my favourite hostel in Indonesia in the end - a clean and peaceful little place, in a perfect location, with the friendliest and most helpful owners I think I've ever met! I feel like I should give them a little shout out, as they really were great! (And their wifi was spot on too!) So thank you, Yannick and Nancy! :)
A couple of chilled out days on Gili T was enough to restore my faith in Indonesia. It went a little too quickly for my liking. I went snorkelling, (and although the photo below seems to imply that all I saw was my own hair, we actually were lucky enough to see quite a few turtles too!) Aside from my little underwater adventure, all I really did for a few days was eat, sleep and read. It was perfect!
Another early start as I woke up early to make the short boat trip over to Gili Air - just as beautiful, if not more so, than Gili T. I happily checked into my hostel for another couple of days of doing nothing.
My stay on Gili Air was pretty uneventful, aside from the couple of hours that some dickhead managed to lock me in the hostel room (which was a straw hut.) Come to think of it, that was pretty uneventful too, as I just sat on the bed for a couple of hours, cussing her blind.
For me, the Gili Islands were the perfect little escape from reality (and mainly from Bali!) If you're heading to Indonesia, make sure you pay a visit!