It is such a cliché to describe something as paradise,
especially when that something is a perfect little island with perfect
turquoise water. Our ice-bound North
American selves tend to think of this kind of thing as heaven – hammocks, white
sand, glimmering water. While I think
we’re just a little blind to our own mountains and lakes, there’s a pretty good
argument to be made for beaches.
The maybe-paradise I’m talking about it called Gili
Trawangan, and it’s a very tiny island off the coast of another small island
which is itself next door to Bali which is itself a part of Indonesia. Complicated to describe, not so complicated
to love.
Gili Trawangan is pretty unique in that it has no motorized
traffic. None. No cars, no scooters, no nothing. Horse carts clip-clop along dirt roads and
tourists and locals alike ride around on bikes.
It’s a pretty nice change after the noisy and perpetually
traffic-clogged streets of Bali. Despite the relative antiquity of the transportation,
the long strip of stunning bars (many with gorgeous pools) and upscale seafood
(and seaside) restaurants is anything but outdated. It’s a perfect combination of rustic and
modern – all the benefits of island life (10,000 adorable cats, quiet nights,
walkability) with all the comforts one can ask for (cold bintangs and clean-ish
bathrooms).
Jessica and I are going to continue our research into the
possible perfection of this place for another four nights, adding to the two
we’ve already spent. We promise to
diligently record every glowing sunset, note carefully our growing obsession
with the national dish nasi campur,
and definitely detail our swims in that glimmering turquoise water I told you
about. Maybe paradise isn’t lost after
all…
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| I finally bought myself a pineapple and then I ate the whole thing and then I had a sore mouth. |
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| that's my little jessie pony! |
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| sideways! but this is my bag-on-foot shower adventure look. |
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