As those of you who are regular readers are aware, the misfortune that has befallen me with regards to the recent toppling of the internet tower has taken it’s toll on the regularity of my writing. It is with great luck, then, that I find myself here in Kuala Lumpur on a visa run with very little to do and a super fast internet connection to play with. So I will use this time to give you a short report on Huey’s birthday trip to the Gili islands.
Huey turned eight this week and to celebrate, his parents organised a trip to the Gili islands for him. I was extremely fortunate to be invited along to join the celebrations and accepted the invitation excitedly. The islands lie just off Lombok and can be reached by boat from Bali in around an hour. Except, of course, when the boat has been cancelled due to exceedingly high winds. Luckily, the boat company put their contingency plans into action and organised alternative modes of transport for us. Thus, instead of our comfortable three-hour boat ride, we ended up spending our day in two taxis, a speedboat, a horse-driven cart and an aeroplane. Yes, an aeroplane. Apparently, cyclonic winds are enough to stop boats but not aircraft. It felt like a ride in a wooden-wheeled chariot on a cobbled street.
Having arrived in the Gilis both tired and relieved to be alive, we settled in to our eco-villa. At this point, an awful realisation hit me. Having spent the past three months in a luxurious eco-lodge, in a gorgeous bungalow and with exquisite food, my standards have gone through the roof. Six months ago, I would have been raving about how wonderful the Gili Eco Villas are, but I am afraid they were nowhere near Bali Eco Stay. They were simply average. What made matters worse is that there were signs everywhere reminding guests about their responsibilities (turning lights off, saving water etc…), but the staff did not practice what they were preaching at all. In fact, on one occasion some of the staff came into our villa and turned on every single light that was there as well as the water tap in the kitchen. I have no idea why. They then left and did not come back until I called them to ask why the sink was overflowing and flooding the villa. There was no explanation.
During the days, we cycled around the island, went snorkelling and lazed on the beaches. It was through this strenuous programme that I was able to top up my scarlet tan. I have a fantastic talent for disguising myself as a lobster whenever I spend more than ten minutes in the sun. Being bald as a seventy year old makes my scalp a rather easy target for the sun’s rays and as such I always look angry or embarrassed when I get burned.
The entire trip was fantastic but by far the highlight was when I went snorkelling and saw a turtle having its lunch. I had been snorkelling for about twenty minutes and had ventured out beyond what used to be coral reefs before the fishermen put dynamite to them in the 1980s. Having seen a fabulous array of fish, but slightly disappointed to have encountered no turtles, I began my swim home before my sunburn became incandescent. Within thirty seconds of turning towards the beach, I saw the beautiful beast scavenging on the sea floor.
I was so overwhelmed that I immediately began flailing around, searching for someone to share in what I was seeing and duly located a fellow snorkeller. He proceeded to give a rather nonchalant ‘OK’ sign and carried on his merry way. I paused and watched my reptilian friend for about ten minutes as it scoured the seabed for food. I couldn’t believe just how gracefully it moved for such a large and clumsy looking thing. I felt so privileged to be witnessing what I saw. All that was missing was David Attenborough’s soft, comforting narration in my ears.
We left the Gilis after three wonderful days there and thankfully we were spared a plane journey back as the boats had begun to run again. This was fantastic news for everyone except poor Huey, who was heavily sea sick for the entire three hours. What a way to end your birthday. Poor boy.