Our trip to Lombok with the boys does not begin in the best way: arrived into the airport, we decide to not board our trolleys to not have to wait for them to the arrival; but Paul forgets in his handbag his Swiss boxcutter (which it costs more than four times the tickets all around). 😡😡😡 so, when he put it under the metal dedector, obviously they stop him!! At the end they embark it into the hold.
There are about 20-30 min of flight to Lombok, it depends on the winds. In front of us a small twin-engine. Jacob, who is afraid of flying like me, says: “Wow, who would rise on that thing!?!” “Us!!” We respond in unison. Look of terror. Headphones in their ears, sweaty hands, Jacob does not speak with anyone until landing!!
We arrive half an hour in delay. I know, it’s nothing, but considering the length of the flight … it’s like arriving in delay of 8 hours on a MI-NY flight.
We pick up the car. The radio is broken. It doesn’t matter. Tom sings along the way (as we are lucky 😁😁) towards the beautiful Pura Lingsar. We eat at McDonald’s in the dilapidated capital of the island and we arrive at the temple. Beautiful ??!! Sometimes those of Lonely are made of good stuff, but they don’t share it with anyone !! 😭😭
It starts to rain. We arrive in the Sengiggi boutique hotel I booked. For the price I paid, it’s not so bad. They welcome us warmly. The rooms are clean. The sun came out, but now it’s really too hot.
I decide to jump into the pool, but I hit my heel on the bottom. WTF!! Put some measures, was it too bad??
In short, here you have to fix !!
And if there’s one thing you learn quickly in Indonesia is that a good massage makes you in peace with the world. Said, than done: we choose a phantasmagorical massage in Cambodja Spa, in Qunci Villas. Wonderful! Finally!
Sure … in the end it proved to be a little bit expensive (more than the Swiss boxcutter that it costed more than the flight tickest) and I think we will have to compensate with two days of fasting, but what would you not to do to be cheered up … wouldn’t you?