Our conquest began from the wild islands of Gili Trawangan-most charming island, alive with landscapes taken from postcard-colored sandy beaches with azure water poured in the background of palms and bamboo huts on stilts. One of these huts became our home for 5 days, during which oddawalismy August pleasures of sunbathing, swimming and diving. Reefs around the island is inhabited by thousands of different species fish - whose replacement would constitute too large a challenge to my memory-for those who watched "Finding Nemo" I will say only that we saw all the heroes live-including the majestic turtles, which stress and graciousness flowed shock pushed close to us. Underwater currents were sometimes strong, but it was supposed pluses - no need to push pedals when push flippers just surrender to the depths of the ocean and life to peep below the surface. Apropos-bike-pedaling on the island next to it was the only means of carriages-TRANSPORT, who unite both tourists and natives. The stay was very nice, but tired of the tourist nature of much of the island we went to another island - Gili Meno - which the previous one, only to have a common name. Beaches were much wider, backpackers was much less in general it was a small village somewhere in the middle of the ocean. After two days we went to the Meno, Lombok - who is not pleased we especially liked - it was dirty and disheveled - the sight of the natives were white instead of the pupils of your notes. We decided to rent a autko and when we did, some asked if tubyles Passenger who do not want to dump us in the car and we podrzucimy I am on the south-why not - and so we met Sylvie - a very nice German woman since February, is a journey, the who I quit my job and leads a life backpackerski. South of the island turned out to be quite an attractive little so we decided to run away with a very expensive Lomboku. Before this happened, we had another strarcie with aggressive native, who slightly damaged us autko (it was a jagged old man with a bamboo stick, which seplenil something to us at the same time in the striking car, when we tried to fall asleep at the beach). Shortening a bit longish stories, fled grandfather, drove 2km to the closest police station - on which we learned that it is not their district (!) And then we asked, in order to be contacted by the appropriate police department - and then we heard that the phone does not work ( !) and we had to cycle on the policemen some 30km to learn that police car is broken (!!!) and we had news of their own vehicle for interventions. And so armed with armed to the teeth funckonariuszy and one native in the role of an interpreter, we found aggressive grandfather pall, after which we went to collect (near 2 am) with the head of all the villages (normally the head of the Mafia, and the prosecutor in a person) and had some discussion of the situation in the Bahasa language, and everybody was parted - her grandfather was ousted from the pall in August, because we are Christians it means that lie and the car broke themselves. So more or less looked briefly at night on Lombok, where we took two million kilometers Driving natives, police officers, heads of villages and the prosecutor, we slept some 3 hours after which we left with great joy Lombok local airlines-we were pleasantly surprised, with no need to push the aircraft before take-off and everything was very pleasant atmosphere. Ahead of us the last 2 days in Bali, after which we go on a long journey home to Bali (Denpasar) - Bangkok, Bangkok-Kiev, Kiev-W-wa. Unfortunately, another entry without the pictures noise because our memory card in the camera, in August was broken down and we do not have images that: (: (: (, but we hope to be able to recover data. The most important memories, after all, whom we have a whole backpack.
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