Another day, another boatload of excited but tired passengers from Bali arrive on the island. The transfer boat pulls up alongside the floating jetty and the newcomers stand up to… [Continue Reading]
Category: Gili Island stories
A non-first-world problem
Last night, with literally just a few hours notice, the fresh water supply on our tiny island of Gili Meno was turned off by order of the government. Today nobody… [Continue Reading]
Changing the world one pony, and child, at a time
It’s hard to teach old dogs new tricks, right? Even more so if there’s big odds stacked against you. Odds like culture, religion, superstition, tradition, poor education and poverty. Horses… [Continue Reading]
fleeting
While the men sauntered home or rode rickety bikes from the maghrib prayers at the mosque around the corner, and on the mainland teenagers rode to a lookout, lit cigarettes… [Continue Reading]
A tiny tourist island… with no tourists
Gili Meno, the tropical island that’s been my home for the last five years, is tiny. I often walk around the whole island, barefoot-in-the-sand-at-sunset, and my phone shows me it’s… [Continue Reading]
Dodgy Dudes (part 4)
If you saw a wallet lying on the street, you’d pick it up, yeah? And, when you checked the cards inside and found the identity of the owner, you’d do… [Continue Reading]
Three little things to help us while we Stay At Home
So we find ourselves now living in a time of chaotic isolation. Or isolated chaos. A friend said to me today that maybe introverts are happy as pigs in clover!… [Continue Reading]
When I feel the earth move under my feet
When we’re centred, balanced, sensible and strong in our journeys – in our space – we’re said to be ‘grounded’. There’s a reason for this. The ground. It is meant… [Continue Reading]
Hiccups, first world problems, and the value of saying thanks
The other day somebody told me of a fellow in Lombok who built bungalows like ours and with the first wet season the bungalows collapsed. They just, fell down. I… [Continue Reading]
Dodgy Dudes (part 2)
The next man to pierce my thin skin was a ‘friend’ of Made’s who came to live with us. Let’s call him Nane. Late last year Nane begged Made to… [Continue Reading]