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Our ferry journey ended at Lombok and we continued on a smaller boat to a ranch-sized, offshore island called Gili Trawangan. It's too small to be anything but a tourist hideaway; we could circumnavigate the entire shoreline on a morning stroll. An outrigger canoe carried us to this spit of land, winging over the coral reef that butts against it. From a wet beach landing, we walked down mainstreet, a dirt path worn smooth by horse carriages and barefooted beach bums, and picked out a simple bungalow under palm trees in the sand. |
Feeling like driftwood.
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Horse-drawn buggies furnish the only means of locomotion
on the Gili islands but there's no where to go.
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The island is so narrow every place is beachfront
property.
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