Lombok is a paradise, undeveloped the way they say Bali was 30 years ago. Here at Heaven on the Planet, they must generate their own electricity and showers are rainwater. Our cottage is Jati and the deck runs the length of the house on the cliff side. Looking down the coast, I see no development until the small fishing villiage, at least 6 points away - only lush green forests touching the white sand beaches and clear blue-green ocean between us. Across Ekas Bay they is a small port town. Early in the morning, the Muslim call to prayer wafes across the water, entering my dreams. I wake as the birds do, and view this paradise from within my net.
The restaurant is perched out in the trees, overlooking the break, Insides. I hear the boat returning from Outsides, and wonder if the boys are aboard. We have breakfast and I hear the morning surf stories.
Dinner on the beach tonight complete with bonfire.
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