Bamboo and palm thatch, horse and cart, it's quaint...
Overnight rain has cooled the air significantly this morning. The cockerels are out in force again as the world stirs into life with those surfer dudes getting ready for another day of riding the huge waves. Just like Bali next door, Lombok also has big waves leading to an industry wholly centered around surf boarders. But here in Kuta Lombok quite where they go is a mystery since the place is pretty empty by mid morning - after hangovers of course.
Contemplating the days activities over banana pancake and coffee then. Well, for a start I'd better finish of exploring the bay. Then probably hike a little inland before the heat gets too much. Across the road then to the beach tramping in-between a plot of land that once was home to a construction of some sorts now just rubble - prime land for future development I should think. These plots strech the whole length of the coastline, Ideal for plonking those high rise hotels right beside the sea, shame when that happens. Turning right towards the fishing boats and what looks like the original part of this village as the road becomes little more than a rough track with mopeds wizzing by.
Plenty of bamboo structures around here, plenty of garbage also and there is a horse drawn cart getting loaded with vegetables. The place is obviously poorly developed with kids running around in rags and groups of people just hanging around under shelters. Leaving the village centre towards the hill that defines this bay and the land becomes pretty marshy, passing herds of buffalo grazing in the hot sunshine. To proceed further looks like a hike in the hills here will be necessary, but not today, far to hot for any strenuous exercise. Oh, some rustling in the leaves, it's a lizard, a little fat brown creature with a streak of orange along its body - that's a nice photo.
Back towards the village in search of something to eat and in embracing the principles of budget travel I've just got to find local food at local prices, or as close as I can get within striking distance of the guesthouse. No such luck yet as I move into the touristy part of the village. Yep, it's still those overpriced Western orientated joints - although actually still not bad value, particularly for Northern Europeans and their Antipodean cousins.
Turning left at the crossroads because I've spotted what looks like a strong contender for my local food principle. Yes, indeed it is, a warung or Indonesian food outlet serving, well, a somewhat limited choice but the price is fair and a few others seem to be braving the rice and fried chicken fayre on offer, so let's go and grab some food - not the chicken though, not after how I've seen the method of preparation!
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Overnight rain has cooled the air significantly this morning. The cockerels are out in force again as the world stirs into life with those surfer dudes getting ready for another day of riding the huge waves. Just like Bali next door, Lombok also has big waves leading to an industry wholly centered around surf boarders. But here in Kuta Lombok quite where they go is a mystery since the place is pretty empty by mid morning - after hangovers of course.
Contemplating the days activities over banana pancake and coffee then. Well, for a start I'd better finish of exploring the bay. Then probably hike a little inland before the heat gets too much. Across the road then to the beach tramping in-between a plot of land that once was home to a construction of some sorts now just rubble - prime land for future development I should think. These plots strech the whole length of the coastline, Ideal for plonking those high rise hotels right beside the sea, shame when that happens. Turning right towards the fishing boats and what looks like the original part of this village as the road becomes little more than a rough track with mopeds wizzing by.
Plenty of bamboo structures around here, plenty of garbage also and there is a horse drawn cart getting loaded with vegetables. The place is obviously poorly developed with kids running around in rags and groups of people just hanging around under shelters. Leaving the village centre towards the hill that defines this bay and the land becomes pretty marshy, passing herds of buffalo grazing in the hot sunshine. To proceed further looks like a hike in the hills here will be necessary, but not today, far to hot for any strenuous exercise. Oh, some rustling in the leaves, it's a lizard, a little fat brown creature with a streak of orange along its body - that's a nice photo.
Back towards the village in search of something to eat and in embracing the principles of budget travel I've just got to find local food at local prices, or as close as I can get within striking distance of the guesthouse. No such luck yet as I move into the touristy part of the village. Yep, it's still those overpriced Western orientated joints - although actually still not bad value, particularly for Northern Europeans and their Antipodean cousins.
Turning left at the crossroads because I've spotted what looks like a strong contender for my local food principle. Yes, indeed it is, a warung or Indonesian food outlet serving, well, a somewhat limited choice but the price is fair and a few others seem to be braving the rice and fried chicken fayre on offer, so let's go and grab some food - not the chicken though, not after how I've seen the method of preparation!
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