Lately, Zev and I have been playing tour guide for my mother, who is visiting us in Bali for the month of June. Most of our time has been spent seeing the sights around Ubud (which I’ll share more about later) but we spent this past weekend snorkeling and diving on Gili Air. Gili Air is a tiny speck of white sand and palm trees east of Bali, ringed by turquoise water and brilliant coral reefs. It was the perfect setting for an ultra low key weekend at the beach.
We spent plenty of time lounging around our perch on the northern end of the island, reading books and watching the waves crest. We spent the afternoons wandering the beach and wildlife spotting in the tide pools. Each evening, we were treated to a 270 degree view stretching from the western sunset over the open ocean to the eastern full moon rising over Mount Rinjani, the volcano on neighboring Lombok. It was after all, a super moon and we had the super panorama for the big event.
During our stay on the island we also experienced a rattling 5.2 magnitude earthquake, centered about 5km from us. We were suddenly acutely aware of the active volcano lurking on the horizon. For the rest of our stay, my heart jumped into my throat at the slightest lurch or bump, and especially during the tiny aftershocks we felt.
Looking good in that bikini, gurrrrrrl.
That earthquake would rattle me too! I was like that for days after the one here!
Thanks girly, it’s my ‘all rice all the time’ diet. 😀