Tis a tough life here on the Gili Islands.
A coconut might fall on your head.
Or you might discover that you're allergic to warm tropical seawater and balmy days.
Otherwise, things are just about perfect.
It was a tough day. Decisions, decisions. Pineapple or banana pancake for breakfast (banana is good, but has to be shared with the local mafia - three half grown kittens with a way of making themselves heard, and a rooster). Then the obligatory debate over the price of snorkels (60p a day). Then some strenuous snorkelling in warm, crystalline turquoise waters over carmel, pink and blue forests of reefs; psychedelic fish to contend with, and the occasional turtle. Dinner soon to come - barbecued fish just caught. And beach party tonight (and every night).
This place is bliss. The people are friendly - and not just in the usual 'hello, you wanna buy my sister?' manner; just interested in everyone. The weather and water are perfect. The nightlife rocks, in a mellow manner; when the pubs close, there's always a beach party till 4 or 5. And fresh magic mushrooms are for sale on a par with fresh fruit.
Sengiggi, on Lombok, the main island just south of Bali, didn't improve on acquaintance. Constant hassle from the local blokes, either to buy something or for a date; early closing; not much going for it. So came across to these islands, and bless the choice. Way more laid back (still Muslim, from the sounds of the occasional call to Mosque, but not too serious about it); not overrun with tourists; a tiny jewel of an isle a few kilometers across, with one mighty mountain - all of a hundred meters high.