The island is distinct from Bali. Lombok is largely Muslim so no sooner had we arrived on the island could we hear the call to prayer. There are no cars on Trawangan, only horse drawn carts with tires and bicycles. However, the town center is so small that everything is walkable.
The heat of the day is punishing but come evening, the island pulses with the thump thump of bars playing loud music. It's known as the party island of the Gilis. This may explain why the expats here are roughly ten years younger than me and 15 than J.
We are staying at the bungalows of a dive center. They are constructed like traditional Sasak rice barns, made of teak and stacked reed or bamboo. And the bathroom? It's outside. Inlaid stone and decorative concrete.
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