Gili Trawangan is a small island off the coast of Lombok where contradictions abound. Here I am sitting listening to two concurrent calls to prayer from the local mosques. Sipping a beer. In a rapidly developing country, here they only get around with bikes, on foot, or using horse – drawn carages. Most women support the blazing heat without sweating, even being fully covered from head to toe. Most tourists keep their uniform to the bare minimum. On the main street, because there is only one, local touts offer everything from marajuana (illegal) to shrooms (legal) to beer pong. It seems like pizza and international offerings are easier to find than traditional Indonesian foods. Prices are double, triple, quadruple what they are on Bali or in Jakarta.
In the next few days, I’ll be posting more of what to do, where to stay and what to eat on Gili T.