A week after my return to France, I finally decided to return the keyboard to end my trip. I chose for my last days in Bali, to spend a night on the island of Nusa Lembongan
, and, before flying to visit briefly Kuta where gather the bulk of tourists to Bali . This place was really interesting: a huge beach and armored charmless world, and a waterfront compound of souvenir shops and hotels with pools. Since I had a little time I still walked the streets of Kuta, but again without significant discovery. The day before, I took a small boat with a score of tourists and some local direction Nusa Lembongan from Sanur. No dock, we embarked on the beach. The trip lasted an hour and a half, it moved a lot in the middle, I took some memorable and refreshing waves. The island fai
t few kilometers long, it can easily travel to different places within a few feet to tens of minutes. Upon landing, I'm riding the scooter from a guy who offered me a room clean and cheap beachfront, north of the island. The further north, the less hotels and tourists. So I was super quiet in my little guest house, and opposite the sea of glass on my right volcanoes North of Bali and on my left Mushroom Bay. exploration of the island began with a small turn in the fishing village at the northern tip of the island. In fact the village is just a street that runs alongside the sea, there must be a hundred small huts precarious. Algae are spread to dry everywhere, it seems to be the mainstay of the island after tourism (although the number of tourists is quite reasonable). The night I also saw
low tide types of species harvested in seaweed, a few centimeters below the water surface. Needless to say he was super nice and very warm. I burned out my arm, already damaged by the scooter sitting, walking in the sun on roads and along beaches. My journey took me to the Bay of mushroom, famous not for his fungi but for its surfing and its funds conducive to snorkeling. To get there I walked along the sea for about 30 minutes, 20 minutes of villages and 10 minutes of luxurious hotels and villas that populate the South Island. I reached a small creek lost with a single hut where some Indonesian drink playing chess. I swam a couple of minutes to get to the place where, according to Lonely Planet, the funds were most impressive. You could also pay a boat a few tens of thousands of rupiah to get her to the place in question, but the option was swimming more fun and more economical:) Again, the fish were to rendezvous with some massive coral forms impossible. A few hundred yards from the novice trying to subdue the wave for beginners called "Playground." I then asked to read a book an hour or two before returning to enjoy sunset from the terrace of my guesthouse.
Early the next morning, I went back to Sanur before heading towards Kuta and the airport the next day. The return journey was made without incident, but one unscheduled stop (or rather not specified on the ticket) to Singapore where we left to go up in the same plane two hours later, but with more passengers. 6 or 7 hours later I was in Doha, Qatar, and another 7 hours later landing in Paris! Cold and gray were of course to the rendezvous, but you know it: p Still, I could not do Northern India but I promise to return one day or another, I miss it already! 
