As of today, I am on a tiny speck of an island called Gili Air in Indonesia and I couldn’t be happier. We left London on Friday evening, rushing straight from work to Gatwick Airport. Then we flew for seven hours to Dubai, raced through the airport on our ninety-minute layover, and flew the remaining nine hours necessary to reach Denpasar Airport in Bali. We landed in Indonesia late last night, procured our thirty-day visas as we passed through the border and trudged along to the small guesthouse we’d booked for the night with our huge backpacks. We then had the joy of catching up with our ex-housemate Sophie for breakfast, because she moved to Bali last month, before taking an hour-long cab to the Padang Bai port where we boarded the fast boat to Gili Air, which goes via Gili Trawangan. Finally, we arrived on this tiny island, ready to explore.
I only have a few photos from our first few daylight hours on Gili Air. Would you believe that I didn’t take my camera out once this week in London, nor during our morning in Canggu or the hours spent at the port, surrounded by colourful catamarans? It just didn’t feel like the right time to start. Now that I’m better with the camera, I feel less compelled to take it out all the time. I only want to be behind the lens when I think I will end up with something great to show for it. Also, I was too busy marvelling at the fact that, somehow, we were halfway around the world, about to spend a week obtaining our next dive certificates, something I’ve been wanting to do since I first got certified a literal decade ago (almost to the day!). I will spend this week getting my Advanced Open Water certification, including adventure dives on a wreck, at night and being taught how to actually use my camera to its full potential underwater.
London was a photography bust this week, as it has been for the past few weeks, though that’s on me, not the city. It was worth it, though – I passed my exam on Wednesday and officially finished this qualification. I’m so happy! I have spent so many hours studying over the past few months and thrilled to be finished, and to have passed. Then I attended and worked at my company’s large annual conference on Thursday. I was also trying to pre-write a load of blogs for while I’m away at the same time, an endeavour I only semi-succeeded at. But no matter! I am on a tiny island in Indonesia, eating amazing fresh fruit and preparing to spend a week beneath the surface. I’m so excited!
Right, I am almost delirious with jet lag and need to be up early for my first dive of the trip. Here are a few photos from our first few hours on Gili Air. Enjoy!
It‘s actually Monday morning in Indonesia now, because a power cut prevented me from posting this last night. Feeling slightly less deliriously tired and even more excited for my first dive this morning!