2 1/2 hours later we arrived in Sengiggi, Lombok from the Gili Islands. As soon as we got out from the bus we were pouned on by the locals, to carry oyur bags, take us to our hotel, selling necklaces, braclets, woorern ornaments, you name it, as long as you pay they will do anything! Having been annoyed by this behaviour since we arrive in Bali a week before hand we were getting slight irritated by this and our patience was wearing thin with saying every 2 minutes "No Thankyou, No Thankyou, No Thankyou" Dispite this we managed to stay polite and continued with yet another, ever menotinous "NO THANKYOU".
We decieded to wait by the road and flag down the next metered taxi as you are less likely to get ripped off my them.
we arrived at our hotel, got ready and went out for a meal in a hotel down the road from where we were staying. The food was lovely but not that lovely that I wanted to see it again later which is nearly what happened.
When we got back to our hotel I almost immidatly started to experience the worst stomach cramps and a feeling of being ill. Although I wanst actually ill I spent all night and the next day feeling slightly rubbish and staying in bed for most of it. We were due to get the boat back to Bali that day but die to me feeling rubbish we stayed as the thought of being on a local, smelly boat for 6 hours in sometimes rough sea was not appealing im my current state.
So whilst I wollow in self pitty Rach went for a walk around Sengiggi and the beach. She sat on the beach not too far from our hotel where a elderly local man who spoke very little English came over once again trying to sell her something. Rachel tried to explain that she wasnt interest but her proceeded to get everything out of his big sack which he lugged around all day over his shoulder. He unwrapped everything, showwing them to her. She again said that she wasnt interested and with this he simply rewrapped everything very slowly (as he was very old & frail. Looked like he had had a proper meal in months) put them all back in his sack and stumbled off. Rachel apprently had a tear in her eye as it was so sad to see this poor little old man srimping and scraping to feed himself and probably other family members. The items her was trying to sell, in the gand scheme of things, only would have cost 3-4 Pounds but you just simply cant buy something off everyone otherwise you would never be able to stop, or fit it anywhere for that fact. Both Rachel and myself already had a huge bag eage of items we had already brought. As Rachel said, its the occasions when things like that happen it makes you realise just how poor some people are and how good we have things in life.
Late that night I felt much better although I still dare not eat anything. We got any early night ready to be picked up at 9am to endure that hiddious journey back to Bali.
Next Stop Ubub, Bali. The Cultural and Artistic center of Bali.