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Published: February 9th 2005
We arrived straight into the hustle and bustle of Kuta at about 10 at night, great surfing on the beaches, Jo and I both had a go with varying degrees of success!! A couple of days later we wanted to move on to some tranquility, we decided on a really small island called Gili Air, to get there we had to travel through a larger island called Lombok...bad mistake! On the way down there, we were pickpocketed, a pair working together managed to get into our bacpack and stole my money belt....Say goodbye to my passport, 200 quid, debit cards, driving license, flight tickets etc. etc. Valentines day was spent in a Lombok police station watching the police watching television, playing on the computer and having a good laugh at the tourist who "lost" his money belt! They're as corrupt as the criminals, they didn't even get the statement right! ( You could have had a field day with them P.C. Finney....yes, you know who you are, ha ha! )
We were thoroughly sick of the country by this point and just wanted to go, no can do though, we were stuck for nearly two extra weeks there while we sorted
Gili Air
View from our restaurant on Giliout new passport, tickets etc. On the way to apply for new passport, we rented a scooter, got pulled by the friendly...NOT, coppers on a bogus traffic violation ( hugely common here, tourists are a fast meal ticket for them, bit of extra pocket money from fines or bribes ), I'd had enough and had a go at him, managed to get just a warning, corrupt bastards ( Scuse my french parents! )We praised the day we could eventually set foot in the airport and bugger off to Oz. The only highlight of the place was an Island off Bali called Nusa Lembongan, some awesome snorkelling, we swam with a shark...great!
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