After our successful taxi ride courtesy of the most corrupt cop on Gili Gede (Iriwan) we arrived at the harbour and then hopped on a ferry to Gili Air. We said our goodbyes to Max and Teresa and headed off towards our bungalow. It was extremely hot and because we cleverly (not) booked our place on the opposite side of the island to the harbour we had worked up a good sweat walking it with our full backpacks. It was very far from the centre and when we spoke to the manager, Frenchman Jacque, we told him that we won't be extending. That being said the bungalow was pretty awesome. Massive king size bed, private bathroom, aircon, balcony, very very private and an absolute steal of a price (as expected). It was overlooking mango trees and
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