Sick and Alone in the Gili Islands

Imagine this – picturesque white sandy beeches, a chilled-out mellow atmosphere amidst a backdrop of volcanoes and blue ocean. Now imagine being here with the flu :(  I already know that I will look at this week as one of the low points of my trip – I’m on Gili T, staying in an uncomfortable, overpriced bungalow and am trying to recover in my room between the mosque loud speaker, rooster calls and drunk partiers staggering by at all hours of the night.

Autumn returned home 3 days ago, after an incredible month-long journey together. There is so much to say about the our time together, but I’m afraid this blog isn’t the appropriate forum.  I am finding myself a little lost and lonely at times, getting used to being alone again and not having a constant companion. Compound this with being sick in a country where aspirin and ibuprofen are illegal and you’ll find one grumpy Keith. I think the pace that we had been traveling at, coupled with the anxiety of parting was more than my body could handle. I’ve slept for about 16 hours a day for the past 2 days and am hoping I can muster the energy to take the 7am boat off the island tomorrow to a coast town where I can find a more comfortable place to lay my weary head for a few days. 

Once I can see straight I will update everyone on all things Bali and get some amazing photos posted.