48 hours after landing on Lombok we’re off again. Back on a boat to see the Komodo dragons. 

On the spur of the moment we signed up for a four day boat trip that will take us passed a number of islands to Flores stopping at the Komodo national park on the way. 

Alice and Jonny having passed over the reigns of working out what comes next were soon regretting their decision as Juliet and I booked them on a traditional Indonesian wooden sailing boat. We’ve got a cabin, they are in a shared bunk room.

At 9 on Thursday morning, as arranged, we were picked up by a mini bus along with some fellow boat travellers. 

The roads on the larger islands here are generally busy. Busy with masses of mopeds. Mopeds with large sacks of rice on the back. Mopeds with families on the back. Some times as many as five. Mopeds with piles of freshly cut corn plants sticking out on side, the rider leaning  to to other side to balance the bike. 

Mixed in lorries, vans, trucks and other mini busses. The odd horse and cart slowing every one down. I’m sure if you viewed the road across Lombok from 10,000ft it must resemble a line of ants moving back and forth. Each knowing the part  they play making the whole work. 

Sitting in the back of the mini bus realising that back seat driving wouldn’t help the situation. The best thing to breathe deeply and pray that our driver was in fact the best driver on Lombok and that he would skillfully transport us to our boat in one piece, one crazy over taking manoeuvre after another, slightly faster that any other vehicle, so that we  would arrive at the boat first. 

We did make it to the boat. We did make it first , feeling slightly nauseous and shaken from the 2 hour experience.

Now we just have to wait. Wait for the other travellers to arrive, but at least Alice and Jonny get to choose their bunks down in the depths of the boat. 

It promises to be a memorable trip.