Travel. Indonesia. Photography.
The Gili Islands, a Postcard Personified
The simplistic beauty of a tropical beach
It’s funny. Sometimes I find it easier to write about places that I don’t like rather than ones that I do. That way, I can avoid all the travel cliches and the cheese. I can cast aside the rose-tinted glasses, tell that funny story and take the piss. Now, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s taking the piss. But I can’t do that to the Gili Islands. I just can’t.
They are a postcard personified.
I ease into that butter-soft sand, close my eyes and listen to the island. A barely audible whisper, utter the waves, tired out after all their shouting and screaming at the surfers on Kuta beach. I open them again to riffle through a catalog of colours, little licks of sliver, flicks of teal, and vast swathes of mint. Pastel stripes across wooden boats and the grass green mountains of Lombok echo on the surface.
It’s simply beautiful, and I can’t say much more than that.
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Georgina Nelson. Traveller. Writer. Photographer. Yoga teacher.
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