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Français Four days, already, that I am in Nusa Lembongan, a small island in the southeast of Bali. Very peaceful atmosphere, as I like, here again...
Seaweed growers
There are some surfers and divers to make the stormy crossing of the strait from Sanur, Bali. But we are not in a very touristy area, far from it.
The locals are seaweed growers. The cove of the village of Jungut Batu, protected by the reef where the waves roar, is in fact made up of fields of seaweed, which form a dark mosaic under the turquoise blue of the water.
On the sand, between the bungalows that welcome tourists, the seaweed dries, giving off an indefinable smell, a little acrid.
One gets used to it very quickly. The women carry from the shore to the beach large baskets filled with red or green seaweed, balanced on their heads.
Dream Beach
I don't really care, since I'm always in the water with the dives, and I take the sun to warm up on the boat.
The most practicable beaches for beaches pleasures are Mushroom Beach and Dream Beach. As well as the pretty Crystal Bay on the nearby island of Nusa Penida.
I have a crush on Dream Beach (opposite), with its rocks, its offshore rollers, its white sand and its small temple.
The tears of the Devil
Next door there is a place called Devil's Tears, the Tears of the Devil. It is a portion of cliff jagged by the sea.
The stone is sharp, transformed into rocky lace by the surf. There are big holes, some filled with water, others forming corridors where the big waves coming from the open sea rush in.
The water gushes upwards, with a lot of spray. It is impressive, a little frightening. We feel at the end of the world, on these cliffs plunging in the stormy water.
Reunion with a family of friends
My arrival at Lembongan Island was easy. Some friends, Philippe and Corinne (whom some will recognize), were already there, with their children, Clementine and Maxime. They took care of booking me a room at Ketut Losmen.
The guy came to pick me up on his motorcycle, so I only had to put my bags down and join the family, who had gone for a dip in Mushroom Bay.
Nice afternoon, followed by an apero and a small meal together in the evening, facing the sea, as we had planned!
Intense dive
I dive every day, with the excellent World Diving (which I recommend to you by the way), in the hope of approaching the famous molas-molas, the sunfish. Lembongan is one of the few places where they can be observed.
Today, no luck... My group is the only one not to have met them. The other groups of divers came back to the boat very excited, and for good reason. They all crossed the path of several molas-molas. I am green!
The dives here are quite physical. I solved the problem of the cold by wearing my shorti under the 5mm lent by the center, which allows me to better support the temperature variations in the water, from 22°C to 27°C, on average.
The other parameter is the currents, which are often very powerful, unpredictable and changeable... Fortunately, our dive-masters know the whims of the sea here.
Today, probably because of the full moon, the swell and currents were particularly strong. I did not take a single picture underwater, that's to say! It was impossible to stay on the reef to take a picture of a bug.
The only thing to do, in these conditions, is to go with the underwater "wind", hoping that the drift dive will cross the path of some molas-molas...
Come on, I believe it. Sunfish, it will be tomorrow!!! Maybe...
