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Four days already, I'm in Nusa Lembongan, a small island southeast of Bali. Atmosphere very peaceful, as I like, here again ...
There are some surfers and divers to cross the Strait from Sanur in Bali. But we are not in a very tourist area, far from it.
The locals are algae growers. The cove of the village of Jungut Batu, protected by the reef or rumbling waves, is actually made of seaweed fields, which form a dark mosaic under the turquoise blue water.
On the sand, between the bungalows that welcome tourists, the seaweed dries, giving off an indefinable smell, a little acrid.
We get used to it very quickly. The women carry from the shore to the beach large baskets filled with red or green algae, poised on their heads.
I like this island for that: the beaches are not really tourist beaches. Those who come here for the pleasures of swimming and sunbathing are a little disappointed.
Me, I do not care, since I am always in the water with the dives, and I take the sun to warm me 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 neighboring island of Nusa Penida.
I have a crush on Dream Beach (opposite), with its rocks, its rolls off, 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 shredded by the sea.
The stone is sharp, transformed into rocky lace by the surf. There are large holes, some filled with water, others forming corridors where the big waves come from the sea.
The water is reflected in height, with strong spray. It's impressive, a little scary. We feel at the end of the world, on these cliffs plunging into 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 get me on a motorcycle, so I just had to put my bags and join the family, part of the dive at Mushroom Bay.
Nice afternoon, followed by an aperitif and a small food together at night, facing the sea, as we had planned!
I dive every day, with the excellent center World Diving (which I recommend in passing), hoping to approach the famous molas-molas, the moonfish. Lembongan is one of the few places where you can observe them.
Today, no luck ... My team is the only one not to have met them. The other groups of divers came back excited on the boat, and for good reason. They all crossed the road of several molas-molas. I am green!
The dives here are pretty physical. I solved the problem of cold by wearing my shorti under the 5mm lent by the center, which allows me to better withstand the temperature variations in water, from 22 ° C to 27 ° C, on average.
The other parameter is the currents, often very powerful, unpredictable, changing ... Fortunately, our dive-masters thoroughly know the vagaries 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 under water, that's saying! Impossible to stay hooked on the reef to immortalize a beast.
The only thing to do, under these conditions, is to spin with the "wind" underwater, hoping that the drift dive will cross the road of some molas-molas ...
Come on, I believe it. Moonfish will be for tomorrow! ! ! Perhaps…