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Yes... I am in a melancholic mood tonight. I leave Nusa Lembongan to go back to Kuta, Bali, tomorrow. The return is coming.
(This article is actually posted with 24 hours late, small worries of internet connection since Lembongan ...)
Ultimate Sunset on Jungut Batu Beach
I console myself with a beautiful sunset on the bay of Jungut Batu.
I walk along the beach, between the kids who play kite or soccer. The tireless seaweed farmers of Nusa Lembongan continue their comings and goings until dusk, loaded with their large baskets of waterlogged sea grass.
The horizon has cleared. This evening, we can even see the volcanoes of Bali.
I will miss her, this beach ...
And then the smell of incense in the morning and evening, at the time of the offerings. And then the gecko's clucking in the middle of the night. And the strange arrangement of the stars in the immense sky, and the Moon, which takes here the shape of a boat and not of a crescent when it decreases. (Sigh...)
I was again spoiled today, in terms of diving.
Made is my dive-master for my last day and he is good at finding the big beasts appreciated by divers. He and I are the only ones on the boat who have managed to say hello to a mola mola, !!!
We will still have to wait about forty minutes under water before we can see it.
But we have something to occupy ourselves in the meantime: anemone shrimps here, moray eels there, and even a small snake hunting in the corals.
And then, when the bubbles of the other divers go away, when the last groups of divers start to go up, we stay.
Suspended in the blue, balanced by the surf, we wait at the end of the reef, quietly.
Made turns suddenly to me, widens his eyes, makes me the famous gesture that he and the other dive-masters love to do at the time of the group photos ...
The big sunfish suddenly emerges from the blue fog, completes its flight, just for us, propelled by its powerful fins. Then returns, a little quickly, from where it comes.
But still... What a nice gift for my last splash at Crystal Bay!
Walk in Nusa Ceningan
Yesterday, I overcame my siestal mood after the dives to go for a little ride on my motorcycle on Nusa Ceningan, the neighboring island, which is reached by a yellow scrap bridge.
The bridge is narrow, you have to give way.
We roll on wooden slats that make a funny noise under the wheels of the bike. There are even some missing, but it goes ...
On the other side, superb view on the strait, surveyed by the seaweed farmers at low tide. In the distance, the waves roar.
I go to the tip of Ceningan, to admire the sea.
She really does the big back, here, as in the song. There are cliffs on this side of the island that make you dizzy...
We see huge waves breaking, coming from the open sea. And it is always spectacular to observe the back of the wave which swells, disproportionately, until the moment when it crashes on the rock.
In a cove called Blue Bay, not far from there, the water takes on translucent colors and bubbles up with great noise, surrounded by impassable cliffs.
Along the small road that runs along the strait between the two islands, kids play guide for the passing pale faces. "Beautiful view, this way!" And they don't forget to ask for their "tip" after the pictures of the panorama...
Bah. I'll play along. They do know the best viewpoints. And the two kids who escort me are nice as anything. The older one even does pretty well in English. He says he wants to continue studying languages.
The strait between Nusa Ceningan and Nusa Lembongan changes aspect from one tide to another. It is splendid...
I end the evening facing the sea and the pink sky, with a tasty balinese curry washed down with a Bintang at Linda's.
No more dives, no more sunsets on Jungut Batu. It is tenacious, this melancholy of before the departure... 🙄