I woke up with bad stomach pains and I was still really tired, even though I'd slept all night (flickering light or not). Edd had woken up at 3am as the mosque close to us was singing/chanting/reading the Qur'an. We weren't sure why it was being read at 3am, as it hadn't been done the past 2 nights; we were going to have to investigate.

Edd put on a shirt that desperately needed a wash, but he was going for a hair cut, so he didn't want to wear something clean and get it full of tiny, scratchy hairs. The owner of La Bangkat said he knew of a barber and would take Edd to him (initially we thought he was going to cut Edd's hair, that was going to be interesting). We followed him on his moped to a barber on one of the main streets, just down the road from us, but it was closed.

Apparetnly, because it was Ramadan, shops were open and closed at different times of the day (we're still not sure if this is due to praying or sleeping, like they do in the middle east). We'd enquired a few days earlier at the Lighthouse accommodation as to whether or not we'd be able to get food during the day; we were assured that it was business as usual and not all muslims in the island fasted. The ones that climbed Mount Rinjani, did not fast while they were doing so, the 'saved' their non-fasted days for after Ramadan and did it at other times in the year.

We thanked the owner for showing us where to go and deiced to scout around a bit for a potential place to eat (I was starving, the result of eating 3 meals a day and then going back to 2). Edd spotted another barber down a different street, which was open and parked the moped to get his hair cut (his hair is extremely thick and grows like weeds, so needs to be cut frequently, if only I had the same issue).

The guy that quoted him a price went and fetched the barber; he turned up with a little material bag full of accessories and Edd selected the number 3 razor top for the sides of his head, opting for the scissors on top.

The barber put a purple cape on him, which was quite fetching, and then proceeded to wet his hair with water, put into an old Mr Muscle spray gun. Even if the haircut was a disaster, at least he'd be disinfected and lemon fresh.

I was so hungry, halfway through the haircut I announced that he looked great, lets go find some food. Edd was not impressed, in his opinion, it was one of the not-so-great haircuts he'd had over the past 4 months. It wasn't a mullet, but it wasn't rock start amazing either. I personally thought it was find, hunger aside; he figured it would last until we got to Australia and then he'd find a barber there that would do a better job. It would also cost more than 70p, so you can only go up from there really.

He was finally done and we went back to the restaurant we'd eaten at the night before. The food was good and cheap, why substitute a winning combination? We both ordered chicken burgers and a Sprite to share; Edd went back to our guest house to fetch our phones so we could try and get more data on them (we were running out) I was about to start eating my own arm when our food arrived. They were delicious and coated in mayonnaise.

We finished our meals and went back to the minimart to get a data top up. It turned out there was something wrong with Edd's sim card and it wouldn't let him add any more data, (it had expired or something, but was still working. We're not sure if the girls behind the counter really knew what they were doing) we managed to load data onto my phone and decided that we'd switch my hotspot on, for him to use the data pack, when his phone finally ran out of credit. I had started feeling worse and needed to get back to our guest house for a lie down.

I woke up at around 4pm and went for a swim with Edd. The weather hadn't been that great all day, but the sun was sneaking through the clouds every now and then, so we caught a few of the last rays of the day. We asked the owner to assist in removing the flickering light bulb from the ceiling, it took 3 men to get it out as the ceilings were very high - the owner sat on the chair, while one of his staff climbed on to the back of it and held on to Edd, while he reached up and removed it. It was a very entertain sight.

Edd went to the store to get tonic (3000 rupiah cheaper than our guest house was offering it for) and we sat on our little balcony playing rummy. I had announced that I did not feel up for going to a restaurant in the little village for dinner, so we ordered curries from our guest house restaurant and sat on the balcony eating there instead.

The owner of our guest house chatted to us for a short while, explaining that the mosque readings at 3am would continue for the entire month; he apologised for the noise, but said he had tried to build the rooms with extra sound protection for these occasions. He was quite an interesting man, the local we'd met in all our travels to have lived and worked abroad; he was apparently an amazing chef (being the cook in the guest house) and had worked in the Middle East, New Zealand America. He built the guest house out of the money he'd earned abroad and now focused his attention on it and his new family (he and his wife had a 6 month old baby).

He said goodnight and we went to bed at around 9pm. I had slept the whole day, but was still feeling off and needed another good nights rest.