Call time was 8.30am, so we were up at 7am as the sun had already come up and woken us - another downside of a weaved bamboo wall. We got dressed, packed the last of our things and then went downstairs for breakfast, meeting Boots by the taxi that had arrived super early.

Breakfast was two pancakes this morning and I'd asked for a cup of hot water for my sachet of Nestlé coffee. There was no way I was going to agree ti another cup of tar today. Boots followed me to the restaurant area and sat on my lap while we ate; she managed to sneak in a nibble of my pancake - I cut that section off and gave it to her on the floor. No cat of mine had ever done that. Or dared, should I rather say. She tried to climb back up again, but I moved her to the empty chair next to us; she was having none of it and move back onto my lap and got comfy for a short catnap. I was going to miss this furry feline, even if she was a food thief.
 
We finished our breakfast and climbed into our taxi; the owner of our accommodation had agreed that we would pay our taxi driver the full amount we owed to him. This was in the region of 1.75 million Rupiah for two taxis and accommodation and food. He handed over a receipt with two pages on it and told us that was part of the payment we needed to make to the taxi driver, once we found an ATM that worked.
 
It was going to be a four hour ride to Kuta in Southern Lombok, so we got comfortable and I got my MP3 player out and started listening to some music. The taxi driver stopped off at all the ATMs we'd been at a few days earlier; it turned out that none of them worked again, but he seemed too not worried, as there were apparently more along the way to our destination.
 
About two hours into the journey, we stopped at a strip of ATMs again; Edd move from ATM to ATM, but kept getting the same result. I suggested to him that he transfer some money into my account and I try and withdraw it. The ATMs that kept declining his transaction, had VISA signs, therefore they should have worked in theory. The fact that they weren't working, lead me to believe that there was something wrong with his card. Luckily he still had access to his account online and we had 3G, so if my plan did not work, I could always transfer it back. He transferred the money into my account and I got my card and went to try and draw it from the first bank that had declined his transaction in a few days earlier. The transaction was successful, there was clearly something wrong with his card; I withdrew another maximum amount, so we had enough money for the rest of our stay, and got back in the car and gave Edd my victory.
 
We totalled up the amount owed and Edd wanted to pay the driver; he called the owner of our accommodation, who confirmed our amount, but the driver didn’t have the change with him immediately, so we said we’d wait until he had some change. (Never hand over money until you see your change, no matter how nice people seem). We continued on our journey and a woman he’d picked to drive down with him, had been totalling and retotalling, for about half an hour. She then gave the 2 receipts to the driver and he sat and totalled the figures on his phone, while driving. They kept coming up with a different amount, because they’d press clear, but it would clear the screen, not the sum. So every time they started again, their ‘new’ calculation was getting added to the old calculation. They ended up with a figure over 18 million rupiah. She showed us the new total and my immediate reaction was ‘that’s not even logical!’ It was the equivalent to 1 + 1 = 18. I mumbled something along the lines of me needing to come teach in Indonesia, so people could do basic math. Unfortunately I had not topped up my ‘patience for stupid' tank and was fresh out. Edd took over to avoid carnage.
 
We got to our new accommodation: La Bangkat (where do people come up with these names? The previous place was called Rinjani Lighthouse, but who needs a lighthouse in the middle of the mountains?!) We paid the right amount, a mere fraction of their horrendous attempt at totalling. I cannot deal. Moving on.
 
A friendly man showed us our room, overlooking the swimming pool and paddie fields. It had cute little balcony with a pink hammock (they obviously knew I was coming) and an outside bathroom with a shower, but no hot water. (By outside, I mean it was an en suite, but there was no roof over it). The toilet was also situated beneath a window, which was mirrored on the next wall of our room, overlooking the pool. This meant that if you did not close at least 1 set of curtains, everyone could watch you on the throne. Hilarious!
 
We unpacked a few bits and put our costumes on; it was time for a swim. Edd had asked for a wifi password, but apparently it wasn’t working. He had managed to find 2 fabulous places to stay in Lombok, but also selected the 2 with dodgy wifi. Sigh. I sat and blogged for while on the pink hammock, also getting well acquainted with the new resident cat. (This one I’ve named Squeak, cos she doesn’t meow, she squeaks like a kids toy, even Edd asked if it was really the cat making that noise).
 
We had an afternoon nap, or tried - the kid next door to us was ‘finished’ on the toilet, but mum was lying on the hammock on her phone, oblivious to his current empty-colonic state. We however, knew that he’d been done for a while when she finally decided to go and do her mothering duties.
 
We got dressed at around 5.30pm and made our way into town, deciding to walk instead of rent a bike - I felt like an evening stroll. We spotted a small shop that sold alcohol and clocked it for future reference, we were coming to the end of our holiday and the end of our budget, we needed to figure out if gin was on or off the cards.
 
We found a cute little restaurant that had 2-4-1 cocktails and decided to partake in the offer. We ordered a drink Edd quite liked and then sat on their wifi for a while. The while turned into 50 minutes later, and our cocktails finally appeared; our food arrived 10 minutes after that. Don’t come hungry or thirsty, thats for sure.
 
On the up side, the food was amazing and the cocktails weren’t too bad either, which was surprising. We finished, paid and made our way back to the guest house / bungalows / homestay type effort. It was 8.30pm when we switched the lights off - I was exhausted an needed to get to sleep, Edd read the news on his phone for a while. We noticed that the lightbulb in the ceiling was flickering and I got up to check if it was still on, but had blown. It turned out it was dodgy wiring and had to be removed to stop it; the ceiling was too high though, so I was going to have to suck it up tonight and hide under the covers instead.