Monday was as quiet as a church mouse creeping around a deserted belfry. We had decided to have a day of rest and that is exactly what we did. A late breakfast followed by a swim at the pool, a beer and some lunch on our balcony and a trip to the beach, all of four hundred yards away for a swim and a sunbathe. We watched the sun go down again, whilst we supped a beer on the beach and then made our way to Yesse's cafe for our last meal in Lombok.
Lombok is apparently like Bali was thirty years ago,it strikes me that it is very poor and a large number of people are subsisting, farming looks like hard work with little mechanisation and is heavily reliant on rice. Housing looks to be of a poor standard with many being little more than huts. However, the people are very friendly and always seem to be smiling. It certainly is very beautiful and I hope that tourism is introduced responsibly so as not to destroy what they have.
After our meal we were returned to the hotel. Our host's main concern was that we gave him a good review on Trip Advisor, maybe these companies will soon rule the way in which we all think and act.
Our return to our room was marked by feverish activity as we packed ready to move on Tuesday morning. This time to avoid the excess baggage fee we had had to pay on the way out, we packed a lot more heavy stuff into our rucksacks, careful planning being the key. It did mean however a complete rethink about where everything was packed.
Careful packing on a trip like this is essential and you clearly need a master packer like Rosemarie to ensure that all goes smoothly. This does not negate however, the fact that we still need to send more stuff home, cue another trip to a post office.

Tuesday dawned early , in fact a little bit too early for me, as it had been decreed that we needed to be up by 6.00am. We were in breakfast at 7.00 and ready to be picked up at 8.00. Our guide was waiting for us and the whole situation was marred when I asked him if he had our money, that is, the money we had spent to alter the tickets, he mumbled that his company had said he had to pay it out of his own pocket and that they would reimburse him the following month. He was clearly not happy and made no offer to give us any cash. Thus this 174000 Rupiahs became a matter of principle. He drove us very quickly to the airport  and kept looking at his watch, both of us thought he had a better paid engagement elsewhere. At the airport he offered me a 100000 Rupiahs but I said, rather bravely I felt, that we wouldn't settle for less than 150000, which we agreed on. I told him he could keep the remaining 24000 as a tip, this sounds fairly generous doesn't it? But in effect we were offering him less than £2.

Our passage through the airport was almost faultless until we came to check in our cases, our careful planning and Rosemarie's masterly skill had ensured that they were under the required 40 kilos. Imagine our shock,horror and consternation, when the check in girl told us that they were overweight. Rosemarie , gave her a quick verbal volley and she ran off over the conveyor belt to find a book to check her facts. She soon returned however to tell us that there was no problem and that we would be fine. Another apoplexy averted.