Travel reports from Indonesia

Ojang, Surferboys and the weddings

Wild and free

Lombok had been in my mind's eye for a while now. Three and a half years ago, I had been lying on the beach of Gili Trawangan, looking longingly at the island crowned by the Rinjani volcanic massif. But my journey was nearing its end. It was like so often: I had to go back, even though I wanted to see so much more, and vowed to come back.