  We were up early to get the ferry back to Nusa Lembongan as it leaves at 8am. However, Lisa had a little problem with the ATM in the Circle K as the power went off and ate her card! She was not pleased obviously and threatened the manager with her wrath (which is trouser-fillingly intimidating). Thankfully, Made, the guy who we hired the jeep from, had already offered to give us a lift to the ferry and he also took it upon himself to sort out Lisa's Debit Crad by the time we got back as well. He really is one the nicest guys I've met! We still managed to catch the ferry in time. On the journey we met two Dutch brothers from Curacao (Dan and Klass-Jan) and another dutch guy called Itai (who was a bit freaky to tell the truth - always beware a man with uncontrollable eyebrows!). When we arrived at Lembongan, the tide was very high so it was a bit tricky to get off the boat without getting soaked! One french woman was crying until her husband came and carried her to the beach which which made me thankful that Lisa isn't a pain in the arse like that!
We opted to spend the day drinking ourselves into a bit of a stupour and we were successful in our mission. Lisa was worst off because she felt she had something to prove, as she was the only woman in the group. The locals called her Mrs Bintang for the rest of our stay. We stayed at Lembongan Bungalows where Danny welcomed us and gave us a bungalow which a great view over the beach(I went to his 50th Birthday party when I was here before). We also met up with Glen again as he was staying there but he left the next day. The next day was spent nursing hangovers and eating really well. We went to the Sukanusa restaurant and we booked a dive for the 4 of us (Me, Lisa, Dan and KJ) at 20 pound each for 2 dives!
However, as the dutch brothers had a fishing expedition the next day, we postponed it until the day after. Another lazy day followed but with a difference - I was slowly being poisoned by the locals! I had nothing but bad food all day and my stomach was churning through most of the day. Just before sunset, we all decided to go out to the shipwreck as it was low tide and easily reached in a pair of flip flops (the water was only knee high at most).
We all had a really good time as there was lots of wildlife seen on the journey and the locals were still farming the seaweed until darkness fell. The shipwreck was impressive to see and we got there as the sun was just setting so there were some spectacular photos. The walk back in the dark was a little bit treacherous though. You see - the things with night-time is that it's black. And the thing with spiky sea urchins is that they're also black. Thankfully, no-one stepped on them.
The following day was not a good day in the kingdom of my bowels. We had a dive planned and I was suffering from another bout of the dreaded Bali Belly! While everyone was getting kitted up for the dive, I had my head in my hands trying desperately hard not to shit myself. The trouble is that I'm a stubborn bastard as I have Potter blood in my veins so I was adamant that I was going to do the dive. I shouldn't have because I was a liability and a miserable sod as well! On the boat on the way out I was feeling worse so I had what some professionals would call, A Tactical Chunder. I was sick over the side of the boat and I felt a hell of a lot better after that and I even had the energy to do the dives.
The dives were spectacular and I saw many new creatures including a stingray, trumpet-fish, another turtle and a whitetip reef shark! I was very lucky as the others didn't see it. The only trouble was that I did shit myself underwater which was quite uncomfortable and I was a shit underwater "buddy" to Lisa and I am still feeling the shame for my lack of scruples under the water that day.
I was basically a shell of my former self for the following few days as I had (gasp! ) lost my appetite and was generally miserable as is usually the case when a man is ill. I drank a lot of green tea. I watched Fahrenheit 9/11 (which was truly shocking and brilliantly made) and read my book as there wasn't much else for me do that wouldn't make me cry like a schoolgirl. My next update will be my departure from Indonesia and my arrival in Brisbane. But I promise that it will be in the next couple of days and not weeks! 
