Traveling, writing and living around the world
It was hot, the kind of hot that makes you pray you be instantly teleported to a tundra somewhere in the Arctic stark naked. It was 5 p.m., and still the sun beat down on us without any mercy, watched us wince and squirm with uneasiness as we listened to the Komodo National Park Rangers give us a small briefing on the trekking options.
Forty of more backpackers stood on the deck, our names being called out like we were being assigned teams at recess.
I immediately regretted our decision.
There were constantly whispers about Gili T of the Komodo boat trip from Lombok to Flores, and every so often I would come across a traveler who had done it or known someone who did it or just wanted to give it a try. I heard a million and one “It’s amazing!” remarks, but I heard very little about the actual boat itself.
