USA- A fresh start

So, me and my pals I met in New Zealand all went to Indonesia, more specifically lombok, for a couple of weeks of sun sea and other thing to blow off some steam before we all headed to south east Asia. I remember the 5 of us sitting in our hostel room about an hour after we'd arrived in the town of sengiggi, thinking about how to occupy ourselves for the next few days. Since we read about it, Me and Emma wanted to visit the sendang gile waterfall. We'd both seen an article in the national geographic and it looked stunning. When we described it to meg, Nicki and mel, they were all in. As expected. To occupy the night, we decided to head out into the centre to find a local bar with some karaoke and we found this secluded bar just outside the main strip, completely empty so we headed in and made the place our own. I remember us all ripping up the chorus of mr brightside and never feeling more comfortable around friends. It was overwhelmingly special. These people felt like family. That was important considering what happened the following day.

As mentioned before, we headed out about 9:30 after breakfast to see the sendang gile waterfall on mopeds. We rode along this beautiful tropic coastline, stopping occasionally to take photos and buy bands for roughly 4 hours until we reached the park for the falls. Stopping for some noodles and conversion with the park 'owner' who kept hitting on Emma, the 6ft0 Swedish bombshell. Fair play to the man, at least he tried. After looking and bathing in the sendang it was time to head back (Meg was getting restless). For some reason, we were almost flying on mopeds to try and get back before nightfall. Coming through another petrol station (a poorly built house with jerry cans of petrol on unsteady shelves) and we heard a smash, the unmistakable sound of metal on rubble. We looked behind to see Emma sat with a rip in her market dress she bought yesterday and injuries on her lip, elbows and ankles which would require 4 stitches. Looking back on everything that happened after that, the crowds of people that surrounded, driving to the edge of both my life and the mopeds and listening to Emma screaming out for family and watching so much pure fear run through her that everyone could feel it, it brought us closer together. The next few days, me and Emma stayed together whilst the others all went to the gili Islands to continue their lives. Those horrific events highlight why travelling is so important to me. It's awesome!