Though it started out as merely wanting a change of scenery (and escaping the “boredom” of sitting on the beach in Sengiggi), we were eagerly anticipating a visit to what Harper’s Bazaar called one of the top ten beaches in the world. Part of Beloam’s allure is its extreme isolation – the Tanjung Riggitt peninsula is an unspoiled and undeveloped area of Lombok, which itself is often referred to as the quieter, less crowded version of Bali – what its more popular neighbor was like 30 years ago. The Beloam Beach camp is in fact the only resort on this part of the island.This remoteness meant a long and bumpy ride that had the side benefit of allowing us to see a lot more of the island. Lombok was filled with little farms, each one with their own stand.There were also many little tobacco plantations. Indonesia is famous for its reportedly delicious but dangerously potent cigarettes.When we arrived, we crossed a little vegetated sand dune into an Indonesian paradise.There were 3 or 4 little huts set up for shade, on a wide expanse of the softest sand fronting bright turquoise water. The small restaurant was just off the beach on an elevated platform.The surf was fairly strong, but you can’t beat the setting for a swim…Or for a nap.Given Jesse’s propensity for boredom any time he “relaxed”, we decided to do some exploring and set off on a little trail that led to the Beloam rock stone.The trail climbed up over the cliffs to the South, giving us a nice view of our tiny resort from up high. Our hut is the furthest one to the right.The rock stone is connected via a stone bridge, under which an impressive swell rushed back and forth.We circumnavigated the rock and contemplated diving in for a swim back to the beach (the crashing waves ultimately spooked us off)Jesse made a friend with this crab(shell)we made sure to fill our time with activities – hence a trip to pink beach, so named for the pink sand colored by finely ground red coral.Pink beach faces north, and we had a nice view of Rinjani poking above the clouds.We navigated the small fishing boats as we kayaked to Monkey Island, a tiny island inhabited only by a solitary monkey that the island is named after. It is also a nice place to snorkel.The water was fairly shallow in many places, and crystal clear, letting us see the reef we were paddling over.and next to.We arrived at Monkey Island’s beach in time to see the monkey spot us and then book it before we landed our boats.We conducted a short search for him but he was shy. We sunned on the beach and looked at the pearl farm on the other side.The snorkeling was indeed very nice.There were many territorial clownfish that tried to scare us off…And giant clams (the bright blue dots on the edges are the creature’s eyes)…and a shark! (we didn’t get too close)Our last activity of the stay was evolving our new sitting on shoulders pose to a fully standing one – it took us an afternoon of trial and error, but we nearly perfected it.Our beach time in Indonesia gave us a valuable lesson – the time to boredom for Jesse on a deserted beach was approximately 3 hours. This would be useful information later in the trip.
Sunburned (despite SPF), completely relaxed, and with legs nearly recovered from Rinjani, we were looking forward to returning to some city culture and delicious food in Hong Kong… up next!