As is usually the case in Lesser Sundanese Island cities, or anywhere with lots of poorly labeled roads, I was in essence driving blind through Mataram, but I managed to make it to the other side where the highway is a near straight-shot to the pier.
The ferry ride was uneventful, except I made a friend who offered to drive my scooter into Padang Bai with myself as passenger "in case your license is expired, or something". I hadn't realized that they check for license and registration going into Padang Bai as well as out, and the offer was a windfall for me. Safely on the other side of scooter immigration, I located my hostel (I had mistakenly booked a different hostel than last time, Lemon House), washed up, and went to visit my friends on the eastern peninsula again. Only Ketut (the "uncle") was there to greet me, and I had dinner there before turning in for the night.
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| From La Boheme Lombok that morning... |
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| ...to the steps leading up to Lemon House, 125 km away as the scooter and ferry travels |
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