I wanted to thanks Mylène for the interview. Braving the risk of storm growing up seriously, we went out for a drink in a fancy hotel facing the sea, few minutes by walk from our hostel. Yes, there is fancy fancy hotels in Nusa Lembogan. Maybe… Two or three. But still.

  
We sat on the long chairs, our dresses and drinks getting blew up by the raging wind, we just wanted to admire the thunder lights from the shore. We ended up spending our time trying to see behind the curtain of our whipping hair.

You feel isolated on an island. Specially a small one with no hospitals. I always pray for my protecting star when I step in a recluded place not to have any accident. Emergencies are far… Too far. When the sky is angry and send some electric light balls, you feel small, tiny. Even if you are positive, a part of you is always whispering “and if…” When elements are forbidding any boat escape.

When the clouds disgorged their overflow of water, the violence of the drops on the grounds reminds you to feel humble in front of Mother Nature. Enjoying but terrified at the same time by the stormy symphony, we noticed the strings of the Palm tree, the big tambour of the thunderstorms and the brass of the rain. We were slowly opening our ears to another kind of song.

A big fat storm is always good to give you goosebumps and few pics of adrenaline!