We sit at the end of the pier. The steady ripple of the waves below us is interrupted only by the occasional scooter buzzing across the nearby Bangsal harbour. It’s dark, and the mountain and the ocean feel close.
Bangsal is an asset and a gate, the gate of North Lombok tourism towards the Three Gili. In a single day, hundreds of millions could be obtained. Well, if this is not managed properly, then we would become the spectators in Bangsal.