|Blue sky ... nice sand ...|
you get the idea.
We had our evening scrabble game interrupted by a honking dive boat that returned to claim its unmarked mooring ball ... well after dark. This could have ended in confrontation as they insisted we move (even though it was dark and we told them we wouldn't be able to safely put down an anchor), but we negotiated beautifully. We had them find us a new, available mooring that was close by, pick it up with their RIB, pass a line through it and hand it over to us when we moved Popeye. The relocation went smoothly, with them checking in on us 30 minutes afterwards and also the next day.
|Great anchorage, but ...|
|We were eventually offered some fish|
from one of our visitors
We woke to calls from the stern of the boat, as fishermen had arrived to get their morning packs of cigarettes. We quickly pulled up anchor and I vowed we would make our way across Sumbawa without interacting with any more locals on this island.