Before I booked my 4D3N sailing trip from Lombok to Komodo, I had doubts.
Four days on a boat? No Wi-Fi? Open sea? Was it really worth it?
But the idea of sailing across Indonesia’s wild eastern islands—of seeing whale sharks, dragons, pink beaches, and sunsets from the deck—was too tempting to ignore.
So, I packed my bag, said goodbye to Lombok, and joined the crew of Sail Komodo.
By the end of the journey, I didn’t just get an answer to my question—I got something far deeper.
We met that morning at the meeting point in Lombok, between 8:30 and 10:30 AM.
Strangers from different parts of the world—solo travelers, couples, a few friends—quietly dragging backpacks and exchanging polite smiles.
After check-in, we drove to Kayangan Harbor in East Lombok, where the wooden phinisi waited.
As soon as the engine started and the coastline faded, I realized: the adventure had begun.
By afternoon, we anchored near Kenawa Island, a place that looked too perfect to be real—white sand, calm turquoise water, and a tiny green hill standing in the middle.
We snorkeled with small fish, laughed over splashes, and watched the sun melt into the horizon from the hilltop.
The wind was gentle, the sea golden.
That night, lying on the deck under a thousand stars, I thought: if this is just day one, I can’t wait for tomorrow.
The sound of the engine woke me before sunrise.
When I climbed up, the sea was glassy, the sky painted orange.
We were heading to Saleh Bay, famous for one thing—whale sharks.
Everyone was silent when we spotted the first one.
A giant shadow moving beneath the water, slow and graceful.
Then another appeared, and another.
We put on our masks and slipped into the water.
There I was—floating inches away from a creature the size of a bus, its body moving like poetry.
It didn’t care who I was or where I came from; it just swam peacefully, as if letting me share a secret moment of the ocean.Back on deck, we couldn’t stop talking about it.
Even the crew smiled knowingly—they’d seen hundreds of whale sharks, but each encounter was still magic.
We entered Komodo National Park before dawn.
The air felt different—heavier, older, like stepping into another world.
At Komodo Island, we met the park rangers and started trekking.
And there they were—the legendary Komodo dragons.
Their slow movements, the flick of their tongues, their ancient eyes—it was humbling.
You don’t just see them; you feel their presence.
Next, we sailed to Pink Beach.
Yes, the sand really is pink.
Tiny crushed corals mix with white grains, glowing under the sunlight.
We swam, laughed, and some played frisbee by the shore.
Then came the most anticipated stop: Padar Island.
We hiked under the afternoon sun, our legs burning, but when we reached the top—
Silence.
Three curved bays spread below us, each a different shade of blue.
It was one of those rare moments when nature leaves you speechless.
We sat there until the sky turned gold and the sea mirrored the colors of fire.
That night, anchored near Kalong Island, thousands of flying foxes crossed the sky at sunset.
It felt surreal—like watching nature’s own fireworks.
The last morning came too soon.
We stopped at Manjarite, a calm spot with clear shallow water where clownfish darted between corals or baby sharks.
Some of us stayed floating for hours, unwilling to leave.
Our final stop was Kelor Island—a small paradise with a short hill hike.
From the top, you could see everything: the blue sea, the distant islands, and our boat, gently swaying.
By the time we reached Labuan Bajo, the sun was already leaning low.
We hugged, exchanged contacts, and promised to meet again someday.
But deep down, we knew this journey was one of those “once in a lifetime” things that stay in your heart forever.
Yes.
Unequivocally, absolutely, yes.
Not because it’s perfect—sometimes the sea gets rough, the showers are small, and you might get a little seasick.
But because it’s real.
You’ll see things that make you quiet inside.
You’ll meet people who start as strangers and end up as friends.
And you’ll remember what it feels like to be disconnected yet more connected than ever—to nature, to others, and to yourself.
Throughout the journey, the Sail Komodo crew were more than guides.
They were storytellers, chefs, safety keepers, and even friends.
They knew when to give space and when to join in with a smile or a joke.Every meal was cooked fresh on board—simple, delicious, and served with genuine care.
Every island stop felt intentional, not rushed.
It didn’t feel like a tour. It felt like a shared adventure.
Sail Komodo doesn’t just take you from Lombok to Flores—they let you live the ocean in between.
When I got back to dry land, I scrolled through my camera roll.
Hundreds of photos—Kenawa sunsets, whale sharks, dragons, pink beaches, and laughing faces.
But none of them could really capture what it felt like out there.
Because some journeys aren’t meant to be explained.
They’re meant to be felt.
And this one—
from Lombok to Komodo, 4 days and 3 nights across Indonesia’s wild east—
is one you’ll never forget.
Want to experience it yourself?
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