It was still dark when we woke up and had our cup of coffee, before we up-anchored. We just had finished our coffee when the Canoe-Boat quietly, nearly soundless, made its way to the Entrance of the Bay. When he arrived in the strong currant of the Bay-Entrance, he cranked up the engine to make it around the Point. Grant and I were watching him all the way, astonished by the politeness he had towards the "western peoples' sleep". Then we started our Engine to wake up our Neighbours! And off we went. Along the way, other Rally-Boats joined our little Convoy. They followed us until the town of Kilo, where Our Reflections, Ukulele Lady and us decided to keep going through the night. We followed Ukulele Lady to Gili Air, whilst Our Reflections went straight to Medana Bay (Lombok). Grant was asleep, when we arrived at Gili Air. I watched Ukulele Lady anchoring in a jam-packed Bay. I kept bobbling in front of the Entrance and woke Grant up, to decide if we are going to anchor. Grant really was not feeling the Vibe of the Place, so I turned around to go to Medana Bay and catch up with Goeff and Lynne of Miranda 1. Ukulele Lady called us up the next day, they wanted to invite us for a drink in Gili, but before they could grab the radio I had already turned around. Ukulele Lady reckoned it was a good call, since they had no good sleep due to the Party Boats rushing past.