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My impressions of Indonesia are perhaps not among the best, I had chosen a difficult time to travel and quickly tired of people's endless attempts to make me pay more than I should (I really don't like bargaining, it was easy in India because the prices seemed fair from the start there, but in Indonesia I felt that I was paying 5 times more).
The volcanoes are spectacular though, and I did run into some lovely helpful and honest people, like my driver and guide on the way to Bromo, who told me a very sad story about his American ex-wife who ran off with their son many years ago. I encountered some enthusiastic young people eager to talk to tourists about traveling and mutual interests such as music and movies, and a laid-back rastafari guide who had traveled Europe and beyond for years, emphasizing that Indonesia was the world's most tolerant Islamic country and that they weren't judgemental of non-Moslems at all.
Traffic in Indonesia is not as bad is in India, I think, but will still be classified as a high risk undertaking by Scandinavians. Apparently motorbikes are very cheap for locals, so everybody has one, and most tourists rent them as well. I haven't been on a motorbike or similar vehicles since I was 18, and I'd like to keep it that way, especially after all the stories I heard and the scars and injuries I saw on people I met. One of my couchsurfing host's friends had recently fallen off one and had some horrendous open sores on her back and shoulder, which would get stuck to linen and clothing and rip open ... 
Overcast, but the beach is still popular, though the locals prefer to dress modestly at the beach I decided to just relax for the rest of my time in Indonesia (I had about 3 or 4 nights in Kuta after Gili). The weather was actually overcast most of that time, so I spent the days in perfect temperature, relaxing in a cafe reading my books with the little restaurant cat on my lap (unfortunately I'd left my camera in the hotel that day). I met up with my Couchsurfing host from Surabaya again and had a great night out with her and her lovely friends, and the next day I joined them at the beach and by their hotel pool. I was really sad to leave them for my late night flight, it felt like we'd known each other for years and I hope very much to see them again some day!
I decided to walk to the airport mainly because of traffic jam and ungodly taxi rates. Besides, it was only around 3 km. Also I didn't want to get money from the ATM just for a short taxi ride. I got a taxi halfway for the rest of my money and was happy I didnt't have heaps of money left to change, but once at the airport it became clear I had to pay a departure tax of around 10 euros, and as I'd spent my emergency euro in order not to go to the ATM (got the best rate in Kuta though, although the money changer tried to cheat me twice, but I saw what he was doing and got all my money! Very sad to see so many locals creating such a bad reputation for their country), so I had to go withdraw some Indonesian money once more, taking a little extra for a nice meal in the airport. After endless waiting for various checks (I think my bag was x-rayed twice and then opened and looked into twice) I discovered that there were no restaurants inside and for my meagre 3,5 euro, which would've bought me a decent meal in Kuta and left me with money for dessert or a beer, only sufficed for a small water bottle and two small packs of chocolate cookies in the kiosk. To top it all I wasn't allowed to bring the water into the aircraft, so I downed half of it quickly (difficult when it's icy cold and you're freezing in the air-con airport ...) and brushed my teeth with the rest as it was night time, after all. I didn't really know how long the flight was (jetstar.com, cheap but good), but I got 3 seats for myself again and slept for an hour or two. Arriving Darwin, Australia at 4 am I decided to take a nap and wait for sunrise. The reluctantly friendly lady at the information desk failed to tell me that there were no buses between 7.30 am and 11 pm, so by the time I woke around 8 am the airport was empty and surprise, surprise, the info desk shut until 12.30 ... I found a girl with whom I shared a cab into the city, this cost me the same as the airport shuttle bus, and ended up staying in the same hostel as her. She tipped me about a cheap second-hand clothes store, where I finally got a pair of shorts for the upcoming hiking in the Australian national parks. 
Beautiful Australian waters, but you cannot swim here because of the box jellyfish and the crocs ...
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