The day began like any chaotic last day at a house when
you’re moving by plane. 2.5 hours of sleep, one last unintentionally cold
shower (how was I to know we used all of the hot water the day before!) while
trying to scrub all of the soap scum off of the shower, multiple trips to the
garbage in between sips of coffee, one final check of the house, and then 20
minutes late, we leave for the airport with our friend Tania.
We get to the airport, and we go to weight our glamp-packs.
These aren’t just backpacks. Oh no – these are top of the line roller suitcases
that convert into backpacks with a detachable daypack. We have happily ignored
everything our forum and friends have told us about packing too much stuff. BUT
WE MIGHT NEED THAT! I’m still convinced that we might need that. So when I say
‘mark my words,’ please refer to Day 1.
As we exhaustively walked towards the gate, we suddenly saw a
friend of ours, Sarah, waiting to board the exact same flight. What a surprise?
We chatted for a bit, boarded, said our adieus, and went to sleep. This is
basically how we spend the rest of our day. Sleep for 1.5 hours. Freeze cause
the cabin temp is way too cold. Wake up, chat, eat. Sleep for 1.5 hours now the
cabin temperature is better. Wake up due to a cacophony of talkative babies;
Land. Get to the hotel, which our friend Sarah has kindly volunteered her
hotel’s driver to help us do. Go to sleep for 1.5 hours.
Note: It’s now 6 p.m. in Indonesia. We've seen nothing.
We finally get out of the hotel and go for a 25 minute walk
to get towards Kuta, which is as Lonely Planet describes it, a ghetto of
Australia. It is really nothing to write home about, so I won’t!
Back to the hotel, movie, Indonesia chips, more sleep.
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