So it's 5am and I've been up since 4. The lucky part means my body kind of still says its 8am Melbourne time so it's actually a sleep in. Seems the humidity helps Luke sleep so that's a bonus. Now we're standing outside watching the sunrise and making Ketut remarks.
Today we're off to Jakarta which means we have to travel to another time zone again. Less than 48 hours in Bali is simply not enough, and I would have loved to stay longer, but we are missing the folks in Jakarta so of we go.
Luke traveled well. We opted to come via Perth to break up the trip. Luke did so well on the flight we were actually annoyed that we had to transit. In true Luke style he charmed all the staff and passengers.
We had never been to Perth and upon arrival I felt very much like Adelaide. The airport is obviously at the dryer end of town, Because as we flew out on a flight full of Bali-bound bogans, the view of Perth was stunning. I really hope to go there for real some day.
I haven't landed as an international passenger in Denpasar for a while. The queue for the Visa on Arrival was huge but I managed to get in the queue quickly. Meanwhile the rest of my Lucky Indonesian family got to jump the queue and go Into the local queue.
I had been standing in line for about two minutes when I realised that Hendrik had my US visa money. Oh crap. So I ran towards the big long queue of foreigners getting their stickers but had no idea where Hendrik had gone. (Luke and Hendrik would have easily been the only Indonesians on the flight)
I panicked. It's funny how good your indonesian gets when you're desperate. I got the attention of one of the officials at the airport and asked him, "pak, pak... Mana antri Indonesia?" (where's the Indonesian line?)
Then the 20 questions started. Why? Oh has your husband got a KITAS? Oh really? Your husbands Indonesian? Why can you speak Indonesian? Why do you need to talk to him? Ok, ok... The lines over there.
Luckily I found them. The only people in the queue. Nice to be Indonesian. I sweet talked the guy stamping their passports and he said I could go back to him later rather than lining up with the other hundreds of my kind.
I went and joined the now massive queue to buy my visa. Granted, they are faster at processing them here than in Jakarta. I went back to the previous man but Hendrik had gone and the room was now full of Indonesians. The nice man called me over and stamped my passport - for free! Better than been offered the 'express' service. Win.
We're staying with my super cool sister in law. Yesterday we went to Kuta to beach walk, which, in my opinion, is the dodgiestly designed place for a place in a hot climate.
I need new shoes as mine have given me blisters already. Bloody heat. But I like it. Win some, loose some. Looking forward to the cooler climate!
