Or finding a carrier that doesn't have this crazy midnight flight.
Today/tonight's blog comes from flight DJ 4105. It has been a long day. The sun is just coming up. My iPhone lock, still on Jakarta time says 1:27. That means its 5:27 in Melbourne.
Today, or should I say yesterday, started at 4am with a little boy who refused to sleep. I'm very grateful for my early-bird mother in law who kindly took Luke so we could get some rest.
We decided to do this the cheap way. We got return flights on Virgin (on the way via Perth) to Denpasar, and then AirAsia to Jakarta.
All seemed to go well on the way (apart from being slugged with a rp 60.000 late fee on AirAsia, and my wallowing 'ohhhhh kasihani aku pak... Saya bawa bayi' totally didn't work and made me look like a fool.) but I think when you go TO your destination you're full of excitement. Then when coming home, the realities of work and chores are faced... And then there's the midnight flight.
I'm unimpressed with AirAsia - I have to pay for Luke on a domestic flight, yet he isn't entitled to any extra carry on (every other airline he was). As Hendrik took shirts out of his luggage to make it less than 20kg, I opened up my little shpheel in frustration about how the heck I am supposed to accommodate for my babies needs. My indonesian seems to be better when I'm angry.
The flight was delayed for over an hour. A good 40 minutes of that sitting on the Tarmac. Coming down was painful, I haven't been well in the last few days - which meant my ears felt like they were going to drop off. This is probably because altitude changes pretty dramatically when you fly to Denpasar as the airport is on sea level. I had had my teeth cleaned in the morning at the dentist, and they ached like crazy! It's safe to say Luke and I were both in tears.
I was almost relieved to get on Virgin, which is strange. There's nothing wrong with them - other than they don't fly to Jakarta! It just felt like there was a sense of efficiency, unlike the queue upon queue at Denpasar airport. That said Im lucky I can jump the queue because my son is Indonesian, so we get to go in the Indonesian line, not with the hundreds of tourists (I Fred to know what the airport is like at peak season!)
It was also a relief to be around Australians, that don't ask why my baby cries!
Anyway, the sun is coming up. I'm going to catch some Zs while I can.
I know this blog makes me sound like i hate indonesia, i don't. I just miss the efficiency of things At home (hope im not speaking too soon). Particularly with a young baby in tow. God has taught me so much about patience since being here. Flying with Luke has definitely conquered my fear of flying.
I'm coming, Melbourne.
(flight mode, upload when I touch down)
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