Word of the Day: lines
Notable / Highlight of the Day: Another bittersweet goodbye with Julie and Stu. I managed to wake up late too, so we only had 20 minutes for tea on the balcony until we had to push-off for the airport. I do really enjoy spending time with them and was so thankful to get to enjoy the holidays with them.
Airport checkin was a little bumpy because I couldn’t use the kiosk check-in and they sent me to the longest line ever that only had one person helping everyone. I started getting nervous when there was 30 minutes until boarding, so I stepped out of line and got into the really short one…and it worked like a charm.
I was randomly assigned an exit row seat which was a pleasant surprise. And about 20 minutes into the flight, a very very tall guy asked the flight attendant, who happened to be passing out meals next to me, to help him locate a seat he could fit in.
I went back to use the rest room and on my way found him folded into an empty row. I offered to swap seats with him, but he declined. As I was heading back to my seat the flight got a bit bumpy, and so I slid into the aisle seat in his row while waiting for the flight attendants to pass with the meal cart.
And it was such a good choice because we ended up chatting for the remainder of the three hour flight. His name is Dave and he’s a law student/model in Singapore. He’s very focused on international law and human rights and has done quite a bit of traveling. We talked about supreme court justices, gay rights including marriage equality, Trump, travel experiences, and exes.
Our landing was delayed because the Indonesian president was flying out of Denpasar, so what should have been a 1:20 wheels down was nearly 2pm. I said goodbye and told Dave to be in touch if he ever made it to the states.
I got in the tediously long immigration line, but since I’m going to be in Indonesia for more than a month, I needed to buy a Visa on Arrival. When it was my turn I walked up to the immigration officer and let him know, and he sent me back to the pay station and told me I had to wait in a different line.
Contrary to my google search, Denpasar Immigration for Visas on Arrival accepts currency from the US, most European countries (Euros, Pounds, Swiss francs) and a number of Asian countries, including Singapore. Lucky me as I only have $20 US bucks on me.
I then got back into a much shorter line and was approved to stay up to 60 days in Indonesia, which is a good thing because I have a lot of surfing/diving/hiking to do here.
The ride to Kima surf camp was very trafficy. But, I arrived after a while and got a quick tour, dropped my bags, got my pre-surfing tutorial, and then went to find an ATM.
Well, maybe 7 ATM’s because I had to pay for my week stay/camp and all the ATM’s were only spitting out $1 million Rupiah, which sounds like a lot, but it’s worth approximately $73 dollars.
I collected money, settled up my bill, and finally was ready to eat dinner and settle in for a swim and then a read.
I jumped into the pool, and looked around to realize that I was the only woman there. The guys were very quick to introduce themselves and chat me up. But I was beat and it started pouring, so I hopped out along with everyone else and read for a bit until my roommate came in. We chatted for a while and he showed me his huge cut that was keeping him dry for a few days.
Claudia also came in a short while later and we all chatted for a while but she needed to eat and he wanted a drink. I was going to join them, but ended up falling asleep for the night.
Current Location: Singapore to Bali, Indonesia
Cost of Tea: included
Miles Traveled: 1500 miles
Dollars Spent Today: $400 for 8 days of surf camp
Mood Emoji: ☹️😩🙂🚐🥗🛌