Remember the opening scene of “Four Weddings and a Funeral”? My first morning in Bali was very much like that!
My flight from London arrived at Jakarta after 14 long hours and, I swear, they made me disembark, walk about 3km in a huge circle, just to board the exact same plane, at the exact same gate number, for my second flight to Denpasar!
At Denpasar, I was taken the long way round to my hotel by a friendly taxi driver, who was determined to give me the guided tour of Kuta in order to justify his fee, but eventually I arrived at my hotel and collapsed into bed.
I didn’t sleep properly until my alarm went off and then I fell into a deep sleep for a couple of hours, waking at 10am in panic mode… I couldn’t remember if breakfast was until 10 or 10:30, and either way, I was cutting it fine.
In my rush to drag clothes on and get downstairs, I may, or may not have walked into the bathroom door (there was no-one to witness it, so maybe it didn’t happen… I admit nothing!).
Luckily, I made it in time and fresh fruit, yoghurt and lots of coffee brought me round as I watched the rain and planned the rest of my day.