On Bali...
5.30am on the dark streets of Jakarta heading back to Gambir station where hopefully I can get a bus direct to the airport. The flight is at 10am, but catch the motorway jams it there may be no flight at all according to research so the early start was a piece of strategic planning and seems to be paying off. Busy, but no jams and the bus journey is only 40 minutes, oh and another￡1.50.
At 37,000 feet with a cup of tea for ￡1 and on the way to Bali, should be there in 1 hour 15 minutes so just sit back and grab a nap for the next hour. Seat belt signs on as the plane begins to rock and slide around quite a bit as the sky suddenly turns into various shades of dark gray. It's a squally rain shower I think, looking ahead as the planes turns to avoid the worst of it.
But soon down in one piece with the wind and rain lashing against the aircraft window - oh we'll, might get a little wet leaving the plane!
Domestic arrivals is a quick process actually and soon out of the place. Now I need to find some diggs, just for 1 night since my connecting flight to Lombok isn't leaving until tomorrow afternoon. That gives me a little time to spend at the beach which happens to be by the runway and a guesthouse shouldn't be hard to find around here. So, a hike out of the airport and almost immediately into the Kuta town via a series of alleyways and the drizzle has ceased, good.
Actually not that many cheap options around, but then I am close to the beach I suppose. ￡10 will do, for 1 night and the place here is smart. Has aircon, Tv, wifi and a new coat of paint - yes, nice place. So, until the next flight tomorrow it's eat, beach, eat and bed, not necessarily in that order. Actually an expensive change of plan - its when the perspective of a place completly changes at night and Ijust could not remember where the guesthouse was, not until day light again...that story when I get back to the UK...
5.30am on the dark streets of Jakarta heading back to Gambir station where hopefully I can get a bus direct to the airport. The flight is at 10am, but catch the motorway jams it there may be no flight at all according to research so the early start was a piece of strategic planning and seems to be paying off. Busy, but no jams and the bus journey is only 40 minutes, oh and another￡1.50.
At 37,000 feet with a cup of tea for ￡1 and on the way to Bali, should be there in 1 hour 15 minutes so just sit back and grab a nap for the next hour. Seat belt signs on as the plane begins to rock and slide around quite a bit as the sky suddenly turns into various shades of dark gray. It's a squally rain shower I think, looking ahead as the planes turns to avoid the worst of it.
But soon down in one piece with the wind and rain lashing against the aircraft window - oh we'll, might get a little wet leaving the plane!
Domestic arrivals is a quick process actually and soon out of the place. Now I need to find some diggs, just for 1 night since my connecting flight to Lombok isn't leaving until tomorrow afternoon. That gives me a little time to spend at the beach which happens to be by the runway and a guesthouse shouldn't be hard to find around here. So, a hike out of the airport and almost immediately into the Kuta town via a series of alleyways and the drizzle has ceased, good.
Actually not that many cheap options around, but then I am close to the beach I suppose. ￡10 will do, for 1 night and the place here is smart. Has aircon, Tv, wifi and a new coat of paint - yes, nice place. So, until the next flight tomorrow it's eat, beach, eat and bed, not necessarily in that order. Actually an expensive change of plan - its when the perspective of a place completly changes at night and Ijust could not remember where the guesthouse was, not until day light again...that story when I get back to the UK...
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