Leaving Perth

Bali is a dark, sunless place where the appressive heat and humidity surrounds you constantly, where the beds are rock hard and the rooms spacious and noisy and crawling with insects! Ok, so it’s not that bad really, in fact I have no idea what it is actually like! We arrived from Perth with lots of other happy holiday makers around 11:45pm, they all disappeared off with their surf boards to hotels whilst we stayed at the airport. The kind security guards moved us on from arrivals and the next lot of even kinder guards wouldn’t let us into departures, so we made ourselves comfy on the floor outside the terminal building and got ready to spend the night there instead! It was gone midnight, around 25 degrees and quite quiet apart from the odd random drunk and a few hundred excited new arrivees every hour, so we just laid back and tried to get some sleep on the floor with the numerous varieties of creepy crawlies! It was a slow and painful few hours but finally around 4am we were allowed to enter the terminal, so we dusted ourselves down, wiped the sweat, sleep and dirt from our eyes, picked out the insects from each others hair and a few hours later boarded another plane, this time bound for Kuala Lumpur. From the comforts of Shona’s parents and our 2 week break from travelling we’d thrown ourselves straight back in the deep end – 2 flights, 20 hours of travelling, random conversations with sleazy Balinese men, saying no to umpteen cabbies and hotel touts, an hours actual sleep on a pavement and we’d gone from Perth via Bali to Malaysia!