Denpasar’s new airport is unquestionably an upgrade from their last one, however it is far too obvious that they have spent the majority of their budget on the extravagant arrangement outside rather then on simple things such as seating, or a decent carpet on the inside. But hey, at least you can actually feel the air-conditioning at this one. We were lucky enough to be at the front of the plane, which meant getting through visas and customers somewhat near the front of the queue, a nice surprise we thought, however this really meant nothing when we were sitting on the tiled floor watching other tourists happy faces as their suitcase slid down the conveyer belt whilst we waited for over half an hour for our bags (really only Justin’s, I’m lucky enough to take mine on as carryon) Justin wouldn’t believe me, but I was convinced they had landed in Thailand by mistake. Luckily enough, our bags where in fact in Bali, we just had to get accustomed to the Balinese way of life again.
All this fun was abruptly stopped short when my poor Husband fell sick with the dreaded Bali Belly the night before we were booked on a boat ride to Nusa Lembogan, quick phone calls at 7pm at night to cancel our booking, trips to reception to book another night here, running quickly back up to our room to pat poor Justin’s back made for a memorable Honeymoon night. Our hotel moved us into a villa and the security guard was nice enough to take me to a pharmacy to get some medicine for Justin.
I better go; my gastro-infused husband is stirring in the bed, duty calls.