Katja and Arne's travel stories

13.08.15 Farewell Bali, my love

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So, the end is near
And now we face our final check in Sing it, baby! 

It’s time to pack it all up and head home. It’s over. Finished. It’s ceased to be. Finito and finale. We’re going home.
Best nights sleep in a while. It felt good and we wake refreshed and ready. Breakfast is as good as can be and we go back up and pack our things. Some things are left behind. What we take with us will have value or use back home. T-shirts smelling of all the rooms visited on this trip is not in the latter category. Neither is underwear worn thin from use and heavy detergents. It’s been long since I had such a lightweight bag. And we all know what that means; Katja can bring more with her since I can carry it. Hooray!

After check out we lay by the pool and do nothing until lunch. We get it at the hotel restaurant and suddenly it’s 15:10. We’ve ordered a car at 15:30 since the traffic is bad. A leave on time and behold, the journey home has begun. 

At the airport we get into long pants and stuff together everything in the bags before check in. We’ve checked in online, but still have to stand in line at the counter. We ace through when we first get to the counter and check in with four kilos overweight, but no extra charge. Best of all was the info that our bags are tagged all the way to Norway. We only have to go through transit in Singapore to get new boarding cards for the last two legs of the trip. Since we fly Garuda, the Indonesian national airline, we don’t have to pay the airport tax to get out off the country. This it’s just getting better.

   A light dinner at a restaurant later and we’re now waiting at the gate. Take off is at 19:10 then 2.5 hours to Singapore. Waiting for five hours before a 7 hours to Doha. Another three hour wait before another 6.5 hour to Oslo. Gotta love cheap tickets. It always feels better on shopping moment than on the trip itself.

We’ll see if there will be an update on one of the stop over, our of the next post is made on home ground.

“When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”

– Tecumse

Author: arnber

Humongen! The big guy! The man, the myth, the legend! And then theres' me. The nice guy in the house. The man without cooking skills, but with five stars on the Playstation. Boss at work, relaxed at home. What you see is what you get. Life is good. I choose it to be.

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