My Journey to Bali – first solo adventure.
- September 22, 2017
I’m just writing a quick post to update you on my journey (always do your research before a trip like this).
I arrived at Manchester airport excited for my first solo adventure. I waved goodbye to my family and headed for the check-in desk 3 hours before my flight.
I placed my large rucksack on the scales, and it weighed 19.3kg, phew. Next – my hand luggage. I was more confident about this bag; it didn’t have too much in it. 15.8kg showed on the scales. “sorry miss, you’re only allowed 7, 7.5 at a push” what was I going to do? There were 3 hours until my flight, and I didn’t know where my family were.
I called my grandfather, told him the news, and he replied (I don’t know where I am, but I’ll be back asap”.
I decided I would start taking stuff out ready for when he arrived. I placed myself in a quiet corner of the airport to unpack. As I reached for my bag, I realised it had slid between the gap in the trolley. It was stuck; there was no way it was coming out anytime soon.
An older man stood behind me, could see I needed help. He was so lovely and helped me get it out. I decided to ditch the trolley and head for the drop-off point where he was meeting me. I took up two seats on the closest bench. One for me and one for all of the stuff I needed to lose. I ditched quite a lot of important things (including my tripod), but by this point, I was just worried about missing my flight.
*1 HOUR AND A HALF LATER* ( THEY GOT LOST)
Finally, my family came back. After emptying most things, I ran to the check-in desk so they could weigh it. 8.3kg showed on the scales. The guy looked at me and said “go on then; I’ll let you through” I was so relieved. There was no way I could ditch anything else.
Fast forward a few hours; I was on my way to Dubai.
About an hour before landing, I looked at my itinerary. FIFTY MINUTES CONNECTION TIME IN DUBAI?! oh here we go. I knew I needed to go back through security in Dubai, so I was pushing it a bit for time.
I asked an Emirates worker if I would make it. She replied, “you probably will if you’re quick, but if you don’t we will put you in a hotel for the night and get you on the next flight.” As much as I wanted to see Dubai, I was exhausted and just wanted to make my flight.
As soon as the seatbelt signs went off, I jumped up, grabbed my hand luggage, and ran off the plane straight to the connections board. My gate was already open. LUCKILY, when I made it to security, there were only a few people in front of me.
I made it to the gate two minutes before boarding. Don’t wear joggers and a hoodie when running for a flight. Dubai airport was 31 degrees, Barely any air con, and I was sweating buckets.
Luckily, everything was great on my 9-hour flight from Dubai to Bali, and I was able to get some rest.
Arriving at Denpasar airport, I saw the visa signs; I went into panic mode. I had researched about visas, but couldn’t quite get my head around filling out forms and where to go, etc. I saw a couple with British passports, so I followed them. Because I was visiting for less than 30 days, I didn’t need to fill out a form or pay anything. The process was simple really; I panicked for nothing.
My bag was one of the first to come off. I headed for the exit when a security guard stopped me, “you have to fill out this form before I can let you through” Customs declaration form. I had a 20kg suitcase weighing me down, and I was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was fill out forms.
I asked a taxi how much he would charge to my hotel (six minutes away) he quoted me 20000 Rupiah. When I handed over the money he said “thank you, thank you, thank you very much” I thought that was a little weird. When I got into my hotel room, I realised I’d given him 200000 Rupiah.
It turns out, he quoted me the equivalent of £1.10, and I paid £11.10.
I just wanted the day to be over.
Apart from all of my mistakes, The journey was incredible. The views landing into Dubai at sunrise were something else, Emirates were so helpful and accommodating. They will be my first pick when booking another long-haul flight.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Over the next Eighteen days, while I’m in Bali, I will be posting some blogs so keep an eye out for them. I hope you had a good laugh.
Until next time,