Days 203 / 04: 20 & 21 February 2010 b*****xed in Bali

The flight to Darwin will be my first commercial flight for about a decade. The only flight I have been on in recent years has been on a fear of flying course, whereby a hypnotist was sat in a seat in front of me handing me some herbal placebo to smell that was supposed to calm me down. I could have killed someone.

In the past, I have cancelled flights while a taxi waited to take me to the airport. I also once cancelled a flight and instead caught a train to Portugal. Oh, and, erm, I’ve effectively caught a bus from London to Bali. Funnily, I don’t seem to be thinking of this very much, as I am concentrating on relaxing…..and not exploring the more appealing parts of Bali, unfortunately.

I spend both most of these days in the pool, the highlight being the uneven tiles causing first Shay and then me to cut our toes causing little flows of red in the pool water.

Lucinda is leaving us at the airport when we fly out, as she is going back to start another tour. We will be picked up and escorted around Australia by the man who, a little ironically, built the truck we travelled all the way from London to Malaysia in. Lu has organized the punch for the party on our last night in Bali.

We are also saying goodbye to our American contingent, as Stacie heads back home after a while more in Bali, and Brian is going back to Thailand, I believe. I have a feeling Shay will feel the loss of his roommate more than I will mine....