Perth to Bali and leaving daily life behind
Those last few days were seriously not quite what I expected them to be. So much hurrying, so many things to do, so much catching up that I am not even sure what happened. One minute we were at home, the next we are in Bali and it feels like an eternity already.
On the other hand, as I said before, maybe it was for the best, because I just never got the jittery thoughts of fear and apprehension that seem to come before such big personal changes. I was prepared for them, awaiting patiently with ready counter-thoughts to fix them right up, but I they never came, well, maybe a few little ones here and there, but nothing I needed special help with.
Saying goodbyes, though, is never easy, especially to a bunch of people that I have become quite close to after the few years we have been in Perth. It takes time to build relationships and moving is never helpful for that process. So removing myself and the kids from yet another little circle of people was the hardest part of this undertaking. The hardest emotional part.
The girls enjoyed having their friends at the airport.
The drinks didnt go astray either ;)
Yes, yes, I cried, of course I did. Shoot me, stew me in my salty drips and present me for the Sook award, I am a crier. Cut me open, slice my finger almost in half, try to push my small hernia back in place, root canal without anesthetic – fine – I will take it without one tear. Tell me to say goodbye to friends and the rivers flow til my face looks like a tomato left in the sun for two days.
I hope the passport control guys dont save the footage from that first camera after the separations at the airport have occurred, because they will be scared. Only this time I wasnt alone, two little girls followed with misty eyes.
(interesting fact: I am writing this in the dark, sitting on the floor of the bungalow, leaning on the outside door, while the rest of the clan is sleeping sweetly. I am here because I was trying to get some connection to the Internet, after unsuccessfully attempting to use it outside, where I was half way eaten by mosquitoes. So if this makes any sense, I should get an award or something – yes, two awards for one post The Sook and The Diligent Blogger awards)
After the eyes were dried, we were welcomed by the wonderful view of freedom
Our ticket to freedom had not arrived yet, but there was the promise for it – a long arm waiting to unload its anxious passengers into the metal bird to carry them into the space.
And then it showed up:
And we were in…
The Dod was impressed, to say the least.
The kids did not enjoy the lift off, and I couldnt blame them really. I dont like flying, never have, never will. Its unnatural and feels like it, and those little dips that-freak-the-hell0-out-of-my-stomach, them, I can live without any day. I will happily live the rest of my days without them.
So I enjoyed the little creative entertainment left by someone else. I especially loved the running burning people and the giant octopus that is taking over the airplane.
Before long we were over the ocean and even I had to marvel at the view, unnatural and all.
And then LAND!
Very green Bali.
Finally, not a second too soon, we were back on land and out of the giant metal thing that does unnatural things, but good things, otherwise this voyage would have taken us months, instead of over 3 hours.
It didnt take long to see signs of the familiar Bali beauty. It was right there, outside the window, welcoming us, promising again interesting things for the weeks to come.
We paid for our visas ($25 per soul), passed through passport control quite painlessly and served by friendly people smiling at us with or without teeth and entered the island to find out what it has for us.
And the adventure in Bali begins.