There is so much travel in traveling. I’ve never had more than two weeks off in a row. I’m now a month into vacation and weary of the travel part. I know, whaaa, quit complaining.
Yesterday, I had breakfast at my hotel and the worked on lesson plans until it was time to leave for the airport. I have to turn in my first month of lesson plans before school starts. The rest of the day was travel to Bangkok and a hotel near the airport. The taxi stand at the Don Mueang airport was amazing. I got there and they were serving number 555. But, where to get a number was not obvious. It must be at the back of that room full of people. It was. I got number 630. This system doesn’t appear to be working very well. Then when I finally got a taxi it took 40 minutes to go the 8 miles to my hotel. Whoa Bangkok traffic.
What a wonderful little trendy, cheap hotel. The staff was friendly and I get free breakfast and airport shuttle in the morning. I ate dinner there because I was too exhausted to go further. I had a grilled cheese sandwich that I’m pretty sure was cooked in liquid sugar instead of butter. Come on, Thailand, stop putting sugar on everything. Don’t try this at home. Sugared grilled cheese is not delicious.
This morning came early – breakfast at 3:30, shuttle at 4:00am. Was I high when I booked a 6:00am flight? Maybe it was foggy brain. The airport was a zoo at 4:15. I made a friend within 2 minutes and we decided to navigate the zoo together. Justine was a delightful young lady and we managed to find our way through a mob with no lines, just angry lost people everywhere, ticket agents yelling, and tour groups looking confused. After landing in Bali, the immigration line was the shortest I’ve ever seen. But I had to wait a long time for my luggage because I waited at the wrong carousel. Once I figured it out, my bag magically appeared on the correct one. Funny how that happens. Unfortunately, that meant I didn’t get to say goodbye to Justine. Enjoy your vacation Justine!
I rented a car while here. It seemed easier for wandering around the island. If I didn’t have the suitcase or if I had the SE Asia ability to tie any thing to a motorbike, I’d rather do that. But, that was just a bad story waiting to happen. The car guy took me to an atm and then to the police station to get a “driver’s license”. I don’t have an international license because I didn’t know that was a thing until I had already moved to Thailand. I would have had to get it in the US in person so too late for that information. This license is supposed to get me out of having to pay a bigger fine if I get pulled over. We’ll see.
So then I have to take this sorry excuse of a vehicle from the airport to my hotel. The doors rattle. The steering is loose feeling. The breaks need a heavy foot. The steering wheel is on the wrong side and it’s stick shift. That was a first for me. Then let’s drive on the left side of the road just for fun. As in Thailand and Vietnam, the striping is just for decoration and a beep means “I’m passing you now”. All that said, it went ok and I made it to the hotel.
My hotel is cute and has a pool. I was in it within 5 minutes. I worked for a few hours, then dinner and now travel exhaustion. Tomorrow diving – fingers crossed that it’s great!
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