What an amazing last day of work and full day in Sydney.
It started off well with a free coffee from the cafe I visit everyday and big hugs from the staff there. Then off to work where I had nothing to do for the first time ever! No emails, phone calls, I was actually bored. But in good form for a beautiful lunch with my team. Back at work we all close up shop for the day and after a few lovely words from my boss Helen and Ant, our GM, we were off for drinks.
Oh and I did drink. The only thing worst than flying with a hangover the next day was moving in the morning, cleaning the flat then flying. It took all my energy but I got the apartment ready and dropped off my key. Meaghan and her mum drove me to the airport. We said our final "see you laters" amid tears and big hugs. I think I might be the only person ever in tears checking into a flight to Bali. The poor women at the Jetstar counter, she kept asking if I was okay, but every time I tried to tell her how I was leaving Australia for good I just started crying again.
But something did cheer me up, as I was walking to my gate I found a penny... Australia does not have pennies. This was a CANADIAN penny! I knew then I had good luck on my side and will keep my lucky penny close.
Not before long we were boarding our plane then taking off with one last spectacular view of Sydney. Six hrs later we touched down in Denpasar (Bali). The lucky penny is already working for me as I was approached by a taxi driver at the airport to take me to Kuta (where my hotel is), now I read about the fares so I knew it should only be 45,000 rupee. He gets me in the car then tells me that the fare is now 350,000 rupee! I tell him that is ridiculous and that I could get around Bali for that, grab my bags and hightail to another taxi, that charged me 45,000. So thank you Lonely Planet!
As if that wasn't enough excitement for the evening I show up at my hotel and they tell me in broken english, no room for you. Without panicking I pull out my online booking and find out that the hotel keeper can't read English, so I asked to see his hotel log and find Morrissey on it. He then smiles big and shows me to my room as if nothing had happened.
So Kate 2 Bali 0 and I've only just arrived.
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