The quest for the 'promised land'

- Woke up
- Took a shit
- Got out of bed
- After that hefty ordeal, Ollie ordered a grab and we went to the ferry port.
- Took the ferry which was awful. Somehow it was hotter and sweatier than the slow public ferry.
- Once we arrived in Bali the company we booked with notified us that the 2 hour journey would take 3.5 hrs by shuttle bus, meaning we would miss our flight. We therefore opted to go via taxi, the driver of which was a monumental lunatic, breaking every traffic law in the books to get us to the airport in time, whatever the cost. Notable offences included running of red lights, nearly murdering a few pedestrians, cutting up other cars, and tailgating so hard that we could have washed cars in front while on the move. All of which resulted in a substantial saving in journey time, cutting our eta by a whopping grand total of zero minutes.
- After we arrived, we rushedly ran through the airport, and after an emergency urinary pit stop, made our way through seemingly the most laid-back security check.
- While boarding the first flight, the pilot stuck his head out the window to notify which country this plane was going to, after which half the passengers disembarked. It turns out that the passengers in indonesian airports are just trusted to choose which plane they get on once you get on the runway tarmac. How on earth this happened is still beyond us.
- 2 flights later, the second of which was delayed, we finally arrived at midnight in Manado, the promise lands. A 10 minute walk led us to the hotel Emma was staying in and greeted her there. It was then we all universally acknowledged that Manado.... was in fact a monumental shithole.
- We settled in for an early night (3am) excited to explore the beautiful city of Manado.Okumaya devam et