Airport stories

Bomb, love me a jetstar flight. They are always fun and full of surprises.

Did I go through security as soon as physically possible, yes yes I did. And I'm glad. It took an hour to pass bag drop, security and immigration. I was feeling fairly hopefully at the start, hence why half smile.

The queue for immigration was the worst. But I think it looked the worst rather than actually was. It wrapped multiple times around but because there were 4 separate wrapping queues it looked chaotic but wasnt actually.

Once through I made my way to my gate. Still 2hrs before take off but what else was I going to do. Go shopping, hell no! A toblerone was 350k, that's about £20. I cant afford that!

It took me around 10 minutes to walk to my gate aswell. Being jetstar, it of course had to be difficult. Our gate was the furthest from the start. There are only 9 gates in this airport but because it is so modern all of it is so new that everything is spread out. And it's only on one side, it's a very weird airport. Clearly built thanks to the money of tourism, it is ultra modern but functionally pointless. Everyhting is miles apart, and it all wraps around like a maze. So it take 5 minutes but that's because you had to go down and back on yourself instead of just going forwards. It's weird, I dont understand the architectural thinking beyond being able to add in more shops. Ok, now I think that I realise that is very on brand for Bali and doesn't surprise me.

Finally at my gate, I found a lovely reclining seat with a view of the runway and resigned myself for a long night.

And we got delayed. First by 30mins, then an hour 30. We eventually left at 11,20 nearly 2 hrs late. Which just made my decision for me. My hostel in Darwin was closed between 1am and 6am so I could not check in even if I had landed on time.

The flight itself was great. Because it was so cheap to fly between Bali and Darwin I chose to add a meal to my flight, it was crazy hours after all and only an extra $5 so I was happy to at the time. Once on the flight I had no recollection of doing this so my butter chicken was a very happy surprise. And a much needed one, I was starving.

Finally landed at 3,30am. Was out of the doors at 5am (customs is just a right you know what at the moment thanks to foot and mouth). Around that time, I decided that I could either wait for the shuttle at 6am or get a uber now. So I waited. 6am came around and the shuttle website updated to say they would open at 9am. So I decided to take a nap because I would rather do that than try to get an uber so early.

And so, at 9am I called for a shuttle bus. And they told me they would be open at 12pm. At this point I did begin to laugh and cry at the same time. I am not ashamed of that fact. I got maybe 3hrs sleep overall last night and was very done with everything at this point. So I ordered and uber.

I arrived at my hostel, exhausted, starving and now broke. That uber cost me more for 15mins, than 2hrs in bali did. Why? Why?!

Thankfully they let me check in immediately as my room was, funnily enough, ready. I tried to sleep but that proved impossible as I was so hungry and it is very light in my room.

I went to woolies for some groceries and made myself beans on toast. I feel so nauseous from lack of sleep, anything else makes it worse. And then I did nothing for the rest of the day. A bit of journaling and watched a movie. I cannot muster the energy to be social today, I will tomorrow instead. Once I have slept a bit. Hopefully.Läs mer