I checked out of my hotel with clean laundry, a full tummy, and a rejuvenation. I felt ready to leave Lombok and tackle all of the adventures that Bali held in front of me.
I was really feeling on top of it when Lombok airport security killed my good vibe.
Mind you, I haven’t had a single airport security issue on this entire trip. I think it might have something to do with the lack of explosives I pack. But as my carry on went through the detector machine thingamabober, it got pulled aside.
I thought to myself, “Ah dang. I forgot to separate my laptop from the bag.” But that wasn’t the problem. Nor was it my camera or lens. The item causing the issue: my tiny tripod.
They told me that it’s against Indonesian customs, and I had to check it … in my backpack that was 100% full and taken by my airline. Wait, are you serious?
They were completely serious which was so puzzling. I had a security guy escort me to the underbelly of Lombok’s airport to locate my backpack and strap the tripod to the front pocket (after they tried to convince me it would fit inside the backpack – it doesn’t. Also after them trying to just send it through the lost and found – like what??). I was completely convinced I was never going to see that tripod ever again.
But somehow magically the tripod arrived at baggage claim in the same pocket without damaged. I was baffled. Side note: every time I see these guys, I have Johnny Cash in my head.
My first few minutes in Bali included seeing this little monument/sign, and I instantly felt a respect for this country.
If you haven’t seen the movie Chicken Run, I’m really sorry for your childhood. This movie is timeless (it’s probably not timeless).
I arrived at my hostel, and I was floored by how amazingly perfect it was. The decor, pool, comfortable bed, delicious food. I’m in Bali heaven right now.
I spent the rest of the evening doing three things:
- Walked to Alfamart where I got some more sunblock. Alfamart is my best friend here. This is the closest thing I’ll find to a grocery store.
- Studied up for my diving class tomorrow. I saw the below listing, and it got me thinking, “Hmm, inappropriate laughter and a false sense of security — how is this different from my normal life??”
- And finally I rewarded myself with a 2-hour hot stone message at a spa up the road. It was glorious and cost me $20. I’ll be going back for sure.