The alarm went off at 4am this morning, everything was already packed so we simply refreshed ourselves and after the speediest checkout we were already in the taxi!

The heat wasn’t that bad, just 35°C around 5am. We spent an hour or so strolling and relaxing in the airport before heading to the gate. As our last stop here, we found the airport to be fascinating and it can be also very cheap if you know where to look 😉

Now it’s time for our 9hr flight, and sitting in the Emirates air fortress, we felt quite pampered.

We where given two sleeping kits, as for all the long haul flights, with ear plugs, sleeping mask, socks, etc.

This time Sara wanted to try a different menu, so instead of light diet meal she went for a hinduist strict vegetarian menu. Here’s what we got for breakfast and lunch.

On the other hand, Antonio went with the meat menu. You can’t go wrong with what you already know.

Pic colazione sarà

Between meals we spent time watching movies, TV shows, playing games, and sleeping.

Gomorra on air

There’s plenty of things to do at 10 thousand meters above sea level. Especially bothering other passenger, asking them to make way to go to the toilet 6 times. Well, it’s a way like another to make the time pass by.

At 20:30 we touched Bali.

The custom were very fast and soon we got our luggage, ready to step out and enjoy Indonesia. Little we knew that troubles were coming.

In Bali the use of credit/debit cards is very limited, so is suggested to withdraw money as soon as you land from the ATM in the airport.

Unfortunately our debit cards (V-Pay, from IngDirect), just don’t work. And here I would like to make a point: it’s been our entire fault for this problem. You must never travel outside Europe without checking beforehand if the country will accept your credit or debit card!

We spent an hour fighting a legion of illegal taxi drivers, trying to get us on their taxi, while wondering how to get to our hotel without any cash.

In the end we managed to call the hotel, thanks to the helpful personnel of the airport, and arranged for them to pay our taxi once we got there.

Mind that you should never use the taxi of the wannabe taxi drivers screaming in front of the airport. Go for the official ones with the logo on top of the car. Don’t get fooled!

After 15 minutes stuck in a traffic that reminded me of Naples with a bit of Bagdad mixed in Italia, we reached the hotel. Or should I say the Villa?

Well, I’ll let you all judge by the pictures that I’ll post tomorrow.