The worst journey ever from Vietnam to Bali...
It was meant to be a good day. When I woke up, I knew there were only a few hours left and i would be reunited with Jessica and Iris, my crazy lovely friends from germany. Although i absolutely love traveling alone, i couldn't wait to have some familiar faces around again. And i was so looking forward to our time in bali, lombok and the Gili Islands! I was excited on my way to the airport (in a local hop-on-hop-off bus. Stupid tourists, always taking a cab to the airport... the local bus is so much cheaper! it was a challenge though, since i was THE attraction with my huge backpack. That i finally reached the right stop was luck since no one understood where i intended to go. )
But then the desaster started. The friendly check-in woman explained me politely that I can not get on the plane since i do not have a return fliggt from indonesia which is required to grand a visa on arrival. I had a return flight indeed but not at hand since jessica bought the tickets and never sent them to me ( i defenetely am an organisation talent). So i was not able to proof i had a flight and the attempt to call the girls was in vain since they were already boarding the plane from Germany to denpasar. The only possibility to catch my flight in timr was to buy a new return ticket. So i did and now i am 300€ lighter. This stupid incident of course took its time and when i heard my name called out via loudspeaker (VERY last call for miss Wuuuhlf) I knew i better hurry up. Arriving at the gate, it was of course already closed butrbegging and shouting the staff reopened it for me.. i might have scared them a bit (this is for shierley.)
Finally sitting in the plane, the story wasn't over yet. The flight was delayed (yeah, my own fault probably) and i incidently knew I will have some problems catching my connecting flight in KualaLumpur. Same procedure in KL, I arrived late at the gate and they reopened it for me, this time no shouting but almost crying.
You might have changed you mind already but take this:
After arriving in Bali, I thought the worst journey ever was finally over, but no chance!
I forgot to take some money for the required Indonesian visa with me. I couldn't get money from an ATM since my daily limit was reached due to the flight shopping earlier. And additionally, i realized that my luggage was missing. There i was, no money, no visa, no backpack but loads of friendly indonesian security guys that wanted to help me survive this horror scenario. I almost agreed on selling my new headphones (high quality from Vietnam) to afford the visa but then a security guide accompanied me out of the airport to find an ATM that took my German card. And it worked! i withould myself from kissing the security guy and bought the visa. After saying thanks for the standing ovation by the other airport workers, i started looking for my missing backpack, which turned out to be brought to the airport's own police station since soneone grabbed it from the luggage pick up and left it standing on the ground. (yeah, never leave your luggage unobserved. i had to undergo a teaching lesson by the same workers that gave me standing ovation eaelier...) Finally, Karma and I were friends again. I got my visa, my backpack and my nerves back.
Vietnam airlines confirmed that i would get a refund when not taking the flight I bought at the airport and now I am finally looking forward to an amazing time with jessica and iris in Indonesia!
The hole day taught me on lesson: that i have to inform myself better. Still i never lost my temper today. at some point, I started to see all this as a kind of a challenge and took it with "humour". I even laughed out loud when the guy from the indonesian immigration office told me i wont be able to enter the country. I said to myself "things couldn't get worse" at least three times today. But they could and always can.
Who said traveling was easy!?