For those of us who've seen 28 Days Later (Mum, Dad, it's a zombie film where this guy wakes up from a coma to find the streets and everywhere deserted - because the zombies are nocturnal!), certain scenes will always remind us of horrifying rabid humans ready to spit in our face or, indeed, tear our face off.
Nusa Dua shopping complex type place after 10am is a bit like that. The airport was like that except not even remotely scary. It was fun. By the end of it Zoe and I were pretty frayed, but we managed to avoid arguments or violence. Go us :)
The airport place we found to try to sleep had sofas, which was good, but was really air conditioned, and really well lit. So we didn't really sleep. 11 hour layover. We checked in (as we were told) and they reprinted our boarding passes (apparently these had been printed. But they weren't given to us.) and then we had to go and hang out in the airport overnight - we stayed by Gate D3. In the morning some perky Americans appeared: we went to Starbucks.
Oh, another word of warning about Denpasar Airport (Bali), which is the bane of Zoe and our lives: you have to pay to leave too. Which they don't tell you when you're queueing for ages to have your passport looked at, or for various other things. So you've gone through all the queues, checked in, dumped your luggage. And you've got rid of all your money as felt you no longer needed it. THEN you discover the charge, have to turn back, and there's no cash machine inside the terminal, so you have to go ALL THE WAY OUT AGAIN. And queue again.... Annoying.
So back to the airport - this is what I wrote at the time (in a somewhat excited state, for some reason).
'Well, it's actually quite fun so far. Had a cup of tea at Starbucks, which was still that big sack of twigs hey've switched to, but somehow tasted quite nice (without milk). Maybe I'm getting used to it. We met a US girl from...Maryland I think, who's also here overnight. We've left her in Starbucks (now closed) but we might return.
We've come to a nice rest place where there's these stamps (printing not licking) for your zodiac sign, and couches/soft sitting things long enough to lie on. Obviously there is now in my notebook/art book a pig (me) and a rat (Zoe). Zoe is doing yoga, and I just had great fun walking first all the way left, and then all the way right. I've photographed bins and fire paraphenalia and other such stuff to my heart's content (well, the battery's going, but I was almost done anyway).
To the left I found a Mind Rest Place (or something), including computers and books, but that was sadly just closing as I came back. I've resisted running madly down the corridors/gap between the shops (not really a corridor - indoor avenue? I'm sure there's a word), but I did have to go the wrong way down a travelator at what was probably the human equivalent of a fast trot. I have so far resisted playing in the kid's place. There's slides!!!
I'm going to read the patronising book a bit more (maybe) - and those brackets are to show it's very unlikely - draw a picture, then we'll probably watch The Holiday.'
(In the end I ran the wrong way on a travelator twice. The second time quite fast - more of a canter. I resisted all other temptations.)
(Except taking a photo of myself in one of those things where there's two people, like a mermaid and a seaman, with holes instead of faces. Sadly you can't really see in the picture.)
Nusa Dua shopping complex type place after 10am is a bit like that. The airport was like that except not even remotely scary. It was fun. By the end of it Zoe and I were pretty frayed, but we managed to avoid arguments or violence. Go us :)
The airport place we found to try to sleep had sofas, which was good, but was really air conditioned, and really well lit. So we didn't really sleep. 11 hour layover. We checked in (as we were told) and they reprinted our boarding passes (apparently these had been printed. But they weren't given to us.) and then we had to go and hang out in the airport overnight - we stayed by Gate D3. In the morning some perky Americans appeared: we went to Starbucks.
Oh, another word of warning about Denpasar Airport (Bali), which is the bane of Zoe and our lives: you have to pay to leave too. Which they don't tell you when you're queueing for ages to have your passport looked at, or for various other things. So you've gone through all the queues, checked in, dumped your luggage. And you've got rid of all your money as felt you no longer needed it. THEN you discover the charge, have to turn back, and there's no cash machine inside the terminal, so you have to go ALL THE WAY OUT AGAIN. And queue again.... Annoying.
So back to the airport - this is what I wrote at the time (in a somewhat excited state, for some reason).
'Well, it's actually quite fun so far. Had a cup of tea at Starbucks, which was still that big sack of twigs hey've switched to, but somehow tasted quite nice (without milk). Maybe I'm getting used to it. We met a US girl from...Maryland I think, who's also here overnight. We've left her in Starbucks (now closed) but we might return.
We've come to a nice rest place where there's these stamps (printing not licking) for your zodiac sign, and couches/soft sitting things long enough to lie on. Obviously there is now in my notebook/art book a pig (me) and a rat (Zoe). Zoe is doing yoga, and I just had great fun walking first all the way left, and then all the way right. I've photographed bins and fire paraphenalia and other such stuff to my heart's content (well, the battery's going, but I was almost done anyway).
To the left I found a Mind Rest Place (or something), including computers and books, but that was sadly just closing as I came back. I've resisted running madly down the corridors/gap between the shops (not really a corridor - indoor avenue? I'm sure there's a word), but I did have to go the wrong way down a travelator at what was probably the human equivalent of a fast trot. I have so far resisted playing in the kid's place. There's slides!!!
I'm going to read the patronising book a bit more (maybe) - and those brackets are to show it's very unlikely - draw a picture, then we'll probably watch The Holiday.'
(In the end I ran the wrong way on a travelator twice. The second time quite fast - more of a canter. I resisted all other temptations.)
(Except taking a photo of myself in one of those things where there's two people, like a mermaid and a seaman, with holes instead of faces. Sadly you can't really see in the picture.)
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