Trip Start Dec 15, 2008
5Trip End Dec 19, 2008
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Pack my bag and go for one last walk around Labuan Bajo. Find a milkbar that has internet so write a quick letter home. Catch a motorbike to the airport. Check in is an experience. It takes four men ten minutes to process each person. I don't mind this, because I'm at the start of the queue and it's not like the plane is going to take off without its passengers. But a pair of grumpy old Englishmen behind me are getting impatient. Why they want to hurry into the waiting lounge I don't know, but they keep trying to get me to join in their pessimism by saying things like "Organised chaos, huh?" I ignore them, but feel like saying "No, Puduraya Bus Station is organised chaos. This is just what happens when you don't have computers to rely on and everything has to be done by hand. Surely you of all people would remember those days?" But I don't want to have to talk to them, so I just keep ignoring them. Personally, I love this Indonesian phenomenon of rubber-time.
Meet Chris at the airport - she just dropped Sean off for his flight to Perth. On the way back to her place she takes me to a craft supermarket. Everything is overpriced and wouldn't clear Australian quarantine anyway, but it's a good way to see what the island produces without going up into the villages. Which is half the point of buying Balinese handicrafts, but anyway.
I sample some snake fruit. It has a skin that looks and feels exactly like snake skin, with small, overlapping scales. They're a local favourite. They taste a bit like a cross between morinda and somethings that's nowhere near as repulsive as morinda. Jackfruit maybe? Nice, but not in the same league as mangosteen.
Pretty much all of the afternoon is just chilling by the pool. In the evening we walk into the restaurant strip of Sanur. I spot a dog I like to think has rabies. It probably doesn't. We go to an Irish pub and I try some arak, which is made from the fermented nectar of the lontar palm. It's like old wine and Bacardi, or maybe a mild whiskey. Not bad!
Dad's there to meet me at Tullamarine, and Mum and Ben aren't far off. And then it's off home for Christmas.