Our flights were uneventful with the exception of the crying babies from Frankfurt to Singapore. The family was making the trip from New York back home to Singapore with a 3 year old and 18 month old twins. I felt more sympathy than aggravation.
Singapore Airlines was wonderful as usual, although I didn't feel the menu was as good as past trips. I guess you have to cut corners somewhere, and better the food than the service. Wine service and top shelf liquors are still included. On each leg of the journey, the flight attendants asked the children's names and called them by name throughout.
Arrival in Bali seemed a bit easier than usual. We were not approached by any porters (usually very aggressive) and we claimed our luggage and cleared customs without any problems. Our driver was waiting in the throng outside the airport and we were quickly loaded into his car for the trip to Ubud.
After settling in at Sri Bungalows, we showered and changed and started walking towards Penestanan. We learned back in 2002 that it is best to hit the ground running, no matter how exhausted you may be from the flight. Otherwise you find yourself bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 3:00 a.m. with nothing to do for at least 3 hours.
Halfway through town we found Nyoman Santra, one of our trusted drivers, and for 15,000 rupiah (about $1.25) he took us the rest of the way to Penestanan. This being Thanksgiving day, we had decided to treat our Bali family to dinner. Made and Jake rode the motorbike to the village to get Made's car, and we all piled in and headed back to Ubud. We had dinner at Murni's, then Made dropped us back at Sri for some very necessary sleep. Everyone was out cold by 8:45.
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