INSPECT YOUR GEAR. On our very first day in
Bali, the outsole of my right shoe came off as I entered our hotel room. Yes, shit happens, but I wasn’t planning on getting wet so didn’t even pack spare flip flops. Apparently, the rubber soles of both shoes have worn almost completely flat. They were still very much wearable, though, especially after I patched the lose rubber up with half a tube of contact glue that cost me Rp2,500 at a local hardware store.
INVEST. I should really buy a proper backpack for future travels. I took the old notebook backpack (
sans notebook) for the trip, which is both too heavy and too small. I am already used to the weight, lugging my 3.5 kg full-size notebook to and from work every day, but the small internal volume (due to the protective padding) prove quite a huge setback.
BE PREPARED. Another important item, apart from the spare flip flops, that I sacrificed was a spare pair of pants. I figured, with daytime temperature of between 30 and 35 degrees Celsius, Bali is no different than Kuala Lumpur, so I could risk it with just the pair of jeans I was wearing. What a mistake that was; I forgot the last time I actually trekked around
KL in the sun. It didn’t take long at all before I was soaked in sweat. Now I have two pairs of shorts I doubt I’ll ever wear again. :P
It rained heavily during much of the second day. I left my rain gear too but thankfully we spent most of the time in the car comfortably dry.
TECHNOLOGY FAILS. Mobile phone service was erratic throughout the trip. Only once a phone call got through; it wasn’t much better with text messages.
ATM machines were just as moody. One minute they worked and the next minute they said that my account didn’t exist. This brings me to the next point...
BRING ENOUGH CASH. Not all shops accept plastic. When they do, the connection may be busy or the phone line may fail. Swipe in the wrong place and you card may get cloned. When travelling to strange places, cash is king. My only complaint is the confusing Indonesian huge currency denominations. All those zeroes made my head spin.
GET CORRECT INFORMATION. My travel buddy told me to keep aside Rp100,000 for airport tax. I did, but the actual figure turned out to be Rp150,000. It was nothing major, but I should have known better to do my own homework.
All this while I thought
I was the Internet addict but the disconnect didn’t bother me at all, while
Suapi insisted on logging in to
Facebook every evening. There are still 100-plus unread articles in my
Google Reader page, but somehow I find myself not too eager to catch up.
Bali was wonderful, by the way.