Finish up my job at work rolling in waves of stress like the ocean after a tropical downpour. Pack my bags. Try to sleep. Fail. Drive to airport. Arrive early. As usual. Darwin has a new long-term carpark. Or rather a new interim long-term carpark. How did that happen in one week? Check in. Wait in airport in that strange adrenalin high you get when you have to be awake past midnight. Have a coffee even though it's 2:30am. Go through customs. Buy duty free. A friend wants Port Royal tobacco and I stand in queue for an age smelling it through the soft package. Board the plane and wait through all the usual rigmarole until we're finally airborne to Bali. Just me and half the population of Darwin. The other half is going to Malaysia or Fiji. Try desperately not to sleep through the two and half hour trip because I know that if I do, sleep is the little killer that makes the other end a daze. I fail.
And here I am at 6am; dazed and confused in Denpasar.
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