Day 36: Brisbane to Bali

​Our trip has gone intercontinental - and the tracking line now covers a noticeable portion of the globe, which feels better.

The tandem was in two boxes with Tiger’s bike in another. Then our panniers were in another two boxes. Five in total. I think we looked like cardboard smugglers.  

We landed in Denpasar and the humidity was immediately obvious. It’s only 30°C, but it feels hotter. We ran the gamut of the assembled throng of taxi drivers keen to help us with our large load of boxes and found the official taxi counter where we arranged a prenegotiated price and then started trying to get all the boxes in the minivan. It was big, but not that big, and once we’d squeezed them in, Sarina and I were left one seat to share. That was a little tight. 

It was only a little over 30 mins to our villa, down south in Bingin Beach... and the villa was perfect. Two small pavilions with en suites facing a pool and separated by a kitchen and living area. Luxury - including staff to make us breakfast and tidy up. We are really resting up in style. We’d better be really quick cyclists to make up for this.  

Even an evening thunderstorm couldn’t get Tiger out of the pool.