We take the first plane. We only have 15 hand luggage each and we move like Sherpas in the ranks of a disorderly airport, organized so well, that Picasso could sue the manufacturer for plagiarism.
We pass through the first barrier at check in. The luggage, weighed about eighty times on the home scale, weigh the right. It ‘s not the same for those in hand.
Since it’s difficult to define the exact amount, Sarah and I, we improvise illusionists.
We always let see the same 5 suitcases, making surprised faces when, with a firm hand, the ground hostess shows us the others ten hidden behind the children and one grandmother bigger than usual.
Seen the two “monsters” full of photographic equipment, weighing twice allowed, I think she realized that she had two choices.
First, give us 15 yellow ribbons under the table, even if they were black market goods or call a doctor and let us sit at the first psychiatric ward of Milan.
While Tommy yelling turns around and causing her to lose every remnant of patience, I tear the ribbons from her hand saying “thank you”.
The baggage check is the second barrier. Consider 3 pc, 2 I-pad , 5 kindle , 6 mobile phones, 1 videocamera, 3 photocameras, 2 tripods and cables, many cables. The custom officer probably thought that, with all that material, it could possible to assemble an atom bomb.
We pass unharmed.
The beauty of the low season departures can be summed up in two beautiful words: “empty plane”. Cool!
We sleep an hour, then kill remaining time consuming films like a Hollywood bulimic.
Five hours later we arrive.
In Doha, it is 10:20 pm, local time. It’s hot and dark. First stop: smoking area.
From the outside you can see only the silhouettes. Smoking has saturated any possibility that people inside, once outside, can live for more than few hours. We don’t care. We need to smoke, so we enter.
Really, I have not even lighted up the cigarette, but I only took a breath and I went out. I swallowed in two seconds a dose of nicotine, equal to that one of 3 or 4 packets of Goluoise, without filter.
Second stop: a Café. I order a cappuccino, but they give me a cup that looks like an aircraft carrier.
We gulp down few liters of caffeine and, more hysterical than before, we head to the boarding.
The plane leaves at 2:30 am for Denpasar. We wander in the new airport in Doha then we board the flight.
The plane is really new: touchscreen remote control, wide seats, windows that darken electronically …I liked so much the old guillotine curtain, WTF …!
The Qatar spares no expense. Easier that do not care too much about oil.
For security, I gulp 40 drops of Lexotan, praying to wake up sooner or later.
After 9 hours, we get to Denpasar at 5.10 pm local time. Temperature is 32 degrees.
At the exit, two Balinese guys are waiting for us. They fill two cars with our luggage that there is not even space for a pair of chopsticks.
Finally we arrive in the villa that we booked online. Its name is Leon.
Thirty minutes of briefing, by a overzealous manager, knok us down as 500 lashes on our back and genitals.
We resist. We understand the 2% of what he says, but resist.
We look a bit around without really understanding where we are and then, destroyed, collapsed …
Upon awakening this panorama awaits us
All right, now we are getting something !!!