Nothing is ever so exciting as buying a plane ticket. We were sitting in bed, with the light of our laptops glimmering on our laughing faces as we pressed "purchase". Isn't it fascinating that with 16 numbers and the click of a button, you can buy air time in a tin can to cross the world?
We arrived in Bali, at the Ngurah Rai International Airport in Kuta. It was humid and the heat hit us like a wave. Our driver, Ketut, was waiting with a sign that read, "Mr. Morgan". You have to laugh at these things.
