Fighting back the fatigue that has possessed my whole body, I peer ahead of me and tut ….. “Why on earth is that woman rolling a football from one side of the corridor to another?”
Did you see that? I ask Richard, who is comatose beside me. Peering at my watch I read the time … 2.05am.
God I groan, ….I sit up and reach into my handbag for my other pair of glasses, put them on and look up again at the scene unfolding before my eyes …. and shriek!!
Hold on a minute because I am getting ahead of myself, so let me rewind 8 hours and start from the beginning.
We had just spent 5 idyllic nights at the fabulous, luxurious and incredible Chedi Hotel in Ubud, Bali. We were on a 12 week trip and from Bali we are flying to Perth, Australia to continue our journey. We have lounged by our private pool, tasted sumptuous local fare, been on numerous excursions and been entertained by our private butler Bawa and it has been amazing. Five Star all the way!
Our last day was spent relaxing, followed by the usual nightly routine of cocktails followed by dinner, alas for the last time. Back in our villa Richard checked the flight details and announced that the original flight time of 03.05am had changed to an estimated new time of 07.40am. This announcement is followed by moans from us both and then continual phone calls to the help desk, which surprise surprise was continually engaged.
After much discussion we decided to head to the airport at 12.30pm as planned just in case.
On arrival at Denpasar Airport, which is more or less empty apart from a few members of staff, the change in flight time is indeed confirmed …… more groaning, but on the plus side we are handed a voucher for “dinner”, an extremely late dinner granted, at a restaurant upstairs.
Reaching the designated seating area upstairs the first thing we noticed was how barren it looked. The seating was sorely lacking and we had to sit on the last strip of seats which were unpadded and contructed from uncomfortable metal. The first hour came and went and then the fatigue kicked in. You know that feeling sitting on a long haul overnight flight when sleep evades you and all you want to do is lie out flat in the aisle?
Well that’s what I decided to do! I didn’t care at that point whether the floor was clean. I lay my head on a backpack and just lay out flat. Of course I couldn’t sleep because the overhead lighting strips were on and it was like Blackpool illuminations.
The Beginning …
Okay, let me go back to the start of my tale. I was lying on my side when I saw the woman sitting at the side of the corridor, and the football being rolled to the other side. With the correct glasses on I was able to view the scene in clear focus and as my brain caught up with my eyes it became clear to me that that was no football ….it was a huge brown rat!!! As I watched in horror, it continued to run from one side to another.
I scrambled to my feet, launched myself in a seat and hugged my legs to my chest.
Back home it is said that you are never far from a rat, but let me assure you that I have never seen a rat, let alone cuddle up to one ….and this one is huge.
As the rat is within easy distance of our restaurant, the voucher immediately becomes void.
Within 10 minutes, reinforcements arrive on the scene. Two men in fact, with a ladder and two brooms. Mr Rat has decided to change venue at this point and gone into hiding, apparently in the ceiling. What ensues is comical if I wasn’t an animal lover. Yes I know its a rat, and I know I don’t want to get close to it but that doesn’t mean that I want it hunted down by these two fools either.
The next hour is spent trying not to watch the men climbing the ladder, lifting the ceiling panels and then bashing the broom down as Mr Rat does his best to avoid capture. The men laugh as if its a fun activity and the bashing goes on relentlessly. That is until they move closer and closer to us and the broom bashing stops and they pack up and leave.
I find myself hoping that Mr Rat has escaped into the depths of the ceiling and won a victory and a reprieve for himself.
By the time we eventually boarded the plane for our 07.25am flight to Perth I was spent!
At least Perth Airport will be lovely I say to Ric as sleep finally takes me physically and mentally into oblivion.
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