With a late departure we missed our connection in Jakarta, but we weren’t too worried as they put us up in a nice hotel and were booked through the next morning. Spirits were still high, but that’s when the shit hit the fan. A super-tight connection was missed once again, we perhaps should have just shut our traps over the excess baggage dispute. If we’d paid the small amount they wanted for excess a second time, we might’ve made it, but as it was, it turned into an Indonesian soap opera of nice smiles and ‘wait 15 minutes’. It went on for eight hours. We all had out moments of losing it, but resigned into the fact that we were overnighting again.
Checking into our room we bumped into some surfers in the room next to us, who were less than impressed upon hearing that we rode sup’s. Apart from the disdain in the way they said ‘sup’, we began to understand how small the planes were and it looked like someone was going to be disappointed with the swell due to be arriving the next morning.
