Zzzz….
Nothing much to say here, except that I have bought some nail polish and am looking forward to experimenting on my poor defenseless nails. Mwaha.
Jakarta – One small step for Kae, a giant one attempting to run away
Finally here in Indonesia. Pretty much a smooth flight from Brunei and nothing much worried me... until we entered the airport.
I don't know... the air here is pretty foul and I had to resort to the inhailer since breathing became labourious. The airport is kinda creepy... something like the offspring between a wannabe street with a garage lot.
Immigration had a hiccup; we'd been given Indonesian entry cards so we had to go back of the line to fill in the proper ones. But hey, had a nice chat with the immigration officer and he told me of which malls to hit and where to hang out, so he's a nice guy.
But oh my god, the moment we headed out of the airport the "creepy" feeling blossomed into full fledged OMHWHATTHEHELLAMIDOINGHERESOMEONEGETMEOUT. Random taxi guys kept coming up to us lying about how the transport we had won't be arriving so they'll take us to the hotel instead. Then even more random guys came up trying to help our bags into the proper car (that my uncle, bless him, had sent for us) and then trying to make us pay for their efforts.
When we got to the hotel it's not that bad. We're in the pent house apartment of the Ascott hotel so it's really nice. I was kinda relieved when I saw there's security guards, which was followed with a minor attack of, "WAIT THEY HAVE GUNS. WHY WOULD THEY NEED GUNS?!"
But hey. Now I'm in my (or rather, my parents) room waiting for the drugs to hit me and send me into blissful oblivion.
Till the next freakout. Laters.