At last! After a grand total of 41 hours in the air and three airports, I’m happy to report I have made it safely to Bali. And the first thing I had to do was take off my socks. Skin is not meant to be suffocated here—or else you will.
So you think I am basking in the warm glow of tropical sun on the island of Bali? I am not. Instead I am still decked out in sweaters and scarves on the East Coast in Washington, DC.
What happened to my January 8th departure? Oh, the woe of visas.