The flight home. A gazillion times better than the flight to Denpasar; Cleo vomited in the check-in line, and another ten or so times on the plane. She arrived at Denpasar in a nappy, everything else had to be binned! Aaron and I stank (no change of clothes for us...) and Max was gagging every time he smelt a whiff of vomit. Oh joy. The plane crew told us we couldn't disembark until the Indonesian authorities confirmed Cleo was not a risk to national health and well-being... but after waiting and waiting and waiting, no-one showed up, so we were allowed to leave the plane! Cleo's tummy bug soon passed to Max, then me... thankfully, by day 3, we were all well again! It was not a pretty start to our holiday! |