As most of the world knows by now, David and I, along with our four grown children are taking a trip to Bali come this May. Yes, I've sung it from the rooftops, tweeted it on twitter, statused it on facebook, and even did an ambiguous blurb on a previous post. The lowdown is that the four kids are going to fly from Houston to Bali via Doha and then back to Doha for a ten day or so visit. It's so rare for all six of us to be together and to have them as a "captive" audience is just about unheard of. Geez I hope we don't live to regret this. Anyway, I have all six plane tickets, our hotel is booked, and I'm working on a "pick up" from the Bali airport. My sweet friend, Gina, recommended Alex in Bali for any driver needs I may have. I've been emailing Alex back and forth trying to get a straight answer out of him whether he can accommodate six people for our transfer to the hotel. His response...
Okie dokie, Alex. I leave it in your capable hands.
Note: I have been to Thailand and have witnessed a family of five on a motorcycle (missed that pic but got this family of four).
Why would I dream Indonesia would be any different. Hang on to your hats kids, this might get interesting.
One final thought: Isn't it ironic how much I can spend on flights and hotels and then don't want to spring the extra few bucks for the hotel to arrange a proper transfer? Sometimes I just don't "get" myself.