25 Hours

Well, we made it to Bali. And miraculously back again. I thought I would break up the trip a bit, to get a better sense of how it unfolded for us. To document phase one of the epic journey: Getting there:

We left on a Tuesday night after work and we flew on four different planes before arriving in the wee hours of Friday morning. Even accounting for the 14 hour time change, that is a long time to be on the road. We had a late night flight to Kansas City (2 + hours). After a few lousy hours of sleep in a cheap hotel we flew to Detroit (2 + hours). From there we had a direct (16 + hour) flight all the way to Hong Kong. We enjoyed extra rows of seats (never happens anymore) and extra attention from the flight attendants who were wooed by the kids. Stella was in heaven with a season of Caillou and Dora. Even with a bout of puking (maybe from all the milk, cookies, and ice cream?) during the night we survived. We were lucky and ran through the airport (after a Cathay ticket agent took pity on us with two small children bleary eyed at 1am and gave us tickets without making us leave and come back through security). And then it was a quick 5 hour flight to Bali. Non-revving is never easy. Traveling internationally with children without a reserved ticket is pretty crazy. But we did it.

fresh travelers in the SLC parking lot

first leg: SLC to MCI

the pack mule checking-in in DTW

DTW to HKG: two rows, leg room, good TV

bleary eyed in HKG at 1am

YES! WE MADE IT! SO relieved to be on the last flight

HKG to Bali. This pretty much sums up our travel experience