I got up at 5.30am and woke Edd up, we could check in and go to the mini city to find more comfortable seats to sleep on. We repacked our bags, which turned out to not be a mission at all, and Edd considered the outside pockets of his large backpack, concerned that we were going to Indonesia and the pockets did not lock - what if someone tried to smuggle something in one of them and he got caught and shot. He opened them up to see what was already inside and whipped out a green bag; my heart skipped a beat as I thought it was dagga or something equally sinister that he been put in without our knowledge (where or when we wouldn't be sure, these were not pockets he used because of the fact that they did not lock) He, however, had a huge smile on his face: it was the missing $80! He'd lost it in Otres, Cambodia and had beaten himself up about it as we'd assumed he'd either been pick pocketed or gone swimming with it in his costume and it had fallen out. I had not blogged about it as he was devastated for losing the money. I assured him at the time that it would turn up somewhere random, when we weren't looking for it, but desperately needed it. (I was not sure how this would happen at the time, as we'd gone through all his pockets - well, we thought we'd gone through all of them. Clearly not). He developed a spring in his step and suddenly the world was filled with happiness and rainbows: he had found the missing money and all was right with the world. We had taken a large number of flights, trains, boats and buses with the money in an easy place to steal - we clearly had some super guardian angels watching over us, thats for sure. We brushed our teeth while we still had our back packs and then checked with their machines; we even did the bag drop bit ourselves, attaching the bag tags and having them scanned by machines overhead. Pretty cool.

We went through immigration and the lines were empty - Edd always won this game, so I shot to an officer who was empty and he gave me a quizzical frown; I explained the situation and that I'd never gone through immigration faster than Edd, who I pointed to. He understood the severity of the situation, scanned my passport, stamped my out quickly and shouted 'GO!' I won. For the first time on our trip, I won't the immigration game!

We'd spotted comfy couches from 'the other side' and headed in the direction of them after going through security again. We stopped and had our photo taken at a social tree, which was quite fun considering it was 6am and we had only had about 3 hours sleep at most. We then got wifi passwords from the information desk, which gave us 8 continuous hours of free wifi, bonus. What a pity it was midnight where our people were.

We got comfy on the couches and I attempted to blog for a bit while I watched the sun rise. After about 20 minutes I gave up, being far too tired; I got my sleeping bag liner out and climbed in, sleeping until Edd kissed me awake at 9.30am. He needed to go to the bathroom and I stated that he should not come back without a coffee in his hand; I did not care how much it cost. It was a matter of life and death.

He came back with an exceptionally large coffee, which woke me up nicely; he folded our liners and we packed up our small bags. There was a Victorias Secret just across from where we'd been sleeping, but we were so tired when we'd arrived at stupid o'clock in the morning, that I had missed it. I must have been more tired than even I realised. We walked around the shops for a bit, ate the muffins we'd bought in the pastry shop in KL the night before and then made our way to our boarding gate, it was time for our next flight.

We boarded the plane, having booked bulk head seats, which put us in the front row. I got the laptop ready with my mp3 player and Edd got my iPad - the flight was 2.5 hours and I had serious amounts of blogging to do, I was going to get up do date on this flight if it killed me; Edd was going to play Mexican trains to entertain himself.

The blogs were up to the minute updated and I put the laptop away; we were 20 minutes out of Bali anyway, so it was perfectly timed. Edd spotted a mountain that was in line with our plane, we wondered what it was called and how high it was, we were in decent so it was about 30 000ft above sea level, at an educated guess.

We landed at 4.30pm and I was so excited I thought I might burst. We had been sitting in row 1, so were the first off the plane. Edd's folks had most probably arrived before us, so we weren't sure what they'd done and if they'd received our messages saying our flight had been delayed.

We were the first through immigration and out the other side, running to the baggage collection area which hadn't been switched on yet. Edd managed to link up to the free internet and got hold of his parents; who had already left. b*****. They had gone through and not seen us, so figured we'd gone off to the hotel ahead of them, having not had internet to receive our messages or checked the board to see that we hadn't landed. The issue we had was that we hadn't paid any attention to where we were staying, so although there were millions of taxi drivers around, we hadn't any idea where they should take us!

Edd's mum then organised a taxi for us through the company they'd booked in England, and after going to information and having them called over the loud speaker, we were whisked away by a small, friendly Balinese man who put us in a taxi with a different guy and bade farewell.

It was a 30 minute ride to our hotel (which we still didn't know the name of) and were driven up a beautifully lit driveway to the reception area, where we were greeted with another friendly smile, but still no parents.

The receptionist called them to let them know we were here and we were gonged in. They appeared from a path parallel to the driveway, freshly washed with big smiles; we hadn't seen them in 3 months but it felt like we'd said goodbye to them at the airport in Gatwick yesterday..!

We were shown to our rooms, which were beautiful and absolutely enormous: the bathroom was so big you could put a bed in it and sleep there - it was quite an improvement on most of the places we'd been staying in the last 3 months, the ceiling wasn't caving in, there was no mould growing up the walls and you couldn't take a shower and have a wee at the same time. I think we'll move in.

We dumped our stuff, showered and then went down to the restaurant area where they were waiting for us. We all decided to have the buffet dinner, you had to walk to different stations all around the restaurant and outside to see what they had and if you wanted anything, so we started with a clear soup dish with quail eggs, carrots and other items of interest; it didn't taste too bad, but I did pass my miniature eggs on to Edd.

The music started and little girls came out doing a hindu dance to the Gamelan orchestra; they were very sweet and well rehearsed, how they remembered the moves that they did was beyond even me, being a dancer. We watched them for a while and then decided to go to the next station and select the next dishes, rice and mackerel and a selection of skewers: lamb, fish and chicken.

Edd's dad and I then decided to try some of the local desserts and he chose a dish that looked like wild rice in coconut milk with palm sugar; I had little dough balls in coconut milk with palm sugar - I didn't like the dough balls in the end and just drank the milk instead.

The dancing ended and we were all knackered from the travelling; Edd and I had spent 5 hours on a tiled floor, so were particularly looking forward to a bed with a mattress. We were also looking forward to the fact that we were not going to have to inspect said bed for bed bugs. It's the small things in life really.