We got scammed in Lombok, which almost made us stay another night in Gili Air, but we somehow returned to Ubud as we planned.
And I felt like home.
It’s been only a month since I started living there, but the place was already becoming my home.
I never expected in my life that I would feel so relieved by seeing Ganesha sculptures…Life is a mystery!
I sometimes think I am always traveling abroad maybe because I want to feel this kind of relief when I go back to Japan.
I could always feel like home because that's my home if I always stay in Japan…but I would take it for granted and never appreciate it.
I want to love my country. And to love Japan, I need to feel the relief, which I can feel only when I come back to Japan from abroad.
By the way, I left for Denpasar next day to pickup my passport, which was submitted for visa extension a week ago. (VISA RUN Part I)
I needed to show up at the immigration office on the specific day and at the specific time. (It seems if you pay some extra money, you get more flexibility for date and time.)
My travel buddy Tom was leaving for Australia next day, so we came to Denpasar together. And again I dragged him with me to complete my Visa Run.
Denpasar immigration office was filled with foreigners again…
There was no one available to whom I could ask what to do, so I went to payment counter as I knew I had to pay for my visa.
Dozens of foreigners were gathering around the counter but I still didn’t understand how things were operated there. So I asked a woman nearby and she told me that first I had to submit a slip, which was given in exchange for my passport, and wait until they call my name.
The guy at the counter…didn’t seem to be “working”…
He looked happy with talking with a cute female colleague…
Hello…we’ve been waiting so long…well, I’ve seen this everywhere in South East Asia, so I got enough patience by now.
I had waited for about an hour and finally my name was called. I made payment and it’s done!!!
...Or not. I was sent to another counter for photo and fingerprints taking.
Another one hour passed.
I was interviewed about the reason for my visa extension and my photo and fingerprints taking were done.
YAY!!! It’s done!!!
…I thought. But what I got was not my passport. It was another slip.
“OK, then please come to get your passport on April 11 between 2pm to 4pm.”
I can’t get my passport back now!???
This is how I looked at the moment.
So I had to make another trip to Denpasar…WHAT A HUSSLE!
And my mission for the day had not been completed yet.
Yes. I had to go to Japanese Embassy to pick up my old passport, which I lost and someone delivered there.
It was just 10 minutes walk from Denpasar immigration office but I never ever expected I had to visit Japanese Embassy…
The guardsmen were very welcoming with beaming smiles on their faces. They were so nice to me that I got worried what if I was a terrorist with an innocent Japanese face.
And Tom could get into the embassy with me without any problem.
Hey, what is this Dutch guy doing at Japanese Embassy in Bali?hahaha
I was invited to a small room where a serious-looking Japanese officer with my old passport was waiting.
Actually the passport that I lost was something special…it was not a regular passport. It was an official passport, which I was given when I was doing volunteer in the Philippines.
“So you were a volunteer and that’s how you got this official passport, right? It’s voided already, but you have to be very careful with your official passport…”
I was nervous because he looked very serious and scary just like any other government officers (all of them have the same look…serious, strict, blank face…with glasses, of course). But thanks to them, I got my old passport back! Phew!!
A few days later I did VISA RUN 3 and got my passport back! YAY!!
My visa was extended until May 6, 2016.
My flight to Sri Lanka, which I booked at the airport when I was flying to Indonesia because I was told I couldn’t enter Indonesia without a ticket getting out of the country, is on May 5.
Wow! That was just in time!!
If my visa extension had been done too early, then visa would have expired before the day I leave the country.
If it had been done too late, then it wouldn’t have been extended.
I had absolutely no plan, but I just did it at the perfect timing.
I guess Balinese gods are telling me that I can stay in Bali a little bit longer.