Homeward bound: 1 horse, 2 boats, 2 planes, too many cars, and a humbling farewell
I’m writing this dispatch from the Manila airport. If Dante’s ghost ever gets around to doing a sequel to The Divine Comedy, I think this place is in the running for the tenth ring of hell.
Sorry. I love to travel, and I love the Philippines, but as I write this, we’re twenty hours into our long journey home, and we’re looking down the barrel of a four-hour layover, followed by a thirteen-hour flight to Los Angeles. The only upside to this madness is that we leave Manila around noon Monday, and arrive in Los Angeles at eight in the morning also on Monday. Time travel!
Our journey home began Sunday morning on Gili Air, when a man with a horse-drawn cart came to pick us up and take us to the pier.
At the Gili Air pier, I spotted a 24-hour Halal shawarma stand that looked promising, but we didn’t have time to eat because we had to catch a small boat to Lombok.
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