So its time to leave Bali and my lovely under utilized beach front suite with private pool, and off I go to the airport. Travelling light was always my intention, but when the hotel concierge in his broken english asked if the rest of the family will be getting in the same taxi, I had to politely explain I am a lone complicated traveller, he looks at the 4 loaded bags and gives a shrug of the shoulders. Arriving at the airport there is no one to greet and help me, my excitement to leave Bali had got the better of me and I arrive way too early. After being refused entry to the airport for not having a ticket, I used my limited to non-existent Indonesian language and frantic hand gestures to explain I don't need one as I'm going to Wakatobi......ticket sir.... oh dear its going to be tough...after demonstrating a scuba diver in action they now seem to understand and within minutes a Sinbad looking guy with a funny hat hands me a ticket. Bags are gone (well 2 of them) and its pass security and into the retail section of the airport. After ordering an orange juice I was instead given dragon fruit juice, its going to be a fibre day! the 2 hour 30 minute flight was uneventful, I sat next to a box of food supplies destined to Wakatobi, the only thing missing was a chicken in a cage and a. goat tied up to one of the arm rests. After disembarking the plane, and trying not to look too smug at the crowd of guests waiting to leave, its into the car for a short ride and then onto the boat. After arriving in Wakatobi I'm escorted to my bungalow B22 through the coral sand paths and lush greenery.....I have finally arrived, I am home!