Two months ago the husband and I had a short holiday in Bali. The best word to describe the experience - 'Mayhem'. In hindsight it was to be expected, what with a group of 19 friends, staying in 3 different places with only a few bright sparks bringing their mobiles.
It began 9 months before the trip with an email the husband received from a friend who propositioned a 5 day, low cost trip to exotic Bali for the sole purpose of surfing (Partners Included). The husband hastily emails me to ask "Can we go? Can we go?" My response, "Um..err sure." And just like that, with not much thought, on complete impulse a trip was booked. As the months drew on more friends heard about the trip and jumped on the bandwagon.
The trip is full of stories of adventure, death threats, being lost, corrupt cops, dodgy hired equipment, scooters and much much more.
But my story is quite different. It's not glamorous or intriguing. Actually it's rather silly and embarrassing. And I can now laugh about it because two months have passed. Requested from 'The MoonCake Couple', because it's not enough they've told all our friends but have asked for it to be written and told in words and published online. Why? - To fully cement our friendship.
I'm sitting on the plane in a singlet and shorts freezing. I swear Air Asia cranks the a/c to make it so uncomfortably cold that people buy blankies and hot drinks to generate more income. Thankfully I packed a jumper and long pants on my carry on. The toilet cubicles are miniscule and wet with puddles. I try not to think about what the liquid is, what with people's bad aim and it being magnified with turbulence. So I devised a plan. As the plane was circling the runway preparing for take-off, the lights were turned off. Being the midnight flight, most of the passengers were sleepy and soon after it was quiet and everyone's eyes were closed. I looked around to double check everyone around me was sleeping. All clear!! I placed my jumper on my lap, took out my long pants and began to unbutton and unzip my shorts. It's surprisingly hard while sitting down and trying to slide my shorts off while being modest. But the plan was working. I managed to get my shorts down to my knees. With my legs in mid-air, unexpectedly all the lights on the plane turned on. I pause in sheer panic unsure whether I should continue with the plan hastily or abandon the idea altogether and pull up my shorts. Whilst evaluating my options I turn around wildly to see if anyone is awake.
My eyes meet my friend's eyes as he's giving me a perplexed look in his blurry state of just waking up. I quickly face forward and yank off my shorts and pull on my long pants while I try pretending nothing is happening. A few moments later I turn around to see my friend explaining to his girlfriend what he saw. They ask me what I'm doing and in humiliation I answer. His only response - I saw your underwear.
*shame*
For a long time after we didn't look each other in the eye.
