Bule Situations: Lock Out!

By Wombat | February 20th, 2006 | 9 Comments »

That lady of mayhem, insane travel and laughs, Natalie Gamble, has come up with a situation that, if I saw it occur, would have left little to the imagination!.

I have some really fond memories of my two trips to Bali. But the one that stands out the most in my head is my first trip and the very first day.

After sleeping most of the flight from Perth to Bali my sister Debbie woke me up when the island came into view from the planes windows, and the excitement kicked in and my dream became a reality.

After going through all the airport business we were on our way to the Hotel Bounty, and I was like a kid in a candy shop, Debbie wave to go here and we have to go there and all she could tell me was to “Settle down relax we are here for 10 days”.

We arrived at the hotel checked in and were taken to our room on the third floor of the hotel and, the stairs were really shitty. We dropped our bags and I went outside on to the balcony to have a smoke and ring home to let Dad, the boyfriend and the kids know that we had arrived in one piece.

Debbie came outside to join me and had closed the door behind her to keep the cool air in not realizing that it was a self locking door. We were sitting out on our balcony having a chat and deciding on what we were going to do first. Debbie asked me if I wanted a drink. So off she went to get the drink, but came across a very big problem, the door would not open.

Well she look at me, said a few course words, and I laughed, this did not help the matter as Debbie got a bit pissed off with herself, she thought that she had ruined my first trip overseas and all I could do was laugh.

So I got on the phone again (the wonders of mobiles) and called home to try and get the number of the hotel from my boyfriend Doug, and even the number he gave to me was the wrong one (well so I thought, I rang the right number but kept forgetting the area code) so I went, bugger this, and started yelling down to some people that I could see just below us.

After yelling for and hour and a half I worked out that these people were Balinese and did not speak English, they just kept looking at me, smiled and waved hello. So I sat down, had another smoke and tried to work out what the hell we were going to do, and, Deb was getting shittier by the minute.

We had a room next to us that was empty so I hoisted up my skirt and over to their balcony I went to see if I could get someone’s attention, and bingo I got it, yelling down to one of the hotel staff that we had locked ourselves out of our room. They went off to get some help for us and I climbed back over to our balcony and waited.

Half an hour later and we had someone from reception and hotel security standing in our room letting us back in and asking for some ID to make sure that it was us.

After dinner that night when we got back to our hotel Debbie told me to ask if we were able to have a ground floor room because she did not like the stairs ( I didn’t like them much either) but I wondered if it was because she did not want to lock us out again.

By Natalie Gamble