We taxi to our parking bay near the domestic terminal and deplane, then board a bus that will take us on the short journey to the international arrivals terminal. I guess I should tell you something for nothing here. Pat and I first met when we were just 13 years old and going to high school and that is now 50 years ago, however I still get a warm fluffy feeling of delight overtake me when I see a look of excitement and pleasure invade her countenance. It happens every time we go to Bali. I can see by the pure delight that beams from her face that the cares of any tomorrows will surely wait until this day is well and truly done, as her eyes, ears and nose observe and draw in the welcoming sights, sounds and smells that are so much part of the magic of Bali. I witness a softening contentment in the brides eyes and that alone will always make this Island of the Gods so special to me. Believe me, after so many years of putting up with me she deserves every bit of contentment and joy that may come her way. There is no other international flights in at the same time as us so it is in a very short time that our VOA's are paid and we are through immigration and waiting on our luggage, which is also off very quickly. We are met at the carousel by Nyoman, an agent for Island Bound Travel, who is there to provide us with transport. We explain that we did not include transport in our package as we have our own waiting for us but we do however have transport vouchers. We hand over the vouchers and compensate him so that he is not out of pocket. He assures us that he is quite happy and wishes us a pleasant stay in Bali. We are through customs in about 2 minutes and out onto the concourse where we are met by our ever smiling long time friend and driver, Wayan Ranu, his wife and two gorgeous children (our second adopted Balinese family). After the usual animated and excited reunion and chit chat we are soon on our way to the Gazebo Hotel in Sanur, where we are welcomed as old friends and regular guests.