After having Balinese Customs officers go through all my belongings, ask me about the three boxes in my luggage (which did not exist) then swab me with a magic wand that would show traces of drugs, bombs or other illegal items, I was the last passenger out of the airport.
Right there with my name in big letters was a Bliss Sanctuary driver – one of a small dedicated transport crew who I could call on to use any time for as long as I wanted. When I go out for dinner, the driver will wait for me. And a security guard will wait up to make sure I get back inside Bliss Sanctuary safe and sound.
So I arrive at Bliss, tired and slightly annoyed by the overly thorough Customs examination. Shar – one of the two concierge styled hostesses was there to greet me with a fresh fruit mocktail and a 90 minute welcome massage. Wow. That changed everything. Next, Shar invited me to the banquet dinner around the big table and to meet the other guests.
Sydney was already a long way away.
For my money, the SE Asian healers are the best in the world – Korean and Thai reflexology have no competition and Balinese full body massage masterfully realigns both body and soul.