After a glorious stint in Lombok, my friend and I flew back to Bali.
Settled into our cute new hotel.
Seriously cute - only 8 rooms in the whole place.
Throw all my loose things on the bed.
Put down the suitcase so I can hunt for shower items.
It is HOT!
I always lock my suitcase with a small padlock.
For security reasons.
But,
o.0
Me: I can't find the key!
Friend: What?
**flashback**
Key in pocket for safety.
Airport security scanner.
Put key in little box.
Put lots of other things in little box.
Through scanner.
Remove items.
Tiny key? No memory.
**end flashback**
OMG.
I've locked myself out of the bag.
=.=
Friend: Slice it open?
Me: Yea….I was gonna buy a new one anyway…
The bag basically disintegrated in the Gili Islands.
The handle fell off so when you roll it you have to bend like a hunchback.
But it's still useful.
But it's still useful.
Me: Hmm…maybe I'll try downstairs first...
I take the bag down to the lobby, quietly confident that the very friendly guys working at the hotel will have some useful skills.
Me: Hai...I have a problem.
Hotel Guy: Ya, what problem?
I put my bag on the chair and show him the lock.
Me: Kunci hilang.
Hotel Guy: Kunci hilang?!
Me: Ya.
Hotel Guy: The key is where?
Me: I don't know?? [d'uh - hilang, la...] At the airport, maybe?
Hotel Guy: O.O
He confers with his hotel friend - they say I can go to a shop tomorrow and open it - but then remember that it's a religious holiday and everything will be closed.
Hotel Guy: Wait. Maybe we try…
They disappear into a back room.
Come back with a screw-driver.
After some lively discussion, a few attempts to get the angle right and a couple of whacks,
POP!
The lock snaps open.
[well you were a waste of money. if it's THAT easy to open you]
Me: YAY! Thank you :) :)
Hotel Guy: Ok :)
I take the bag back upstairs and get out my things.
But all that carrying has made me lazy.
I swipe everything off the bed so I can lie down.
:O
Me: Chap…look what I found…
[hello there]
=.=