As I took my first step onto the aerobridge, a golden wave of humid air rushed across my jet-lagged
forehead. I smelt the tropical air, and not the dry Fujitsu air back home. The sun shone through the
storm clouds and illuminated the wet runway, glistening with tranquillity. I was ready to soak up the
warm rain by the hotel pool than be stuck at home, pondering in my lounge room on a grim
summer’s night. I am free from my darkly lit house, instead about to party with a group of strangers
in the muggy rain. I could see myself having the best summer here in Bali!