Bali to Darwin

 We had arranged for a shuttle to the airport. When it came to leave, the elevator was closed for maintenance. I went to the desk to complain, but then we just took the freight elevator that Paula had noticed earlier.

After we got to the airport and Paula told them everything that is (presumably) in her records about the scooter.

From the plane flying to Darwin, I noticed two things: First, heavily forested areas give way to barren mud-colored areas, with a sharp dividing line--no gradual transition. Second, looking down from the plane, every house seems to have a white roof. Possibly corrugated metal, but definitely looked white.

They wouldn't gate check the scooter, so Paula used a wheelchair to get to the plane, and again to get off the plane. There wasn't the usual covered walkway for getting off the plane, but stairs; and they brought a lift over for her to get down to ground level.

 From there, a young woman pushed Paula in a wheelchair all the way through immigration and customs and luggage pickup; perhaps a kilometer in total. It was made somewhat longer than usual because we had to get to floor 2, and the elevator button for floor 2 was broken, so it was another long hike to a working elevator, through a maze of secret passages and elevators--reminded me of Leipzig.

That young lady, and the other female attendants, wear the most flattering uniforms in a lovely shade of magenta. Sorry I didn't take a picture.

We got here, to the Palms City resort. The room is disappointingly small and badly arranged. Worse, there are two steps up to the room in a narrow passage, so the only way to get the scooter through is to push it ahead of me.

Paula in the room	Flower

We moved to a different room after the first night. The room is identical but getting the scooter onto the deck is easier, but still not easy. Unfortunately, the wi-fi is much weaker.