Arrive back with Wayan, I lay him on the cart. Eva tells us we’re in luck that they have 4 adjacent seats. Too bad, I was looking forward to putting Wayan and Niels together in the back of the plane, getting some good sleep.

We hurry to security, they close at midnight, but arrive 2 minutes late, they are closing and won’t let us through, direct us to the main security entrance which is 120meters away. A rather long walk for Julia who is carrying Niels.

At Security we are separated from our cart. Who knows, maybe Al Qaeda is putting box cutters in the carts? Immediately on the other side of security are lots of closed duty free shops, wondering what sort of weapons could be constructed from those materials. Broken glass wrapped with tape? Scissors? 2 inch pocket knife? Bah.

Wayan and I leave Julia and Niels at security with the bags, off to look for another cart. We find a collection of them about 100meters from security, but they cost another $1.50 in change that we don’t have. We walk back to give Julia the unhappy news.

Lo! There is an electric cart idling at security, I ask what it takes to get a ride. The guy says “hop in” and drives us 200meters back to the escalator that leads to our gate. Wow, that was fortunate, and better than a cart. Wayan loved riding on it. Escalator leads to underground train, we sit in front and zoom through the tunnels to our gate.

We arrive at the gate at 12:30am, so look forward to a 2.5 hour wait. Niels is situated on the floor under the comfy airport seats with my jacket as a pillow. Time passes.

The Eva rep that found us the adjacent seats comes by, asks to see our tickets, checks to be sure that our original seats were not adjacent. Says something like “I want to be sure, I don’t want to get in trouble.”