After a 24-hour marathon flight on four airplanes, I was, as usual, toast upon arriving in Bali. At
the airport there, customs agents insisted on my giving them a bribe to bring in my gear. At first
it was just two of them, but soon two others joined them. We discussed this at length at the
public desk, where they pointed at the mountain of dive and photo gear I carried, but they
wanted to take me to their office for this transaction. I felt at a great disadvantage. I was the last
passenger and traveling alone. But I had no choice. They kept asking how much my gear was
worth and I erred on the low side. They didn’t want this to be a legitimate “import deposit” — I
asked for a detailed receipt so I would get my “deposit” back, but they would have no part of
this. Instead, they threatened to hold my stuff for several days unless I coughed up the money — $400. I argued but
kept my cool. They were civil but insistent. It was late, everyone else had gone home, and it became clear they were going to
get their “duty” one way or the other.
I finally got them down to $50 (cash, of course) and went away grumbling even more than usual after a long flight.
Afterwards, I took a $2 cab ride to the Ramayana Hotel ($42/night), a pleasant Balinese-style hotel 10 minutes from
the airport. The next day I headed to Ubud, my favorite town in Bali, stopping on the way at the Sea Contacts office to
stow my dive gear. I stayed at the Pertiwi Bungalows ($35/night including breakfast), which Sea Contacts had also
booked, to relax and blow off steam about the customs’ airport heist.