Stranded in China.
Found in Bali.
“I boarded the plane in Amsterdam without the slightest sense that anything unusual was waiting for me.”
In 2017 I flew Amsterdam to Guangzhou to Bali. The airport in China pulled me out of the immigration line without explanation. Three days in a hotel without a visa, without information, with a bartender who took me to see fake Apple stores in the rain.
When I finally landed in Ubud at 1am, a dog greeted the taxi and someone appeared out of the dark to show me to my room. Something shifted that night that hasn’t shifted back.
Eight years later I’m 67 and still here. The guides exist because what the official sources get wrong matters — and rounded averages from forums are not good enough for a decision this size.