When you walk ‘air side’ at Bali airport you are suddenly surrounded by luxury products. It’s as if you’ve walked into a mini Selfridges beauty hall, with a handbag hall around the corner. It’s a sea of luxury. With few staff in the beauty section. Which is not a criticism.
In the UK you’d be hard pushed to get your mitts on many of these products without first having to jockey with a stern counter assistant. Whose sole role is to make you feel that, only minutes before arriving at the counter, you crawled out of a KFC bucket in a gutter. But here it was, for all to use. However, it came at a price for me. Continue reading