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The "city of peace" to be
... ate some canned beans and garlic in the room and went to sleep. He said he might leave next year before the new election, as this was likely to cause many problems and conflicts. Our room had a pungent smell of garlic, but it kept the many mosquitos away. The next day the mission to get the visa started early - you had to put your name on a waiting list as early as possible in the morning, because only 50 people could be issued a visa every day. There were already ...
Flores and East Timor 2005
... the ubiquitous betel nut. East Timor is full of middle-aged and old women with blood-red mouths.
This was a pretty spartan hoiday in terms of accommodation. As I say, East Timor is not geared to tourism, and on two occasions we stayed in towns with no suitable hotels. So we slept in the local nunnery in one town, and on the floor of the community centre in the other. No complaints, though. A small price to pay for such an interesting trip.
I got on ...
Dili
... up to Dare - a distance of 10km and a 470m elevation. The climb up was steep and relentless and wound its way up towards at Dare. At the top we stopped at a war memorial to the Australian and Timorese troops involved in the conflicts in East Timor from the second world war and on. Graham and I spent a short time looking through this memorial and in true Timorese fashion the place was open and unlocked. The memorial had a large flat screen television ...
Crocodile Dundili
... and carried him to the sea. The crocodile, instantly revived, was grateful. “Little boy”, he said, “You have saved my life. If I can ever help you in any way, please call me. I will be at your command…”
A few years later, the boy called the crocodile, who was now big and strong. “Brother Crocodile”, he said, “I too have a dream. I want to see the world”.
“Climb on my ...
Roadworks
... road there was a step change in the condition – there were only 4 turns, but that took us from the road in Dili with pavements and drains onto a tarmac road heading out of town that was being repaired at points, then onto a road that used to be tarmac and was now half metaled and half dirt and rock, and then finally we were on the road to the village itself which was a dirt track that occasionally improved to solid rock as we traveled along the tops ...


