|Traffic in Dili. For some reason, taxi drivers tape up half their windows. I think it is to stop glare. Visibility isn't much of a problem when the top speed doesn't usually go beyond 40 kms an hour.|
|At the Comoro Market, Dili.|
|The beach at the doorstep of Michael's place, and our home for the next three weeks. Fishermen pack up their boats at sunset.|
Today is day three in Timor. It has been relatively slow compared to the rest of the time we have spent here. We flew up on Sunday night/Monday morning arriving in Dili at approximately 07.00 local time. Not really knowing what to expect, our host Richard Bell, a young apprentice (sort of) for Michael Stone (who is currently on leave in Australia) picked us up from the airport. We arrived just after a storm, so the humidity was fairly low.. but that would quickly change.
Richard gave us a lift back to the place where we will spend the majority of the next few weeks. Marinir (It's next to the sea and about 200 metres from Dili airport) is a beautiful little spot. We are literally metres away from the beach. It is a suburb, but in the same sense, very rural. Pigs, chickens, and stray dogs roam the area, and children stair out from behind gates built of palm fronds, smiling and waiving and yelling out 'Bondia!' (good morning!)
Our first reaction was to wander down and talk to fishermen. Armed with our little phrasebook (which I have now dubbed 'The Bible', Ash and I made really broken awkward conversation with the fishermen. Ash had a bit of a nap, and I did what I do when going anywhere strange. Walk randomly, and ignore all the books and guides and DFAT website warnings.
I quickly learned that there was a school nearby, and that 'Malay' (pronounced 'may lie') means foreigner. As soon as a camera is visible, children flock in groups yelling 'Mister!Mister!Foto!Foto!'. Pretty quickly, the two kids who had yelled this out turned into about a dozen.
We went to the market, where we stuck out like a sore thumb. You can walk through the markets for hours and not see any other foreigners. Ash and I picked up some foodstuffs, and pushed on.
The past few days, Ash and I have been acclimatising, playing soccer with kids, walking around Dili and polishing our dodgy, embarrassingly poor Tetum.Tomorrow, the real action starts. I begin my projects..
There is very limited internet here. I will keep posted when I can.
P.S. - You better like these photos. They took an hour to load. All three mb of them.