The Postman

Right, a few people responded to my last email saying it sounded like I was whinging, moaning, complaining, which I suppose I was. Let me explain.
Crossing the islands from Timor to Flores to Sumbawa and then to Lombok, where I sent the email, was tough. Traveling alone on a bike you feel vulnerable. You have [...]

No piss off and leave me alone.
Seriously, this place is twisting my melon, man. Every single friggin step you take outside your hotel or down the road or over the hill you’ve got this pounding soundtrack provided by these Indonesian youths who sit in their little shacks or on their mopeds and harrass you. ‘Just [...]

Alright this is going to have to be quick cos the clock’s ticket and the money’s running out.
Yesterday the sun shone and the ferry ran, which meant that at last I could leave Kupang in West Timor behind and head for greener horizons on the island of Flores. There was just one problem.
The ferry [...]

I’m in a bit of a rush, so here’s two updates in one. Sorry.
The other day I said I was going to do a loop around East Timor before I continued on to England. Well I changed my mind. I don’t know what it was but as I started heading east along the [...]

Well call me a fish and send me up the river, for I’ve now been in East Timor a fortnight and don’t look like leaving anytime soon. Why?
Because while I’ve been waiting for Dot Cotton to arrive and then a parcel for my parents, I’ve sat on my hands and done bugger all. That means [...]

The package has arrived and I can finally set sail. The question now though is in which direction. West into Indonesia and on, or east around the island and back to Dili before then heading west. I feel I should at least see most of East Timor now that I’ve been here so long. So [...]

Well, I’ve been in East Timor 10 days now and it looks like I’m going to be here a little longer yet. You see I’m waiting for a package from my parents and until that comes I’m stranded. But it’s no ones fault but the useless buggers in the post office who tell me it’s [...]

Strewth it feels like I’ve been in East Timor a lifetime. Day 7 0r 8 or whatever it is and i think I’m getting cabin fever, something certainly not helped by these malaria tablets and the paranoa they induce. I’m almost certain the state think I’m a spy and are sending strange people to the [...]

Right, must type quick, only 15 minutes until the clock ticks over to another hour in the internet cafe and the woman collects another fiver. Very expensive here, but never mind because me and Dot have been reunited.
Yes, after much misdirection and bullshit from the locals who work the docks and the customs desk finally [...]