The Postman

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 [...]

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 [...]

Day two in East Timor and it’s not the locals giving me the willies but the Indonesians. You see I have to get a visa from their embassy here before I can cross in to West Timor next week, so I went there this morning to apply. “No motorbikes allowed,” said the man on the [...]

Well I’ve made it. I landed in Dili, the capital, this morning at about 7am and duly shit myself as every taxi driver in town tried to take me to a destination I didn’t yet have. I’d planned as far the wheel’s of the plane landing. They’d just done that. Now I was clueless. I [...]