Dili dili dili Indo indo indo LALALALALA
hehehe im hereee made it to indo
well i could write a whole book about how bureucracy works, or how it doesnt work or how to make it work. sooo, if ive learned something about it, and hopefully i did because its been my major occupation the last couple days.., is that one has to be in constant TRANSIT… you know people look at you with mean faces, NO motorbike, NO motorbike no passport for motorbike NO go in my country… and then you say TRANSIT and then … their faces glow, you can see the shinny tooth (not teeth, tooth) behind the lips…
life in transit means that somebody else will deal with it
it means no custom taxes, and it means that their amount of paperwork reduces considerably… and that they can just relax and enjoy a cigarrette with you
well to get into timor it wasnt that easy, still transit but had to deal with port people, agency people, government people… but indo hahah everybody scared me , no pass morobikes in indo… and i even had time and confidence to make myself a couple of pics with the police officers
ahhh its great ahhh
SO…. this last week
TIMOR; was random.. its a mix, UN people in one side the rest in the other… its a weird country indeed, everything has to be redone, indo invasion left it all a bit burned and raged… but there was tim who showed me around, took me to a michael jackson party full of UN soldiers dancing to heal the world… was really really fun.. the police troops all fit and abexploting with the pale anthropologists all together in a pseudoaustralian type bar… reminded me of summer camp, in where the last day everybody has to make out with everybody because they will never see each other again… ahh good times, and good dancing too. no slow song at the end… but well fun fun to see… and annoyed i couldnt explore the east side of east timor which appearently was very nice but paper work took too long….but actually felt sad when leaving dili, one whole week in the same place it pretty much seemed like i had been there for ages, and its not to overoptimize people but everybody i met there was nice and chilled and good to hang out with.
and and and and today its little reds 30th birthday!!! she passed the 30 000 km barrier… i love her age counting because its relative to her work. So if she has a hard life, like she is doing now, then she ages quickly, but as soon as she retires in the arid lands of mallorca she will age slowly and calmly so yes! 30th birthday and i got her a new set of lights.. her old ones exploded some day ,so now she can see at night, which is actually pretty helpfull…
and now indooo!!well yesterday night i stayed at carmelite monastery which boosted up my spirituality, joined a party with 30 seminar priest students, had a big feast but at 9 o clock no more talking…it was actually good too much paperwork stress so it calemd me down,
well but now im actually excited , lots of people, lots of motrocycles, roads are crazy through mountains, you go up, you go down you go up again 60 degree hills that if you stop in the middle and only break with the front break you slide down… crazyyyyy roads stop, gravel beggins, road appears again… and tomorrow ferry to Floress dadadadaadadada the loong and winding road… the beatles hmmm the beatles
tomorrow music again, i made myself two days with no music when riding to adapt to the overcrowdness but now again musicicicic
today sleeping in a hammoc in a bar.. because the hostal i wanted to go was full, and really not too much effort in exploring kupangs hotel offer so the bar im at offered me a hammoc with sea views.. and it couldnt be better…
little red is enjoying the beach breeze and i will enjoy the mosquitos
we were made to be together
