Day 696: Yes I Awoke
27.11.10: But only because Dan woke me up. Groggy and sleep deprived I clambered onto the minibus that would be speeding me back to Kupang. Bye bye Dili! The minibus…
Day 695: Gadzooks!
26.11.10 When I'm done with all this, I plan to turn The Odyssey Expedition into a board game. The ‘Chance’ and ‘Community Chest’ cards are going to renamed ‘Shipping’ and…
Day 694: El Presidente
25.11.10: So what do you know about East Timor? Not much? Good. You must be British. Or American. Aussies will have heard of the place for reasons I’ll come to…
Day 693: A Red Background
24.11.10:Today’s adventures centre around my efforts to get a new Indonesian visa.Indonesia, being a bit of an awkward sod, only allows you to pick up visas at certain border crossings,…
Day 692: The Moral Landscape
23.11.10: What’s worse than having to get up at 5am for a bus? The bus turning up at your hotel twenty minutes early! And then beeping REALLY LOUDLY, waking everybody…
Day 691: The Authorisation
22.11.10: It was a 9am showdown at the East Timor Consulate in Kupang. Luckily for me, Simon and Chesa where there, and Chesa, being Indonesian, could explain my predicament to…
Day 690: Oh Dear
21.11.10: Kupang is a little dull. Here’s a list of my ten favourite place names in the world: Azerbaijan – Sounds like something a magician would say before pulling a…
Day 689: Kupanged!
20.11.10: A sticky and uncomfortable night on the ferry was compounded by the tuck shop’s (pot noodles and skinny cans of Sprite – it’s the same all over Indonesia) decision…
Day 688: Executive Class
19.11.10: Last night I stayed in the grottiest pension I think I’ve ever seen. Aimere is most definitely a one horse town as the only option was a pension down…
Day 687: There Be Hobbits
18.11.10: One of the things about living out of a backpack is that it’s so easy to forget things. I’ve probably got about one hundred items with me, ranging from…