Day 699: The Ruteng Clan
30.11.10: After dragging myself out of bed at 6.30am, I wasn’t too chuffed when I was told that the minibus to the next waypoint, Ruteng, didn’t leave until 8am. But…
Day 698: The Ende of All Things
29.11.10: So the ferry pulled into Larantuka port nice and early, around 7am. Now I just had the small matter of the entirety of Flores to get across. Cast from…
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…
Day 686: Here Be Dragons
17.11.10: Onboard my boat to see the Komodo Dragons were a couple of mad Italians from Milan called Franco and Frederico. The two-hour ride from Labuanbajo to the island of…
Day 685: A Bunch of Flores
16.10.10: The next boat that would sensibly get me to the island of Timor is leaving the southern port town of Aimere on Friday morning. It’ll take me all of…
Day 684: The Slow Fast Boat
15.11.10: The bus drove through the night, arriving in the eastern port town of Sape at 8am, just in time for the ferry to Labuanbajo in Flores. The helpful tout…