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 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 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…