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 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…