Hong Kong is an incredibly exciting city. The stark contrast to Christchurch from the second we stepped off the Airport Express is startling after a thirteen hour flight. The streets bustle with people, smells and noises. For a population of over 7 million, commutes may be a little cosy, as is the footpath and public
Situated on the westernmost part of China, Kashgar is unlike any other Chinese city in language, culture and ethnic makeup. Historically a major Silk Road trading post and the gateway between China and the West, I was intrigued by how little I knew of modern day Kashgar and the Xinjiang region beside the occasional headlines of protest and unrest.
Some weeks ago photos of the natural bridge in Venilale (Ponte Natureza) emerged on Facebook after a few friends went down for the weekend. Since then, a group of us have talked enviously of doing the same, determined to replicate these beautiful photographs.
Three pairs of thongs and four months later, I’m nearing the end of my time in Dili. Burger King seems to sense that our time is up and have cut down their burger options significantly. They say shipments have been blocked so they’ve been stuck without half the ingredients for the past couple of weeks, leaving their most loyal customer (Joris) quite disgruntled.
Three days after Christmas we set off on a big bike tour around Timor. From Dili we rode south to Same, along the south coast to Viqueque and back up to Baucau, covering approximately 450 kilometres over 3 days. Some roads were great and others more rough, but 450 kilometres was enough to leave us heavily sunburnt and sore, requiring 2 solid days of recovery upon return (before any attempt to remove ourselves from the couch).
Christmas day began with the sound of heavy rain and Joris muttering about worstenbroodjes. The rain stuck around for most of the day but the boy soon accepted that this was going to be a Christmas without worstenbroodjes.
There’s a ferry that runs between Dili and Atauro every Saturday. For $4 a head it’s less than a tenth the price of the water taxi, however in return you’ve got a cosier and longer ride.
Curious and keen on the savings, we thought it would be an interesting experience taking it back to Dili. The arrival and departure times are very flexible (as are most things on Timorese schedule) and we were told that our expected departure time could be 1pm, 3pm or 5pm that day. The advice was to listen out for the series of horns.
Barry’s Place is a popular eco-lodge on Atauro island. Directly across the road from the Empreza Di’ak business centre (Sentru Atauro Di’ak), we enjoyed our daily feeds there and made regular crossings to get to the beach. While I was grateful we had free accommodation with Empreza Di’ak for the week, I was quite envious of these cute little bungalows right on the beach.
Festivál Laloran was a youth-based arts festival which ran from November 25th to December 10th as part of the International 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence campaign. For the past couple of months I’ve been working with local NGO Ba Futuru in collaboration with UN Women and a bunch of other organisations in preparation for the series of events.
So today is day 5 of this island life. That means it’s been four days without a proper shower, four days of heavy repellant layering (even in bed) and despite this, countless mosquito bites and constant itching. But, the beach has never been more accessible, sunrises more beautiful and life this simple and serene.