Today we touched the ocean. Waking up in Samé can be achieved by a variety of means. With their usual innate means of anticipating the sunrise, a rooster starts crowing. He easily exceeds the biblical quota of thrice well before dawn. After daylight becomes apparent, wakefulness can be had due to chickens on the corrugated …
We are due to leave and visit the next Congregation, named Simpangtiga. Led by our phalanx of motor cycles we drive some fifteen kilometers down the road. A group of about 100 people stand in front of a modest structure. They have twenty-five families and 268 souls. Again, we are welcomed in song and scarves …
‘In Samé’. For days now whenever we have made an admiring remark about the country we have been told to wait until we are in Samé. Timor Leste would have been far from the minds of The Hollies when they sang: ‘The road is long with many a winding turn’ but a better description of …
We back-track along the road, which in places actually follows the apex of the range. We can literally look down the mountain from either side of the car. Huts seems to follow this jagged line, clinging precariously to the peaks. As it turns out the second church we are visiting is on the intersection where …
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