Timor Times 'I began this project quite unaware of what I'd really taken on.' tag:travellerspoint.com,2008-11-11:/blog/?domain=timortimes 2009-10-02T01:27:16Z timortimes img/travel-blog-feed.png And the rains came down tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-10-01:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=282&entryid=178077 2009-10-02T01:27:16Z 2009-10-02T01:27:16Z It’s rained twice this week and once last week – it’s raining now, that’s what prompted this – do you think the wet season might have begun really, really early? It’s weird to have come here to greet the rain and then have the rain see me out. ... It’s rained twice this week and once last week – it’s raining now, that’s what prompted this – do you think the wet season might have begun really, really early?

It’s weird to have come here to greet the rain and then have the rain see me out.

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Suspended due to technical difficulties tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-10-01:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=281&entryid=178076 2009-10-02T01:25:25Z 2009-10-02T01:25:25Z For the last three weeks, we’ve had power outages in my suburb every day, averaging about 4 hours in length. They’ve been more frequent at work, too (as I write this, we had our longest outage I’ve known of at the Palacio today). The word around Dili is that there are five generators for the area, one died, and there’s no backup, so there isn’t enough power for Dili all the time. Sometimes there are two outages a day; sometimes ... For the last three weeks, we’ve had power outages in my suburb every day, averaging about 4 hours in length. They’ve been more frequent at work, too (as I write this, we had our longest outage I’ve known of at the Palacio today). The word around Dili is that there are five generators for the area, one died, and there’s no backup, so there isn’t enough power for Dili all the time. Sometimes there are two outages a day; sometimes it’s just half an hour; quite often it’s between 5.30 and 9.30pm, which is no good if those are the only four hours in the day (other than the hour of getting up in the morning) you actually need and want electricity. I’ll get home, be informed the power just went off, lie on the floor sweating and pretending to read a book but actually just being annoyed the power is off, and then when I go to bed – bam – two minutes to 15 minutes after I’ve gone to bed, around 9.15 (because what point is there in staying up if there’s no lights, computer, music etc) the power comes back on. Each time I stumble back out of bed to plug in my phone to charge, consider staying up for about two seconds, then give in and go back to bed.

It bugged the hell out of me at first but then I decided that was just how it would be for the rest of my time here; it was another test of my patience. I still get grumpy about it, but it doesn’t bug me like it did at first. Generally, even if the power’s off for ten hours it comes back on the same day or overnight.

So, this means computer time at home gets meted out and prioritised; which has meant I haven’t had much chance to write blog entries. At this point, I find myself with weird allocations of time. Work has gotten busier, I presume both because I’m leaving and because it’s a busy period with a lot of activities. Home is less busy; because I am the world’s most over-organised person, I’ve already sorted, chucked and posted a lot of things. I still have a few things to sell, and a few things to return; but really there’s not that much left to do.

I spend quite a lot of time trying to entertain myself with the books I have left, working on my thesis, but in reality I’m quite bored and so I’m focusing on the next part of my life. It is not what I thought it would be by any stretch of the imagination and I’m still trying to find a way to work with that. But whatever I do with my own time – because my work life is reasonably clear – at least it will have decent bathrooms and 24 hour electricity and internet like whoa.

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Happy Fathers’ Day, Dad tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-09-05:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=280&entryid=174513 2009-09-06T06:48:50Z 2009-09-06T06:48:50Z I’m skipping a few days (will catch up later) to make a special trip in to the internets to say Happy Fathers’ Day to my dad, the staunch, the wonderful, the terribly talented with his hands. I meant it when I said I needed you to make a fence for my house when I buy my first property! Lots of love, Kate ... I’m skipping a few days (will catch up later) to make a special trip in to the internets to say Happy Fathers’ Day to my dad, the staunch, the wonderful, the terribly talented with his hands. I meant it when I said I needed you to make a fence for my house when I buy my first property!

Lots of love,

Kate

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Just a thought on government nepotism tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-09-05:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=279&entryid=174511 2009-09-06T06:47:41Z 2009-09-06T06:47:41Z Every-bloody-one in this country is related; I don’t see how they can *avoid* nepotism, or the appearance of it, even. Especially when you realise that the people with money and power only form about 5% at best of the population anyway. ... Every-bloody-one in this country is related; I don’t see how they can *avoid* nepotism, or the appearance of it, even. Especially when you realise that the people with money and power only form about 5% at best of the population anyway.

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‘Tour de Dili’, Independence Anniversary Referendum tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-09-05:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=278&entryid=174510 2009-09-06T06:46:37Z 2009-09-06T06:46:37Z Well. The day of of the tenth anniversary of the referendum for independence, and all the aftermath. I didn’t manage to find out about any of the official events in time, but I wouldn’t have gone anyway – besides the usual difficulty of transport, I’ve been to plenty of long speeches here. It was enough to be in Dili, East Timor on this day. So I took myself on my own tourist walk around Dili, to contribute some more tourist ... Well. The day of of the tenth anniversary of the referendum for independence, and all the aftermath. I didn’t manage to find out about any of the official events in time, but I wouldn’t have gone anyway – besides the usual difficulty of transport, I’ve been to plenty of long speeches here. It was enough to be in Dili, East Timor on this day.

So I took myself on my own tourist walk around Dili, to contribute some more tourist dollars to the overpriced Independence trade expo and take photos around town. It felt a bit like when I was walking around Same exploring. In other countries, you would be able to get a tour guide who could recite bits of information about this statue or that building and sure it would be interesting; but here I kind of like that you can wander about at your own pace, see things and put your own stories together if you know a bit about the history of Timor and Dili. You can take more time here, skip a street there, stop for lunch when you want. And I love that sense that you’re not seeing something cleaned up and sanitised. Portugal and Indonesia have not been erased.

I had some good finds. I found another crazy Mary shrine, another crazy Portuguese statue, twin buildings which illustrate an important part of today’s anniversary and the aftermath and cleanup – one beautifully (ok, Dili beautiful, which means lots of bright blue paint) redone and one burnt out. I found an actual bus stop! (Microlet stop.) I also got some pictures of things I’ve been meaning to get for a while, e.g. four dudes hanging out the door of a jam-packed microlet. That should be made into a saying – ‘Fuller than a Timor taxi’ or ‘More stuffed than a microlet’, something suitably lame like that :D.

Lots of people spoke to me – everyone is so friendly and I know this, yet am still surprised. Bondia Missis! How are you? Sister where are you going? Good morning! Mister, mister, foti! Mister, Mister, LARI LARI!

You get good pictures just wandering about the street, people do ask to have their photo taken. My favourite today were the group of little darlings throwing rocks at an enormous swarm of hornets. They paused to swarm around me and demand photos, so I took a few, and then they resumed chucking rocks at the hornets... and this time they were successful... ‘Mister, Mister, LARI LARI!’, that was ten little boys sprinting down the street and urging me to RUN RUN! to get away from the hornets. I guess they liked me.

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Farewell tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-09-05:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=277&entryid=174509 2009-09-06T06:42:42Z 2009-09-06T06:42:42Z I’m aware that more people are reading this blog now than I can really keep track of, so I’m going to have to stop using names of friends in Dili, I think. Anyway, I spent this afternoon at One Dollar Beach* at a fabulous picnic with a bunch of, I believe I can identify them as, lovely AYADs and others. I’m sad my friend’s going :( but the nice thing about friendships in Dili is that the friends I’ve made ... I’m aware that more people are reading this blog now than I can really keep track of, so I’m going to have to stop using names of friends in Dili, I think. Anyway, I spent this afternoon at One Dollar Beach* at a fabulous picnic with a bunch of, I believe I can identify them as, lovely AYADs and others. I’m sad my friend’s going :( but the nice thing about friendships in Dili is that the friends I’ve made here are people I would want to know anywhere. So lovely girl, I’m sorry you’re going, I really appreciated that you were there with hugs or the right thing to say at a couple of crucial moments over the last 6 months. But I’ll see you again, I’m sure. :)

Anyway, about the afternoon. Apart from the constant bumping-into-people-one-knows Dili is a bit like Canberra in that you attend as many farewells as all other social events put together. It was a fabulously relaxing afternoon, with a marvellous spread, we have some talented salad-making cooks here (all the more talented because of the situation with limited ingredients). We stayed until sunset and it was a magical, with silvers and purples and pinks.

I really appreciate the friends I have in Timor.

  • Beach at the back of Christo Rei, or the Christ Statue. I really prefer to think of it as Christ’s Butt Beach.

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Probably not necessary tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-09-05:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=276&entryid=174508 2009-09-06T06:40:59Z 2009-09-06T06:40:59Z Turns out I did know someone in the Tour de Timor – another volunteer. And another friend who went to watch the finish said the crowd control was a tad overzealous – i.e. hitting and forcing the crowd back when they weren’t particularly doing anything more harmful than milling around. Oh dear. Not just Timorese forces either. ... Turns out I did know someone in the Tour de Timor – another volunteer. And another friend who went to watch the finish said the crowd control was a tad overzealous – i.e. hitting and forcing the crowd back when they weren’t particularly doing anything more harmful than milling around. Oh dear. Not just Timorese forces either.

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I swear everyone has been in a meeting with the President... tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-09-05:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=275&entryid=174507 2009-09-06T06:38:11Z 2009-09-06T06:38:11Z ...except me! Another example of how small Dili is: I called a friend (Timorese) the other week (she heads up an NGO) and she answered the phone to whisper, I’m in a meeting with the President, can I call you back? Um, YES. ... ...except me!

Another example of how small Dili is: I called a friend (Timorese) the other week (she heads up an NGO) and she answered the phone to whisper, I’m in a meeting with the President, can I call you back?

Um, YES.

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Chega Exhibition (trigger warning, describes violence) tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=273&entryid=173747 2009-08-31T07:09:46Z 2009-08-31T07:09:46Z I can’t go to the Posada in Baucau and stay there anymore like I was planning because I found out from the exhibition what happened there... it was a place of imprisonment particularly for women, women were taken there and raped and tortured. ‘Chega’ means ‘enough, stop’ in Portuguese. I’m not sure how empowering it is to use the language of one oppressor to tell another one to fuck off (cukup, jangan mean something similar in Bahasa) but I guess ... I can’t go to the Posada in Baucau and stay there anymore like I was planning because I found out from the exhibition what happened there... it was a place of imprisonment particularly for women, women were taken there and raped and tortured.

‘Chega’ means ‘enough, stop’ in Portuguese. I’m not sure how empowering it is to use the language of one oppressor to tell another one to fuck off (cukup, jangan mean something similar in Bahasa) but I guess it’s not the Timorese’ fault that Portuguese stunted Tetum’s growth.

Anyway.

The Chega exhibition is a museum of sorts, chronicling the human rights violations in Timor. It was a prison (the Comarca) under the Portuguese and also under the Indonesians. It was abandoned and basically turned into a farm with walls, until an organisation called CAVR was formed to chronicle human rights violations (‘lesser’ ones so that the court system would not be flooded but people, both perpetrators and victims / survivors, would have a way to tell their story and resolve the issue). There are timelines of Timor, the story in the country and its place in world history, there is a library, there are photos. The ‘dark cells’ where people were confined in the dark and starved, beaten, raped for months, have been preserved in all their their grotty, graffitied glory.

The dark cells also have a larger-than-life-size colour photograph of a Timorese woman with a blindfold over her face, naked except for a pair of stark white blood-spattered underpants. She lies on the floor while soldiers snarl over her. You can see blood on her body, blood on the floor, and their bootmarks on her body.

It is in fact stunning how many places around Timor were used as places of imprisonment by the Indonesians and the Portuguese. The Indonesians win for creativity though, using hotels and a museum as impromptu prisons, police headquarters, interrogation units etc. While I was reading the eclectic selection of examples, I thought of the Postu, that mountaintop broken-down Portuguese paradise in Same. How I looked at little rooms and worked out which were the abandoned cells. All over this land dead and tortured girls, boys, women, men have screamed; I hope Timor's version of ‘free’ today is enough for you now.

I do wish I’d seen this earlier in the piece; it would’ve been useful (and maybe I would’ve been able to get over the Posada prison palace and stay there). I love a lot of the buildings they’ve mentioned, they’re very familiar to me and they’re places I see almost daily.

The exhibition's ‘end’ has a garden and meeting space with ‘What will you do to preserve human rights?’ painted on the wall (in typical garish Timor style, in yellow with green outline) in Tetum and English. When I see these challenges I’m fervently grateful that I decided I wanted a career ‘helping people’, something I made up before I originally started working in development, and never dreamed it would take me to the kind of work I do today. I need work that helps people.

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As I left the building, I asked a woman carrying too much stuff if I could take some things for her. It looked like a lot and also she was pregnant, not that approximately half the adult female population isn’t pregnant at any given time, but still. We chatted in Tetum while we walked out to the gate (I love that I can say this, ‘We chatted in Tetum’). When we got to the gate, she said to her friend, ‘Malae ajuda’ which is ‘Malae helped’, in pretty much the same tone people often say ‘Malae bulak’ (Malae are crazy) in. But they smiled in a friendly way at me so I am taking it as ok that I helped.

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The Tour de Timor and the 10th Anniversary of the Referendum tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=272&entryid=173745 2009-08-31T07:07:02Z 2009-08-31T07:07:04Z OK. Sports – not really my thing. But the Tour de Timor thing is (I believe, after listening to Ramos-Horta talk on Radio Australia about how peaceful and stable Timor is now*) an event to showcase Timor, not just a bike race. Symbolic, like. It was also a chance for the national police forces to have a go running something (instead of international / UN police always being in charge). So I happened to get into work early on Monday ... OK. Sports – not really my thing. But the Tour de Timor thing is (I believe, after listening to Ramos-Horta talk on Radio Australia about how peaceful and stable Timor is now*) an event to showcase Timor, not just a bike race. Symbolic, like. It was also a chance for the national police forces to have a go running something (instead of international / UN police always being in charge).

So I happened to get into work early on Monday morning and (naturally) the net was not working. Neither was the aircon. So I thought I’d get some air on the balcony while waiting to see if the aircon could be fixed.

And, oh my, lack of aircon has never been so fortuitous before. I walked out onto the balcony right as the Tour de Timor riders rode past the Palacio do Governo (they’d started from the President’s palace, which had just been hastily finished and spiffed up in the last week – actually, it wasn’t quite finished, haha).

And I’m a sook, and I have super heightened emotions this year, so tears did come to my eyes when I watched everyone riding by, including the Timorese riders. I can’t imagine how tense the country must have been ten years ago this week, waiting for the independence referendum; and then the violence and destruction afterwards... I have heard other malae say this week that some Timorese people have said to them, they don’t feel that the parties and big events is what the 30th of August is about; it’s a time of reflection and remembering what came before. I get that.
But it’s nice how everyone can come for a (gruelling) bike ride and parties to celebrate, too.

  • SEE Mum, Dad, all those times I have told you I think Timor is really peaceful and stable, well now the president of the country is backing me up!

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At the beach again tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=271&entryid=173744 2009-08-31T07:06:00Z 2009-08-31T07:06:00Z We took wine this time (by ‘we’ I mean ‘my awesome friend brought and shared’). I may or may not have recited a Roald Dahl poem. Twice. It sounds funnier when I admit we had wine, but in reality I am such a show pony I would totally recite for people when stone cold sober. ... We took wine this time (by ‘we’ I mean ‘my awesome friend brought and shared’). I may or may not have recited a Roald Dahl poem. Twice.

It sounds funnier when I admit we had wine, but in reality I am such a show pony I would totally recite for people when stone cold sober.

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RENTAL SUCCESS tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=270&entryid=173743 2009-08-31T07:05:15Z 2009-08-31T07:05:16Z You may remember, I paid $544.75 to get the electricity fixed in my flat. My neighlord wanted to buy my furniture when I left. I estimated it to be worth $360. One of my neighbours (lovely, lovely neighbours) negotiated for my rent to be $100 for the 2 months and 10 days I’m left here, instead of $515. I’m a little afraid to say it in case a giant anvil drops on my head, but FINALLY. A teeny tiny little ... You may remember, I paid $544.75 to get the electricity fixed in my flat.

My neighlord wanted to buy my furniture when I left. I estimated it to be worth $360.

One of my neighbours (lovely, lovely neighbours) negotiated for my rent to be $100 for the 2 months and 10 days I’m left here, instead of $515.

I’m a little afraid to say it in case a giant anvil drops on my head, but FINALLY. A teeny tiny little break. Thankyou 2009. OK so I do not recoup the money for the electricity, but I was prepared to live with that. yayyyyyyyy

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Dili is not even a small town: it’s just insane tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=269&entryid=173741 2009-08-31T07:02:40Z 2009-08-31T07:02:40Z Before living in Canberra, population around 330,000 people, the largest place I had ever lived had a population of around 24,000 people – when uni was in session. I grew up in a small town (550 people), I went to high school in a bigger-but-still-small regional town (18,000 people at the time), and lived in Farmidale for university. Nobody is more comfortable with small-town atmosphere than me, ok? And yet, Dili (approx. 100,000) is claustrophobically small. It is simply impossible ... Before living in Canberra, population around 330,000 people, the largest place I had ever lived had a population of around 24,000 people – when uni was in session. I grew up in a small town (550 people), I went to high school in a bigger-but-still-small regional town (18,000 people at the time), and lived in Farmidale for university. Nobody is more comfortable with small-town atmosphere than me, ok?

And yet, Dili (approx. 100,000) is claustrophobically small. It is simply impossible to go anywhere without bumping into everybody you know. It can’t be just the malae population as I’m always seeing all the Timorese people I know too. Driving to interviews the other weekend, we were overtaken by the Vice Prime Minister (how do I know? Personalised Govie numberplates, baby), who we share a wing of the Palacio with. You go to the beach – doesn’t matter which beach – you will accidentally bump into friends who decided to go there completely separate of you at exactly the same time. I even have the somewhat disturbing problem where now when I walk to work people will randomly call out ‘Mana Katee!’ and I have *no idea* who they are but they definitely know *my* name...

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These are the moments that you come for tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=268&entryid=173740 2009-08-31T07:01:05Z 2009-08-31T07:01:06Z I never talked about here how proud I was of the CEDAW delegation. Apparently a lot of people turned up to their hearing in New York, they were surprised. I’m not, Timor is a bit of a darling of the UN and it was their very first hearing, after all. The delegation crowed a bit, apparently nobody turned up to Tuvalu’s hearing. Poor old Tuvalu. Hit by climate change *and* nobody wants to give them money to prepare for international ... I never talked about here how proud I was of the CEDAW delegation. Apparently a lot of people turned up to their hearing in New York, they were surprised. I’m not, Timor is a bit of a darling of the UN and it was their very first hearing, after all. The delegation crowed a bit, apparently nobody turned up to Tuvalu’s hearing. Poor old Tuvalu. Hit by climate change *and* nobody wants to give them money to prepare for international development reporting.

Anyway, they made it through, and the Concluding Comments are extremely useful, I think. I’m really pleased I got to be part of this process.

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I should just never *say* I’m taking ‘annual leave’ tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-31:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=267&entryid=173739 2009-08-31T07:00:19Z 2009-08-31T07:00:19Z Because every single time I have since I got here, I have gotten sick, for the entire period of leave. I know, I know, you can get sick when you’re on leave because you relax and then your immune system falls in a heap. I think that since this has happened every time I take annual leave here and then also other times, I think it’s more likely that Dili is actually just a really unhealthy place to live. Open ... Because every single time I have since I got here, I have gotten sick, for the entire period of leave. I know, I know, you can get sick when you’re on leave because you relax and then your immune system falls in a heap. I think that since this has happened every time I take annual leave here and then also other times, I think it’s more likely that Dili is actually just a really unhealthy place to live. Open fires, open rubbish bins, poor nutrition, tropical diseases on top of all the other ones...

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I hate you tonsillitis tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-30:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=266&entryid=173738 2009-08-31T06:59:05Z 2009-08-31T06:59:05Z Even though it is much more mild without tonsils, I still hate tonsillitis. It is ruining my fitness attempt in Body Blitz challenge by Physiotherapy Timor! ... Even though it is much more mild without tonsils, I still hate tonsillitis. It is ruining my fitness attempt in Body Blitz challenge by Physiotherapy Timor!

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On conversations about marriage in Timor tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-30:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=265&entryid=173737 2009-08-31T06:58:17Z 2009-08-31T06:58:18Z So while we malae all know that back home to query a person’s marital status, or even single / dating status, is quite the faux pas (such that I have seen clever advice in the past to get around this, e.g. asking ‘So, am I getting you into trouble by talking to you?” when attempting to ascertain the partner-status of a dreamy potential). In Timor where it is Opposite Land, however, it is a perfectly normal question to ask in ... So while we malae all know that back home to query a person’s marital status, or even single / dating status, is quite the faux pas (such that I have seen clever advice in the past to get around this, e.g. asking ‘So, am I getting you into trouble by talking to you?” when attempting to ascertain the partner-status of a dreamy potential).

In Timor where it is Opposite Land, however, it is a perfectly normal question to ask in the context of polite introductory chit chat. Hello, how are you, what is your name, are you married? It’s a conversation point, rather than cause for gasps and shocked looks. (‘How old are you?’ is another common polite-in-opposite-land question, which is totes great because it then leads to detailed conversations about whether one looks one’s age, and how one is REALLY old to not be married and have 5 kids already, at the tender age of 27. As if the Australian / Western media weren’t doing a good enough job already pushing that fear on everyone.)

So, I have had some amusing conversations about marriage here. My two favourite so far:

a. The guys who fixed my airconditioning took a fairly routine conversation (all in Tetum, she proudly adds, I understood it all) – ‘How old are you, do you have children, are you married?’ – to ‘Ah, not married. You should not get Timorese husband! You should marry Australian man! Timorese man has no money. Australian man work hard, have lots of money!’

...Thanks for the advice, fellas.

b. Right at the end of one of my first interviews in Baucau, after telling me I must not write only bad things about barlake in my thesis, one of my interviewees - a sub-village chief, so reasonably wealthy – that when he wanted his son to go to Australia and study, he could contact me and give my family lots of buffaloes. :cue wide grin:

So it’s lucky that I have an enormous extended family, Mum, Dad, you can count the number of my uncles and ask for heaps of buffaloes [yes this is one way of determining amount of barlake. Another way is to ask based on what the mother’s family received, but I think this way is better given we didn’t have barlake for you, Mum].

Based on my research so far, I reckon I am worth at least 28 buffaloes - that is, 2 buffaloes times 6 uncles, plus another 2 for my brother, plus some more buffaloes for my parents - and $3000, not to mention sundry pigs, fine material, ceremonial swords and jewellery. Awesome! We will make out like bandits! I sure hope this son is cute and well-versed in anti-domestic violence rhetoric!

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Beach beach beach beach beach tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-30:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=264&entryid=173736 2009-08-31T06:56:53Z 2009-08-31T06:56:53Z OK it is one of the single best things of this year that I can float about in the bay at Caz Bar, gazing up at the mountains, and then go eat a delicious lunch at tables under the trees, texting friends in the dead of Canberra winter. I have never been anything other than totally serious when I said one of the big reasons for coming over here was to escape Canberra winter. I <3 u Canberra, but man ... OK it is one of the single best things of this year that I can float about in the bay at Caz Bar, gazing up at the mountains, and then go eat a delicious lunch at tables under the trees, texting friends in the dead of Canberra winter. I have never been anything other than totally serious when I said one of the big reasons for coming over here was to escape Canberra winter. I <3 u Canberra, but man I can’t stand the cold.

PS 9 months since I got here; 2 months and 3 days until I land in Darwin and party it up at such awesome places as The Chemist and Woolworths and run about gushing about the wonders of 24 hours electricity, flushing toilets etc.

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A note on positive and negative thinking tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=263&entryid=172617 2009-08-21T04:36:52Z 2009-08-21T04:36:52Z On reading these few entries over that I’ve posted today, and thinking about various different conversations I’ve had about positivity and negativity, acceptance, etc, some more thoughts occurred to me. Sometimes here, what I write probably comes across as complaining. In reality, I’m just telling you what my life is like here. The reality is that it is hard and quite a lot of frustrating things happen. I am more patient and less frustrated these days when these things happen ... On reading these few entries over that I’ve posted today, and thinking about various different conversations I’ve had about positivity and negativity, acceptance, etc, some more thoughts occurred to me.

Sometimes here, what I write probably comes across as complaining. In reality, I’m just telling you what my life is like here. The reality is that it is hard and quite a lot of frustrating things happen. I am more patient and less frustrated these days when these things happen (e.g. did not worry about car breaking down as knew we would get back to Dili somehow) but perhaps that doesn’t come across all of the time.

I do try to stay away from unnecessary negativity (despite various bleating emails and phone calls when I’m feeling sad), but I don’t believe in sugarcoating and I don’t believe in pretending that things are marvellous when they’re not. I *could* say ‘Oh I had a marvellous time interviewing the other day, everything went really well and then the car broke down so I had this wonderful opportunity to sit on the side of the road for two hours’. But that would be an absolute lie and I would sound insane and not myself. Interviewing is rewarding, but difficult, and I don’t always receive the help I need. We were all exhausted and the car hire company mucked us around. My friend missed out on a social engagement she had in the evening.

Sometimes the important part of positivity is not an absence of complaint but the will to keep going.

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Also tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=262&entryid=172616 2009-08-21T04:33:49Z 2009-08-21T04:33:49Z More interviews... le sigh. I try everything and yet I can’t do much if someone says ‘I’ll help you find interviewees’ but neglects to tell me they have other work that day and couldn’t be bothered to actually find interviewees beforehand. Which essentially is actually them saying ‘I’ll help you’ and then actually just totally not. I learned another lesson: The car broke down not two minutes drive from Dili. Instead of sitting on the side of the mountain for ... More interviews... le sigh.

I try everything and yet I can’t do much if someone says ‘I’ll help you find interviewees’ but neglects to tell me they have other work that day and couldn’t be bothered to actually find interviewees beforehand.

Which essentially is actually them saying ‘I’ll help you’ and then actually just totally not.

I learned another lesson: The car broke down not two minutes drive from Dili. Instead of sitting on the side of the mountain for nearly two hours, we could’ve walked over the hill, caught a taxi and been home in half an hour.
Now I am battling the car hire company (they want me to pay the full price – I don’t think so).

Next time, I’ll just start walking. We realised later that the reason nobody stopped to give us a lift (we would have accepted one) was probably because we *weren’t* walking.

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SUCCESS tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=261&entryid=172614 2009-08-21T04:32:50Z 2009-08-21T04:32:50Z MOUSE IS SEVERELY DEADIBONES Sorry to be so jubilant about your death, mouse. If you weren’t crawling on me I’d think you were cute. ... MOUSE IS SEVERELY DEADIBONES

Sorry to be so jubilant about your death, mouse. If you weren’t crawling on me I’d think you were cute.

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Damn it tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=260&entryid=172613 2009-08-21T04:32:00Z 2009-08-21T04:32:00Z Caught a gecko with the trap last night. Sorry, gecko. On the other hand, mouse seems to have buggered off for a bit. This happened last time, too – gecko went for the trap first but the mice got done too in the end. *fingers crossed* ... Caught a gecko with the trap last night. Sorry, gecko.

On the other hand, mouse seems to have buggered off for a bit. This happened last time, too – gecko went for the trap first but the mice got done too in the end. *fingers crossed*

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Mouse Hunt Update tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=259&entryid=172612 2009-08-21T04:29:11Z 2009-08-21T04:29:11Z God, the worst part is that it crawled up my back – and I didn’t feel it until it was on my shoulder – so I keep wondering if it’s creeping up behind me again. Second worst part is that I caught it skittering around amongst the pans I keep in the antechamber (bit between bedroom and bathroom that serves as kitchen for electric stuff). WHY??? Mouse, don’t matter if you don’t like peanut butter, I will buy chicken, I will ... God, the worst part is that it crawled up my back – and I didn’t feel it until it was on my shoulder – so I keep wondering if it’s creeping up behind me again. Second worst part is that I caught it skittering around amongst the pans I keep in the antechamber (bit between bedroom and bathroom that serves as kitchen for electric stuff).

WHY???

Mouse, don’t matter if you don’t like peanut butter, I will buy chicken, I will buy offal, I will buy caviar, everything in these shops in order to get your little head down on that snappy chopping block.

People keep telling me I’m strong and resourceful, so I’ll be damned if that doesn’t work on YOU, you furry little bastard.

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THAT’S IT tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=258&entryid=172610 2009-08-21T04:24:41Z 2009-08-21T04:24:41Z The mouse just CRAWLED UP ONTO MY BACK WHILE I WAS READING ON MY BED It has never even ventured onto the bed before (while I’ve been in the room) MOUSE IS GOING DOWN I’ve got the knife, mouse I’ve got the trap, mouse I’ve got the peanut butter, mouse DOOM IS IN YOUR FUTURE ... The mouse just CRAWLED UP ONTO MY BACK WHILE I WAS READING ON MY BED

It has never even ventured onto the bed before (while I’ve been in the room)

MOUSE IS GOING DOWN

I’ve got the knife, mouse

I’ve got the trap, mouse

I’ve got the peanut butter, mouse

DOOM IS IN YOUR FUTURE

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Teh Intarwebs Are Not Teh Evil tag:travellerspoint.com,2009-08-20:/blog/?domain=timortimes&thisblog_entryid=257&entryid=172609 2009-08-21T04:11:45Z 2009-08-21T04:11:45Z I miss my friends and family. I’m used to being away from my family (albeit in better touch by phone, though) but not my friends. I guess if you read this, you could have worked that out; or if you know me, then you definitely know that. And so I am going to have a fit if I hear one more yammering older person on the radio (hello media of yesteryear) wringing their hands about how the internet is making ... I miss my friends and family. I’m used to being away from my family (albeit in better touch by phone, though) but not my friends. I guess if you read this, you could have worked that out; or if you know me, then you definitely know that.

And so I am going to have a fit if I hear one more yammering older person on the radio (hello media of yesteryear) wringing their hands about how the internet is making people’s language worse, isolating people, killing off their social skills, etc.

The internet lets me talk to my friends FOR FREE and keep in contact with all my social networks, in Australia, in Timor and around the world, in a way I never could if I were relying on the phone (ridiculously expensive) or on letters (takes weeks). It allows me to plan social events with friends. I write on this blog and hey, it’s fun for my friends and family. Sure there are plenty of people out there with poor language skills. But government and school policy, lack of funding, poor-quality teachers, kids who aren’t interested in learning, etc are what causes that. Sure there are people with poor language skills ON the internet, but they’re allowed to be. The internet doesn’t CAUSE that.
People can be isolated on the net but the net is a reflection of society – so maybe we should all start being nicer to each other – and other people formerly isolated, e.g. those with social phobias and particularly limiting physical disabilities, find the internet a wonderfully freeing, socially interactive place. Hell, I have friends I met through the internet.

So. Teh Intarwebs Are Not Teh Evil. Don’t like the internet? Try going on there and looking for something that *does* suit you. If you don’t like Facebook or whatever, you don’t have to use it. I’m not on Twitter – I don’t really like it, and I think that’s because I don’t have the kind of attention span for it; plus, I just don’t think I have time when I am already maintaining a net presence without actually having reliable internet, or internet at home. But, other people like Twitter, and it’s had some very important usages in the media over its evolution.

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