A Travellerspoint blog

August 2009

These are the moments that you come for

Thursday 20th August – 9 months, 4 days

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’

Wednesday 19th August – 9 months, 3 days

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

Tuesday 18th August – 9 months, 2 days

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

Monday 17th August – 9 months, 1 day

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

Sunday 16th August – 9 months

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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