Now we are talking! The easy traveling part is over. I needed that, but now it is time to a real traveling. I had already started to miss the less touristy paths. I have traveled through Flores, Indonesia, by bus and motorcycle and stayed in small villages. I am currently in West Timor, heading to East Timor (Timor Leste).
Rainy season, cold water showers/ buckets, squat toilets, land slides and road blocks, odd food, unreliable transportation, tribal villages, extraordinary views, volcanoes, green islands, hot water springs and waterfalls, friendly and hospitable people...
I have met some very special people on the way. Brian and Ros, young parents with sick babies manage their hard life with a power of love and hope. Jeni, an Indonesian divorced lady at my age decided to travel with me to Kupang in West-Timor, where she has family. With her I have visited many brothers, uncles, aunties and cousins. I have been quite an attraction, because bule (foreigner) is not an everyday sight here in West Timor.
Along the way in Flores, I met few some other nice bules, one couple from Lithuania and two different couples from France. We hired a local guide in Bajawa and visited traditional villages. William Doi is a name of that highly recommended guide.
In Timor I haven't seen any other bule yet. Besides Indonesian language, I have learnt some French. My motto for now is "C'est parti mon Kiki"!
Rainy season, cold water showers/ buckets, squat toilets, land slides and road blocks, odd food, unreliable transportation, tribal villages, extraordinary views, volcanoes, green islands, hot water springs and waterfalls, friendly and hospitable people...
I have met some very special people on the way. Brian and Ros, young parents with sick babies manage their hard life with a power of love and hope. Jeni, an Indonesian divorced lady at my age decided to travel with me to Kupang in West-Timor, where she has family. With her I have visited many brothers, uncles, aunties and cousins. I have been quite an attraction, because bule (foreigner) is not an everyday sight here in West Timor.
Along the way in Flores, I met few some other nice bules, one couple from Lithuania and two different couples from France. We hired a local guide in Bajawa and visited traditional villages. William Doi is a name of that highly recommended guide.
In Timor I haven't seen any other bule yet. Besides Indonesian language, I have learnt some French. My motto for now is "C'est parti mon Kiki"!