In the different parts of the world local people called me: ferenj, yovo, khaladja… Here in East Timor – when I am passing the villages the kids call me: MALAY, MALAY!
I was staying almost 2 hours at the outskirts of Baucau waiting for the transport heading further east – to Los Palos. Fortunately there was mikrolet (thet’s hoe they call here crowded, crampy public microbuses) going east. I wanted to see Los Palos – once colonial town – now destroyed with many abandoned buildings. the main attraction is catholic church with national-style roof…
Then I found NISSAN truck going to Tutuala – the village on the eastern tip of Timor Island. 32 km of bumpy road. In the villages single samples of Fataluku-style houses – the locals do not care to preserve this interesting national style.
Do you remember my stay on Tutuila-American Samoa?
Now I visited Tutuala – the village with he nice view of the Timor Sea. Little pousada offers there overnight stay for 5 USD.
The beach is 8 km down… One more very remote place…
