In the evening I’m starting to feel like I have a monumental hangover. Which is a marked improvement over what I was feeling at the start of the day.
August, 2008 Archive
East Timor: Part 2
When the locals see us they generally stop and stare. The children wave or squeal or shout ‘malae!’ or ‘malae mutin!’
East Timor: Part 1
In 2008 I went to East Timor with some volunteers from my high school to install an electrical system for a school in a village called Zumalai on the south coast. We brought over some tools and electrical equipment and I brought back a few words in Tetum and a cute little tropical parasite.