Brian Bait.
September 30th, 2008
It has taken a world-record 32 minutes just to open this page before I could even start typing my blog, so I still can’t load any pics yet (I will load in a pile of pics when I get to Indonesia in two days time).
When I said in my previous blog that I felt safe in East Timor… well, I was wrong. After spending a day swimming in the warm, clear waters of Baucau I spotted a sign warning that there were crocodiles in the water. I asked one of the locals and he said, ‘No, there are no crocodiles. Oh, except for one big one, but we are trying to catch it.’ The day before there had been a small goat tethered to a palm tree on the water’s edge. That must have been the bait. The next day the goat had gone. Either it had been chomped by the croc or moved because they now had human bait splashing happily around in the water. I did notice a few locals giving me a pitiful smile as I headed down the beach for a swim.