No tourists means your own personal beach.
September 27th, 2008
I’ve been in East Timor for 4 days now and I haven’t been kidnapped once. In fact, it’s all very quiet and the locals couldn’t be more friendlier. It’s certainly quiet on the tourist front. I haven’t met a single one yet. That’s okay by me, though. I get not one, but three stunning beaches to myself. I’m staying in a little bungalow on the beach in Baucau and I’m eating fresh grilled fish and swimming in clear warm waters. Well, that’s about everything I’m doing really. I’ve had to come to ‘town’ to find an internet cafe. I also came to town today because I went up in the mountains to the Australian army base (or more like shacks) to watch the AFL grand final. I was hoping Hawthorn was going to win because the large Hawthorn supporter sitting next to me was getting quite agitated at one point and he had a large rifle sitting on his lap.