On the weekend I had my first district-driving experience when I went to Gleno – the fabled home of my friend Heidi, temporary Glenoian but Melbournite at heart. According to my odometer, Gleno is 45km from Dili. It took me 1 hour and 45 minutes to get there, which equates to an average speed of around 26km/h. I can’t remember when I would have cracked 20km/h, but maybe it was in the airborne periods as I was flying from pothole to ditch and back again.
Within the first 30 minutes out of Dili, I’d almost been run off the road by a government car, come way too close to hitting a motorcycle, and heard several discouraging sounds from my car. The air con is feeble at the best of times, so I had the windows down and could hear the car’s progressively louder groans as I got higher up into the hills.
I felt I was just getting the hang of it when I turned a corner to find the road submerged in water. Unfortunately my photo doesn’t do it justice – or maybe it just looked worse at the time due to my stress levels. When I made it through, I confess I had a bit of an Indiana Jones moment – 'don't call me Junior!' By the time I returned the next day, some local men had started fixing the road, for which they stopped me and extracted $5 while holding large sticks. It’s Timor’s version of Macquarie Bank.
Really, it looked worse in real life |
Give me a dirt floor wedding any day. But I’ll take a tar road, thanks all the same.
Cake, champagne and Tiger beer at the ready |
My plus one |
The smiles came later |
One of my stops on the way - to take 'photos' (ie. deep breaths) |
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