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Leaving the boat
We get off the boat! After a crazy week in Kupang, Joey decided to leave Indonesia and to sail to Africa. Why is all that?
A sailor arriving in West Timor has to pay a deposit of 52% of the value of the boat to the Indonesian government if he wants to remain in the country. Otherwise you have to leave. If you sail without paying the dep and they catch you somewhere in Indonesian waters they might be taking your boat… You can probably avoid the dep when you give a nice cash “souvenir” to the Immigration Office workers. Joey didn’t to find that out.
During the week we went about 10 times to all those offices: to the Immigration for Anna’s and my visa, to the harbourmaster, to the customs – and all of them took a little money…o sorry, a souvenir. Don’t say the ugly word. Plus all the money we spent for cabs and helpful guides, there was a lovely amount in the end. And Joey was so annoyed to pay for everything, he just didn’t want anymore. He listened to too much people though as well…
The last night together is very sad for all of us. I loved to sleep on the boat, I have never slept better before somewhere else, I think. I will miss it very much!
Hello Mister! Do you want the Guitar?
I will never forget those great smiles of Kupang. Indonesian corruption and bureocracy can make tired of this country. But not Anna and me. Apart from the loads of paperwork that week we also had lots of fun! The people in West Timor are very friendly, open and curious. Not many speak English, but the few who do want to practice it. The Kids greet you with “Hello Mister!” (also “Hello Misses” but that was not so funny to us) and the second question always is “Where are you from?”.
They love to laugh, and they love singing and playing the guitar. Of course only a man does that. You wouldn’t see an Indonesian woman sitting in a bar with a guitar at night. A lot of the guys are really good singers. Some of them don’t speak a word English, but have a repertoire of at least 20 songs they sing in a perfect English.
Bemo – is it to loud, you are to weak!
Yes, they LOVE music. LOUD music! Karaoke we could avoid in Kupang, but we couldn’t flee the music in the bemos, the mini buses you have to use to get around the city for a small money. Every Bemo is a piece of art, gaudy, shrill and covered with slogans and images of sex symbols and stars. And a huge mobile stereo on 4 wheels playing Techno or Drum’n Base. On full blast! An unforgetable experience, thanks to lasting aural damages.
Making friends, climbing a palm tree and flying to the moon
In Kupang met Mick and Octo, and their family. Mick is an Aussi, living in Kupang and staying with Octo and his wife and two children. It’s also Mick’s family. I am very happy, we met you, guys! When we came the first time to the house, the kids were so shy and the dog hated us. When I went there the second time, the kids were running in my arms and the dog were licking my feet. So, I would say, I made friends there!
After a night spended waking with our friends, full of singing, Bintang beer and Sopi (a local type of homemade palm tree schnapps), Anna’s trys to climb a palm tree in Octo’s garden like a local, but has to give up. I guess, you have to learn that before you get 5 years old – too late for us.
Sopi, they say in Flores, is the cheapest way to fly to the moon. It’s true, it is cheap with only $ 1.50 for a 1.5 liter (plastic) (water)bottle, and you fly to the moon with it cause it’s very strong, so strong that even the locals mix it with water or juice. You are flying high without having a headache the next day. But sometimes, you touch down on a trunk of a palmtree – or end up the afternoon in a hotel …
I will never forget those ten days in Kupang, and the people I met there! They are a very good reason to come back to Timor one day.
Anna’s leaving Kupang to Flores on Sunday by ferry (like a local, but she’s the only white on the boat), and I stay four more days in West Timor cause I want to go to that nice white beach at the fishing village Tablolong, close to the city, and meet some locals again we met .
Before I leave Kupang by plane to follow Anna to Flores, I am invited to an original Indonesian wedding party, and try Dances from Timor and Kupang. I amThe last night I stay with Octos and Micks family and Octo brings me to the airport early in the morning. I hope, he made it back to the petrol station cause we were almost out of fuel arriving at the airport.
Check in, Timor-like
Ok, there are queues, and also everybody stand in the line, but the closer they come to the check in counter the more each of them wants to be the first… Than there is no queue anymore, everybody pushes and waves with his ticket over the counter hoping the worker there will choose him before the others, and between all the legs is all the luggage. It is chaotic, and it takes so much more time to check in. Somebody should tell them… I was happy enough to make it to the plane 10 minutes before the departure!