RamblinMe

MovinOnToFlorida

2011-09-03T06:55:00.000-07:00

Fingers crossed, this is a view of the canal from my new house in Hudson, Florida on the Gulf of Mexico. The big structure is one of my 2 davits for lifting a boat out of the water. Now I just need a boat! Closing is scheduled for Sept 27 and Kitty and I will start the drive from Santa Fe on Sept 23 and, hopefully, get there in time for closing and furniture arrival. It will be wonderful being back on the east coast with good friends! I am hoping the two storms heading toward my new home decide to veer off and go back out to sea!

The Ultimate Travel Destination

2011-07-10T10:17:00.000-07:00

This is a travel blog after all, and there can be no greater travel adventure than going into outer space. If you haven't been watching the live coverage on the NASA TV channel on your computer, you have been missing an awe inspiring adventure. It is like actually being there. The site also has videos of all the things you have missed (including lift off) and a schedule of live events to come. Today was the hook up of Atlantis with the International Space Station and I was there live as the door to the space station opened and the Atlantis crew floated in through the doorway for the last time. Throughout all of the filming - I saw the earth in the background, as I have never seen it before.

To log on to the NASA TV site - cut and paste the link at the end of this blog entry and travel along with this last historic flight. This is an quote from the NASA TV site:
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Earth Image of the Day
Atlantis Rides Into History →
On July 8, 2011, the Space Shuttle Atlantis lit its rockets and roared into space for the 135th and last flight of the U.S. space transportation system.
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Enjoy the ride! from RamblinMe

http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/index.html

Timor Mornings

2011-07-06T11:07:00.000-07:00

There is a rhythm that I fall into almost immediately after arriving in Timor.

First, we were incredibly lucky to have discovered the Arbiru Hotel on the seashore on the western side of Dili. It has become home and the people there treat us as family. This photo is taken from our balcony at the hotel.

Every morning at exactly 6:15 am the first outrageously loud rooster crows and sets up the beginning of an all morning competition with the 1000s of other roosters in the city. I can almost tell the time, just by listening to the number of roosters crowing.

Sitting out on the balconey having morning coffee, there is an "Apocolypse Now" phase when you see passenger jets clearing our roof to land at the Dili airport nearby. At the same time a huge cargo helicopter flies directly overhead, taking workers out to the oil platforms. Sometimes charity and military groups join in the air traffic.

As the roosters begin to quiet, the goats and pigs take their turn. All of these sounds were a bit startling during the first week of the first trip. After three trips, they are part of the rhythm of life for me in Timor - and I miss them.

Oops - Please Forgive

2011-07-06T10:26:00.000-07:00

As usual, I learn everything the hard way - so the animal photos to follow are both individual and combined in a photo collage. The lesson I learned is that you MUST empty your tray of photos before publishing your collage. Lesson learned.

The photo above is the cement wall along the beach highway in Dili. The little kid is looking out across the Timor Sea to a freighter that probably holds the tonic water that we couldn't find in our entire month in Timor. Because of all the red tape, the stores are continually out of something and that something is usually sitting on a freighter within sight of the harbor, like some sort of cosmic tease.

Stay tuned for future blog entries. The entries below are about the Timor Independence day Celebration held during our third visit to the island. The next sets will be about our trip to the eastern part of the island and also the crowning glory of our volunteer work - the opening celebration for the school library that we (mostly Doug) built. Before and after photos are dazzling - so stay tuned!

And Happy USA 4th of July! (and Miss Sandy's Birthday, Sandy and Adrian's Anniversary, Pat and Roy's Anniversay, Shammy and UBend's Wedding, and Lynn and Wayne's move to Los Angeles) from Ramblin Me

IntraSpeciesCelebrants

2011-07-06T09:54:00.000-07:00

Along with locals and Malay, there were quite a few other species that seemed to enjoy the Timor Independence Day celebration.

YesWeAreMalay

2011-07-06T09:41:00.000-07:00

This tiny little girl became excited when she saw Doug and me and started pointing and shouting "Malay,Malay." Malay means "foreigner" and we Malay are still quite the oddity. Out of 1000s of people at the Indepence Day Celebration I may have seen less than 10 Malay - and blonde hair makes me stand out even more. I keep joking about having a T shirt printed with "malay" on it, but I am not sure how the locals would take it.

AncientShade

2011-07-06T09:28:00.000-07:00

These massive cyprus trees follow the route of the harbor edge and provide much needed shade for the revelers.

HarborCelebration

2011-07-06T09:22:00.000-07:00

The major area for the Independence Day celebration in Timor is across the street from the Governor's Palace at the famous Harbor. This is the area where 100s of Timorese and journalists were forced to stand on the edge of the harbor to be gunned down by the Indonesians. As each person was shot and the body fell in the ocean, another person was forced to take his place. This celebration had a fair-like atmosphere but there also was a sense of history and remembrance here. In the photo Doug is heading off to another part of the celebration to take in the gambling and cock fighting. I managed to tear a ligament in my knee even before landing in Timor, so I spent the month hobbling around. Doug thankfully did all the exploring for both of us.

ProtectionAtTheGovernor'sPalace

2011-07-06T09:04:00.000-07:00

...and yes, I did ask their permission first. It is a good idea to always ask permission before taking pictures of anything dealing with the local Police or Military and any border crossing.

TheCutenessAdvantage

2011-07-06T08:51:00.000-07:00

The third band to play at the Indpendence Day Celebration at the Governor's Palace was an amazing group of 4-6 year olds who won hands down in the adorableness category. The stunner was that their drum playing was at the level of the high schoolers

OurCompetition

2011-07-06T08:44:00.000-07:00

This group came from another high school and their one big competetive advantage over St, Michael's was the furry crocodiles that some of their band members wore on their heads, despite the 110 degree heat!

UnexpectedEntertainment

2011-07-06T08:36:00.000-07:00

For every male at the Independence day Celebration, the highlight of the show was probably the gorgeous 6 foot tall drum majorette standing on top of the drums being played, and performing a remarkable shimmy in time to the music. Sorry I don't have a video for you, since it was quite remarkable.

ImpressingTheCrowd

2011-07-06T08:24:00.000-07:00

I was amazed at how big and complex the St, Michael's band is. It includes about a dozen bass drums, an entire squad of kids playing xylophones, a cheerleading type group that build 3 people towers, an entire squad of female snare drum players, a huge contingent of marching teachers, managers, and parents, and last but not least, their very own pair of photographers (Doug and I.) There are about 2,000 kids attending St. Michael's and I am guessing that the school was empty during this performance.

OurKidsAtTheGovernorsPalace

2011-07-06T08:10:00.000-07:00

One of the highlights of the Timor Independence Day celebration was that the marching band from "our school"( St. Michael's) was invited to play at the Governor's Palace. After almost 2 weeks of practicing, in lieu of classes, the band put on an amazing show.

HappyIndependenceDay

2011-05-19T19:07:00.000-07:00

The celebrations actually started yesterday here in Timor-Leste to celebrate 13 years of Indepence from the controlling Indonesian Army. Huge open air trucks were filled with screaming citizens waving flags, blowing horns, and creating traffic jams on the main Komora road. This is a major celebration for the locals and the expats have adopted a seige mentality. Expats are staying on the west side of Dili trying to avoid the enormous traffic jams, parking problems and revelry that has been going on since noon yesterday. For many, this is a 4 day holiday and everyone seems to be taking advantage of it. Doug and I have been asked by St Michael's College to take photos of their band in action today at a ceremony to be held at the Governor's Palace, (in the thick of the most conjested area). Hopefully we will have some interesting photos to share on the blog. It is a perfect day here - just the right kind of day for a massive Independence Day celebration!

HomeInTheAir

2011-04-05T15:21:00.000-07:00

When you travel over 12 hours on any one flight, I highly recommend using your frequent flyer miles to upgrade to business class. The seat goes all the way down to make a bed and you have your own little cubby hole to snooze away. On May 7 I will be taking my ninth Los Angeles to Sydney flight, and the fold down bed makes the trip a pleasure. Unfortunately they couln't do anything about the circles under my eyes from lack of sleep and sadness that the adventure is over, at least for now. I will be heading off again in 6 days; this time to visit good friends scattered throughout the east coast of America. I then come home to Santa Fe with a week to pack and get ready for the next month long trip to Timor. I invite you to join me for my continuing travels. Happy Trails from Ramblin Me

JacquiAndMoi

2011-04-05T15:11:00.000-07:00

Almost a decade ago I met Jacqui on a flight from Los Angeles to Sydney. She is a film producer who lives in Sydney. I am still awed by the fact that, after we met on the plane, she took a day off to show me my first tour of Sydney. My perception of Sydney will forever be colored by the wonderful hospitality she showed a perfect stranger on my first trip to her city. On this trip, Doug and I met with Jacqui in Sydney's China Town for Dim Sum. I'm still trying to figure out how she keeps getting younger looking.

AnotherSuccessfulFlight

2011-04-05T15:10:00.000-07:00

SydneyFlightSimulation

2011-04-05T15:03:00.000-07:00

I am betting that Doug's favorite experience in Sydney was spending an hour in a flight simulator. You can pick out the airports, weather conditions and other added bits of excitement as an instructor guides you through the take off and landing of a passenger jet in the Flight Experience at a shopping center in Sydney's Darling Harbour.

GettingAroundInDarlingHarbour

2011-04-05T15:01:00.000-07:00

MakeAWish

2011-04-05T14:58:00.000-07:00

A lovely little statue in a secluded nook in Sydney's Botanical Gardens.

MillionDollarView

2011-04-05T14:54:00.000-07:00

From the Botanical Gardens you have this spectacular view of the Sydney Opera House and bridge, where Australia's world famous New Year's Eve celebration is held each year.

ExoticPlantAtBontanicalGardens

2011-04-05T14:52:00.000-07:00

Didn't I see this in a science fiction movie?

DougHidingBehindElephantEar

2011-04-05T14:50:00.000-07:00

IdeasForTreeDecorating

2011-04-05T14:47:00.000-07:00

From a distance the flying foxes hanging in the trees at the Botanical Gardens look like Christmas decorations. Once you notice them, you see that they are EVERYWHERE throughout the park.

TheyAreFoxesNotBats

2011-04-05T14:41:00.000-07:00

I know, I know, they look like bats, but they are actually flying foxes and they are hanging everywhere throughout the Botanical Gardens. They sometimes get restless and spread thir wings to move to another branch. During most of our visit they seemed happy to hang upside down in the trees. I wish that I could say that this is a photo of live foxes (that I actually moved close enough), but these are stuffed foxes at the ranger station.

SydneysBotanicalGardens

2011-04-05T14:36:00.000-07:00

This was the biggest surprise of the trip to Sydney. The Botanical Gardens are on the harbor overlooking both the Opera House and the Sydney bridge. It consists of acres of beautiful exotic plants, trees, and birds, as well as perfectly maintained lawns for family picnics overlooking the harbor.

AmericanMeatPieEndorsement

2011-04-05T14:32:00.000-07:00

The outside of the meat pie stand in the next photo is covered in photos of famous people eating said pies. This one of Colonel Sanders chowing down caught my eye.

WhereToFindMeatPiesInSydney

2011-04-05T14:30:00.000-07:00

CondosInSydneyHarborArea

2011-04-05T14:26:00.000-07:00

You can imagine how expensive these harborside condos are, especially with a view of the city skyline. The entire first floor consists of back to back gourmet restaurants. The condo on the very end belongs to Mel Gibson.

TouchingWarMemorialAtTheHarborArea

2011-04-05T14:24:00.000-07:00

AustralianBirds

2011-04-05T14:17:00.000-07:00

One of the striking differences about being in Australia was that the most exotic birds can be seen almost everywhere. The cockatiels and parrots that we see only in cages in America, are actually considered pests in the city because of their large numbers and constant loud bickering with each other. Sitting in an open air cafe in Adelaide I was stunned by the noise and the beautiful colors of the red,green, and blue parrots fighting in the tree beside me. In Sydney, this Ibis was casually wandering around an open air market.

SydneyAndTheBigBus

2011-04-05T14:12:00.000-07:00

After visiting Adelaide and the beach town of Rogue's Point, we headed to Sydney, probably the best known city in Australia. My favorite way of visiting a new city is a "Big Bus" tour. It is usually a British double decker bus with an open top. Your all day ticket allows you to get on and off at the various tourist attractions. It is a perfect way to get a quick overview of a city on your first day there, and Sydney was no exception.

YabbieInMemorium

2011-04-05T14:11:00.000-07:00

MyFirstYabbie

2011-04-05T14:03:00.000-07:00

It is not as rique as it sounds!!A yabbie is a freshwater crustacean that is a bit bigger than a crayfish but smaller than a lobster. They are yummy! They cannot be sold in Australia but thank goodness Doug's best friend knows someone who knows someone. He surprised us with a bag of yabbies and an exquisite bottle of local wine to welcome me to Adelaide.I couldn't have asked for a better welcome.

AdelaideWineCountryTour

2011-04-05T13:57:00.000-07:00

The city is surrounded by some of the best wine growing regions in Australia. Doug took me on a tour of some of the gorgeous wine growing areas. We discovered this lovely Hotel called Thorngrove. It is one of a world wide network of "small luxury hotels;" all of which provide maximum pampering at a price of many thousands of dollars a night. This is as close as we got to the actual hotel!

HouseInTheAdelaideCountryside

2011-04-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

While visiting Adelaide, a local paper reported that real estate values in Australia are the highest in the world and are roughly 3 times what you pay in the US. This is inspiring more Australians to look at American real estate as an investment opportunity

ASignThatYouAreInAustralia

2011-04-05T13:52:00.000-07:00

NewerLookOfDowntownAdelaide

2011-04-05T13:50:00.000-07:00

OlderLookOfDowntownAdelaide

2011-04-05T13:49:00.000-07:00

AdelaideFromTheAir

2011-04-05T13:46:00.000-07:00

Flying into the airport, the red roofs of the Adelaide neighborhoods near the airport reminded me of the red roofs of Santa Fe.

MyFirstTripToAdelaide

2011-04-05T13:41:00.000-07:00

On the last trip to Timor, I invited myself to Doug's home town of Adelaide, South Australia, on the return trip home. It was a beautiful pristine city with a blend of old and new architecture. This is the view flying into Adelaide

DarwinGatewayToTimor

2011-04-05T13:35:00.000-07:00

When we travel to Timor, we have to spend a day or more before catching a plane to Dili. Doug worked in Darwin many years ago and gave me the tour of the city and one of the famous watering holes (very much like the bar in the Crocodile Dundee movie.) Here he is trouncing me at pool.

TimorMemories

2011-04-05T13:26:00.000-07:00

On May 7 I will be heading back to Timor for my third trip but here are a few more photos of trip two. I managed to go through 2 cameras on the trip and it required a search to find all the photos. This photo should come with sound. Doug and I watched these Timor goats butting heads for over half an hour and the crack of skull against skull was amazingly loud.

WeCleanUpRealGood

2011-03-20T13:13:00.000-07:00

In Sydney we saw each other dressed up for the first time as we prepared to attend a production of Carmen at the Sydney Opera House. It was an amazing experience finally visiting this gorgeous architectural landmark.

QuickVisitToRoguesPointAustralia

2011-03-20T13:08:00.000-07:00

On the way home to America I was fortunate to be able to visit Doug's home in Adelaide in Soutern Australia, as well as his beach house in Rogue's Point. After the blazing heat in Timor, it took a bit of adjustment to the cooler beach air.

BeachHomes

2011-03-20T13:03:00.000-07:00

During the last month we were there, structures like these seemed to spring up on the beach across from all the permanent shacks on the other side of the road. It is getting close to the end of the rainy season so perhaps people are arranging shade on the beach for the better weather conditions coming soon.

CreativeHomeExpansion

2011-03-20T12:56:00.000-07:00

Every day returning to the hotel, we pass this hut on the left that is almost sitting on the road. One day we noticed that the area across the road from the home had been set up with filled bags and other things to accomodate company. The owners basically use the street as a hallway to their expanded home. We have to be careful at night to avoid hitting people sitting in the street conversing with folks sitting in the new expansion.

TypicalDayAtStMichaels

2011-03-20T12:50:00.000-07:00

The school has about 2000 students with almost 30 girls living there full time. Even scheduling the students to go in half days, there are sometimes almost 60 students crammed into a tiny classroom, with no fans, or lights, or electricity.

FarewellToUsAsWell

2011-03-20T12:45:00.000-07:00

The ceremony St Michael's held to say farwell to Daryl, turned into a farewell to Doug and me as well. We were leaving in two days to return to our respective countries and I was touched that we would receive an "official" farewell as part of the ceremony. Doug impressed us all by giving a farewell speech in Tetun no less! The crowd loved it!

FarewellToDaryl

2011-03-20T12:38:00.000-07:00

Sadly Daryl is leaving his job as the leader of the Rotary Club in Timor-Leste. This is devastating news to everyone at St Micheal's School as he has championed the cause of St Michael's for years. The school held a touching ceremony acknowledging his efforts and thanking him for his support of the school.

AHeroAmongUsInTimorLeste

2011-03-16T08:56:00.000-07:00

Working at St Michaels School, we kept running into a quiet unassuming Timorese guy named Juliao Dos Reis (Jules) who always seemed to be there when we were there. He spoke perfect English and you could tell that Mr. Crisna, the principal, treated him like a second in command. More and more we became dependent on Jules for translation, advice, support, and help walking through the cultural and political complexities of working at the school and understanding the culture of Timor-Leste. Little did we know that this 29 year old unassuming guy had lived through 10 lifetimes and survived and thrived against unbelievable odds. He was a young boy when his father left home to become a freedom fighter to help rid the country of the Indonesian Army that was systematically killing the locals by the thousands.
Because his Father was a freedom fighter, Jules' family was threatened and he was almost killed twice. At the age of 10 Jules was forced to leave his Mother, Brother, and Sister because he "looked too much like his Father." Without a penny, he took a bus far from home. A family, seeing a lonely little boy at the bus station, took him in. Today Jules has both an undergraduate and Master's Degree in Health Management from prestigious Australian Universities and a high Level job with Catholic Relief Services in Dili.He spends every free minute working at St Michaels and helping his family and relatives.
After 11 years apart, he was reuntied with his Father, the freedon fighter, who told him, "It was my duty to take the girl back from the enemy, now it's your turn to dress her up." Jules' Dad gave him this charge to take the newly freed Timor-Leste to the next level. I can't imagine placing the country in more capable hands.
If you want to hear a profoundly moving radio interview with Jules by the Australian Broadcasting Company, cut and paste this address

http://www.abc.net.au/local/stories/2008/04/16/2219929.htm?site=conversations

Both Doug and I feel privileged to call Jules a friend. Doug took this photo of Jules and his Mom.

DiliBound

2011-03-15T15:05:00.000-07:00

A final look at Ateuro Island before the much too exciting trip back to Dili and our work at St. Michael's School. I still think they're "gonna need a much bigger boat!"

FarewellToParadise

2011-03-15T14:59:00.000-07:00

A day on Ateuro Island was far too short, but I'm afraid the boat trip over from Dili is so harrowing that it may be our last visit there. It was time to go back to sorting books and building book shelves for the library at St Michael's School.

ASurpriseTourGuideInAteuro

2011-03-15T14:52:00.000-07:00

Ambling along the trails through the island of Ateuro, we discovered a neat small village of about 12 houses as well as a school and church. We met a young man who spoke English and found that he taught English on the island to both school kids and adults for free. We later sent supplies to him to support his teaching efforts and hope to stay in touch whenever we are in Timor.

TheFreshestCoconutsYouWillEverHave

2011-03-15T14:43:00.000-07:00

On Artuero Island we discovered a family grinding fresh coconuts to extract the oil for cooking. Doug mentioned that he loved fresh coconut milk and, before we knew it, folding chairs were pulled out for us and a young man with a massive machete was wrapped around a coconut tree, saying a prayer, before climbing up to hack down coconuts for Doug. I think it would be fair to say that it will never get any fresher than having someone climb up and chop them down for you. We convinced one kid to carry five back for us and Doug was in heaven.

TheStressOfIslandLiving

2011-03-15T14:39:00.001-07:00

Getting into a hammock is actually harder than it looks - but once you are there - you just don't want to get out!

OceanSleepingOnArteuroIsland

2011-03-15T14:35:00.000-07:00

This is where we spent the night, looking over the ocean and horizon. You wake to the sounds of the local fisherman going out.

PickingAnIslandHome

2011-03-15T14:29:00.000-07:00

There were about 8 thatched houses from which to choose as well as 6 small open air pavillions directly on the beach where you could sleep overlooking the ocean and stars. We picked one of each, which I am sure drove the staff crazy. They worked overtime putting in mosquito nets in both the hut and pavillion.

ArtueroIslandAndParadiseFound

2011-03-15T14:17:00.000-07:00

The travel agent who arranged our trip and stay on Artuero Island told us that if we went on a weekend we would probably have to share accomodations with folks who work in Dili during the week and vacation there on the weekend. We decided to go on a week day and a smart decision it was. We had the entire place to ourselves and could pick any or all the cabins and sleeping accomodations that we wanted. Even Barry was gone to return for a visit to his homeland Australia. For me it was paradise. Doug is more sociable than I am and I'm sure he missed having fellow travelers. For me, it was like owning a private island.

WeAreGonnaNeedABiggerBoat

2011-03-15T14:04:00.000-07:00

This phrase from "Jaws" has a significant meaning for me, now that Doug and I took a boat to visit the Island of Artuero. You can see the island from the shoreline of Dili and we finally scheduled a boat to take us for an overnight visit. You don't hit the big waves until you are quite a distance from the shore and then it is too late. The waves were so large that when the boat hit a trough it felt like the boat had been dropped onto a concrete driveway. We white knuckled all the way to the island and were completely soaked upon arrival. My camera is history, so many of the photos in the blog dealing with the second trip to Timor-Leste are thanks to Doug.
It is not a good sign when you arrive at the island and four men are carrying the island's only generator to meet your boat. While we were there no one had any electricity, which meant the only cold drinks were a few beers left in the hotel cooler. Worked for me!

TheAmazingPrincipalOfStMichaelsSchool

2011-03-15T13:47:00.000-07:00

The school where we work, St Michaels, was founded and is lead by Mr. Crisna, one of the hardest working men I have met. He rises at 4 am and is at the school until 11 pm. He seemes to be everywhere at once, organzing the kids, counseling one on one, taking the marching band through its drills, working with contractors to build a wing on the school, encouraging the builders, meeting with the Rotary club that supports the schools efforts, etc. And yet, he always seems to have time to welcome Doug and me to the school.It is exhausting just watching him in action.
Mr Crisna is in the photo on the right. He is with one of the teachers, waiting for the body of St. Bosco to arrive at the Dili Airport.

WaitingForTheBodyOfStDomBoscoToArrive

2011-03-15T13:15:00.000-07:00

During our last visit to Timor-Leste, the Pope (or "Papa" as he is called by the locals) decided that the body of St. Dom Bosco should be flown around the world to visit local schools that have been named for him. St Bosco was famous for helping needy kids receive an education and the visit was a way of recognizing the efforts of schools named after him. St Michael's, the school where we are working, was selected to be one of the schools participating in the ceremony to welcome the body when it arrived at the airport in Dili. Mr Crisna, the principal,took this honor very seriously and had the students in the various marching groups (band, drum majorettes, etc.) practicing in the streets around the school every day for weeks. Just as a reminder - it is a million degrees there every day and almost all of the uniforms have long trousers, long sleeves, and various layers of very hot clothing. Even the girls with short skirts have to wear pantyhose
On the day of the scheduled arrival Doug and I were invited to be there so that I could cover the arrival in my blog. We arrived late, but fortunately the body was late also. The 50+ kids in hot uniforms, waited along with us for hours in the blazing heat until we were told that St Bosco's plane was delayed for several hours in Indonesia. We took advantage of the delay to go somewhere to get cool, but the kids waited. When we returned we were told about another delay. At some point, with all the delays, we gave up the quest to see the arrival of St Bosco and called it a day. We learned later that the body arrived after 7 pm. The kids (and Mr. Crisna) had been waiting out in the sun for over 10 hours. The body lay in state in Dili for one day before being transported to a small town several hours drive out of Dili. The kids were transported in open air trucks to be with the body during its three day stay there.
Having been raised Lutheran and not Catholic, I wanted to understand the rationale for St Bosco's world wide trip. "It is because Papa wanted it," I was told by a local.

TheTrulyScareyBeaurocracyOfTimor

2011-03-15T12:53:00.000-07:00

Not being able to find butter is an annoyance, but we found out how truly frightening the Island's beaurocracy can be when we visited our local favorite restaurant, the Ocean View. It is a five minute walk to our favorite restaurant from the Arbiru where we live. It is a huge open air pavillion on the beach, with excellent food and drinks and a good chance to run into someone we know. It sometimes has live entertainment or we may find ourselves invited to a private fundction there. In the dark with no street lights, we usually wind our way through the herds of goats lying on the pavement of the road, the baby pigs running around, and the locals sitting on the road peering into the shack that has a local soap opera playing on the cable TV inside.
One day we walked down to the restaurant for lunch as usual. As we were sitting there eating, we noticed that an entire side of the building was missing! Actually, it wasn't just missing - it was completely demolished as if a cyclone had hit it. We later found out that the government had come in and completely demolished it becuase the owner had not had all of the paperwork approved correctly. Yikes!
The owner was trying to add a kitchen and bathrooms to the pavillion. To add insult to injury he was also told that he would have to tear down the entire retaurant in 10 days. When we left, negotiations were looking good and we are hoping that our favorite restaurant will be there when we return.

TheManWhoMadeItAllPossible

2011-03-15T12:37:00.000-07:00

This is Daisy aka Daryl, the leader of the Dili Hash House Harriers who opened the door for Doug and I to survive and actually contribute during our stay in Dili. Daryl is also the leader of the Rotary Club in Dili. Through Doug's Brother-in-Law in Sydney, Australia, we made the connection with Daryl, and on our second day in Dili, we found ourselves working at St. Michael's School. Equally important was that he invited us to the Harriers where we immediately became part of the 50+ members of the group. It opened the door to a social network, but in a third world country it also gives you an important network needed for basic survival. The Hashers look out for each other in every way possible. Doug and I feel lucky to be a part of this incredible support network, thanks to Daryl. Daryl wears this red outfit only for the yearly Red Dress Run to raise money for the local Red Cross, (at least as far as I know!) PS Go Pies!

DontYouHateItWhen

2011-03-15T12:26:00.000-07:00

Don't you hate it when your date looks better in his dress than you do in yours??? This is Doug and moi during the Hashers' Red Dress Run in Dili, Timor-Leste. The group raised about $1,000 for the local Red Cross and greatly amused the locals who watch the race every year

FriendsInDiliSteveAndKaris

2011-03-15T12:06:00.000-07:00

Two wonderful people from the Hash House Harriers seem to have adopted us and I can't imagine how we would have survived without their help. There is so much you need to know to survive in a country like Timor and both Steve and Karis have a lifetime of experience living and working in third world countries. On our last night in Timor, they had us over for dinner and Karis cooked a meal that was better than any restaurant could have created. This is a remarkable feat, but even more remarkable when you understand how difficult it is to find specific foods in Timor. The entire month that we were there, a ship was within view, waiting for the paperwork to be approved to allow it to unload its cargo in Dili. You could look out and see the ship that had the butter and cheese that you couldn't find at the stores. There was almost a riot when a group of us fought for the last of the butter to be found (I scored one package and ran!).
In the photo, Steve and Karis are in their best red dresses for the Hash House Harrier's Red Dress Run that every year raises money for the Red Cross and convinces the locals that yes, the Malays (foreigners) truly are crazy.

HashHouseHarriersRedDressRun

2011-03-15T11:56:00.000-07:00

Most of our time in Timor is dedicated to work at the school, but Saturday afternoon always belongs to the Hash House Harriers - the "drinking group with a running problem," made up of foreigners and some locals who work in charity organizations throughout Timor. Once a year, the group sponsors a Red Dress Run where everyone (even the most macho Policeman types from Australia), dons red dresses, make-up and purses, and runs through the streets of Dili, to raise money for the Red Cross.

OurContributionToStMichaelsSchool

2011-03-15T11:39:00.000-07:00

A simple plan created in the US or Australia becomes something else in Timor. It will take trips to a dozen hardware stores to find any tools or supplies close to what you need, and then any instructions are in Chinese. Prices quoted to "Malay" (foreigners) are multiples of prices quoted to locals, so we would ultimately call on Juliao, the exraordinary young Timorese man who speaks perfect English, Tetun. Portuguese, and Indonesian. Juliao (pronounced Julio) became our friend, translater,finder and negotiator, despite having 2 real full-time jobs. Two days before we left, we finished our project of completing this first part of a library for the school, with the completion promised for our next trip in mid-May.

TimorLesteRedux

2011-03-15T11:11:00.000-07:00

It took about 3 seconds for Doug and I to fall into the rythm of the city of Timor-Leste. Gone this time was the nervousness of entering a mysterious place with no knowledge of the people, language, culture, or what we were getting into. The wet heat that scorches you when you walk outside the plane seems to have a hypnotic effect. You walk slower, move and think at a pace that feels like walking through syrup. It is now taken for granted that the rental car guy isn't waiting for you as promised. You know that you will have to call him, that it will take half the morning to complete the paperwork for a rental car for which there is no insurance coverage. We now know how to dodge the potholes that have grown larger in our absence. People have been creative though and one pothole has a tree in it and another has 2 tires to warn drivers. The top 4 inches of the tires show above the edge of the street,demonstrating to drivers just how deep the hole is. "Welcome home to Timor-Leste" - and we are actually glad to be back to this Alice in Wonderland place, that for another month, we will call home.

HomeAgainAndAncientMemoriesOfJapan

2011-03-15T10:38:00.000-07:00

Another 30 hour trip home and trying to get back into a regular sleep cycle, I gave in and started watching TV, waiting for sleep. The TV was on CNN and there unbelievably was live coverage of the tsunami hitting Japan. I watched helplessly as in real time, an entire city was erased. Now I can't seem to stop watching the CNN coverage and it is bringing back memories of when my family lived in Japan a lifetime ago. We couldn't find Army housing, so we lived for a time in a genuine Japanese home in a mountain village where we were the first foreigners any of the locals had seen. The 2 years there are some of the best memories of my childhood. Everyone was incredibly gracious and accepting of us, despite the fact that my Brother and I were wild hellions let lose on the world. I remember the gentleness and kindness and the days of exploring the beautiful and exotic bamboo forests with the local kids. We lived in Yokahama, not one of the areas destroyed by the tsunami, but the memories of living there have made the losses in Japan seem more personal. I watch the grace and strength of the people trying to recover from unspeakable devastation and wish that I could be there. The faces I see on CNN become the faces of those who showed two American kids so much kindness. Now It's my turn....

FarewellVeniceHelloAgainTimorLeste

2011-01-30T06:04:00.000-08:00

With this last photo I say goodby to my favorite city and get ready for the next adventure - back to the small half island country of Timor-Leste. The cab will be here to pick me up in 3 hours to begin the 35+ hour trip (Santa Fe to Albuquerque to Atlanta to Los Angeles to Sydney to Darwin to Timor-Leste). Again Doug and I will be returning to the school to finish projects that we started on our last trip. We have already received kind welcoming letters from Mr Krisna, the head of the school and Juliao, an important local contributor to the school's success. After a month in Timor-Leste we will spend a few days visiting Adelaide and Sydney Australia. In Sydney, I will fulfill a decades old dream of actually seeing an opera (Carmen) in the exquisite Sydney Opera House. So to everyone, thanks for reading the blog, and I hope you will come along with me on the next adventure. Happy Trails from Ramblinme (ILMOB)

RialtoAndFarewell

2011-01-30T05:56:00.000-08:00

The Rialto Bridge is directly across the island from St. Marks Square and everything here is more reasonably priced (hence my purchase for 30 euros of a pair of black suede thigh high boots). Our hotel, the Amadeus, was close to the bridge and I couldn't have been more pleased with the location or hotel. The only negative was that my Australian friend was elsewhere and I was actively trying not to think of him. Of course the hotel was filled with high school students from Perth and there was no shutting out the sounds of Australian accents.

TheFamousBellTowerInStMarksSquare

2011-01-30T05:44:00.000-08:00

SaintMark

2011-01-30T05:40:00.000-08:00

This is a photo of the interior of the cathedral where the remains of Saint Mark are said to be buried.

LastGlimpseOfFreedom

2011-01-30T05:34:00.000-08:00

The famous Bridge of Sighs connects the Palace with the jails of ancient Venice. It was said that as the prisoners crossed the bridge they were able to catch their last glimpse of freedom through these tiny portals and they would sigh as they took their last look. Casanova himself was one of the famous prisoners taking a last look through a portal on the Bridge of Sighs.

DogesPalace

2011-01-30T05:30:00.000-08:00

For centuries Venice had been led by an elderly Doge. For the first time, I actually visited inside the famous Doge's Palace and it was spectacular.

SymbolOfVenice

2011-01-30T05:28:00.000-08:00

GondolaliersSecrets

2011-01-30T05:22:00.000-08:00

Some interesting facts on Gondola drivers from this trip - they are among the richest people in the city. I heard that if you look at the cars that they own, it is a nice selection of the most exotic and expensive. The Gondoliers have followed centuries of tradition by passing the job down from Father to Son. Recently Venice has seen its first woman Gondolier and there is an enormous uproar from everyone, even the woman's own Father.

StMarksSquareLandmark

2011-01-30T05:17:00.000-08:00

WaterfrontCrowdNearStMarksSquare

2011-01-30T05:10:00.000-08:00

St Mark's Square is the heart of Venice and it is where most of the tourist crowds seem to congregate, even on the coldest days. Hotel rates increase in direct proportion to how close you are to the square. It is a wonderful amalgam of tourists, vendors, gondolas, artists. performers, beautiful buildings, pigeons, and amazing views from the waterfront.

MyHeartBelongsToVenezia

2011-01-30T05:04:00.000-08:00

The last stop on the tour was the exquisite city of Venice, Italy - locally known as Venezia. It has always been, and continues to be, my favorite city in the world. In my opinion, it has more beauty per square inch than any other city.

LoranBusDriverExtraordinaire

2011-01-30T04:56:00.000-08:00

Our bus for the tour was the largest I have ever seen and Loran, our driver, could navigate through some of the smallest streets I have ever seen and through some of the roughest weather conditions. He was incredible. I lost count of how many times the entire bus broke out in applause in appreciation of his ability to "thread the needle." Both Loran and Krjstijan, I am sure you have noticed, are very handsome, and I promised that once their photos hit the net, tourism to Croatia and Slovenia would triple.

DynamicTrioFromOurTourGroup

2011-01-30T04:52:00.000-08:00

My favorite representatives from Chicago, Atlanta, and Winnipeg!

CeilingDetailInBledCastle

2011-01-30T04:50:00.000-08:00

OurTourGroupAtTheBledCastle

2011-01-30T04:42:00.000-08:00

Our guide Krjstijen is in the forefront snapping away like the rest of us. He is from Slovenia and explained one difference between Slovenians and Croatians, "We are introverted. We don't sing. Okey, we sing when we get drunk. Croatians, they like to sing. We are highlanders and highlanders are forced to be introverted to be accurate during the winters. They don't like to spend. That's why Switzerland with all the banks became so successful."

LunchWithAMillionDollarView

2011-01-30T04:38:00.000-08:00

MoiAtBledCastle

2011-01-30T04:36:00.000-08:00

ViewOfBledFromTheCastle

2011-01-30T04:34:00.000-08:00

BledCastle

2011-01-30T04:32:00.000-08:00

MirroredAlpsInBled

2011-01-30T04:29:00.000-08:00

BledBeauty

2011-01-30T04:24:00.000-08:00

You can walk 7 km around the lake in Bled and see the most beautiful cathedral, the most beautiful fortress, and the snow capped Alps mirrored in the perfectly blue water.

BledMyTripFavorite

2011-01-30T04:10:00.000-08:00

Before this trip I knew almost nothing about Eastern Europe and I certainly had never heard of Bled in Slovenia. If Walt Disney had been alive during the Midddle Ages, he would have designed Bled - quite possibly one of the most beautiful spots on earth.

TheBigGottchaInSlovenia

2011-01-23T11:35:00.000-08:00

While wandering through the streets of Ljubjiana, we were enchanted by this chorus singing Christmas carols in Slovenian. "What a lovely tradition," I thought. When the singing stopped, we all clapped and then I heard one of the singers yell into the crowd, "Are you folks from America?" in a perfect American accent. This wasn't a Slovenian group performing a traditional carol. It was a Morman missionary group serving their time in Slovenia. Certainly fooled me! Stay tuned for further blog entries on the two places that I feel were the best parts of the tour - the fantasy city of Bled in Slovenia, and the ever enchanting Venice Italy. Until then - Happy Trails! (ILMOB)

TheTourTechWars

2011-01-23T11:21:00.000-08:00

If you have read my blog in the past, you know that I rarely sign up for organized tours. Perhaps that is why I was so surprised to see the extent of technology that came along with us on the tour. All of us on the tour brought our iPods, laptops, Kindles,and cameras - and such cameras they were!!. My estimate is that among the 18 people on the tour there was close to $20,000 worth of sophisticated camera equipment.During some of the longer bus rides I would hear what I could only describe as the war of technology where the best equipment, the best angle, the best lighting,the best shot, etc., was argued and defended quite loudly. Interestingly, the one person on the bus who is a prfessional photographer never entered the frey. In the photo, Art, (he of the great hat) is taking a picture of a glass of brandy being warmed in another glass. There were so many photos taken of the brandy glass that I am expecting a coffee table book on the subject to be published soon.

LovelyLjubjana

2011-01-23T11:14:00.000-08:00

The city is gorgeous, with its Three Bridges crossing over the rushing river, its cobblestone streets and squares, its open air market, City hall, Parliament, and Robba's Fountain.By the way, Slovenia is the home of the Lippizaner horses and also Melanie Kraus, the current Mrs. Donald Trump.

CrossingTheBorderIntoSlovenia

2011-01-23T10:58:00.000-08:00

As Kristijen said, "You can make funny with me, but not with Slovenian customs. They have no sense of humor." Crossing the border was tense, with an official actually getting on the bus and taking his time examining each of our passports. There was one foolhardy soul who started making wisecracks, but he was quickly hushed up by the group. This is what happens when a country (in this case Slovenia)officially becomes a member of the European Common Market. Any entry from a non-EU country into an EU country becomes a very serious matter. Once inside the EU territory there is no problem going from country to country. I can remember what a pain it used to be traveling within Eurpoe from country to country and I'm pleased not to have to endure that anymore.The photo is of icecycles dripping off a bridge in Ljubjana, the capital of Slovenia. Photos are definitely prohibited at the customs stop.

ChristmasCharm

2011-01-23T10:46:00.000-08:00

One special evening was spent at a very country restaurant in a tiny charming town.The evening got off to a roaring start with wine tasting and homemade suasages in the basement of the inn. The dinner included classic examples of local cooking ("yummmm," as Kristijen would say), and hours of amazing accordian playing. Did I just write that? Actually it was true. The accordian player wasn't Grandpa has had been promised, but a professional musician.

TingAndTheLifesavingCathedral

2011-01-23T10:37:00.000-08:00

The lovely woman standing in front of the cathedral is Ting, a member of our group from New York. Everything that could go wrong on a tour happened to Ting. Her flight from New York was delayed by weather and she arrived almost 2 days late before joining the tour. Her luggage finally arrived two days before the end of the tour, but through it all she kept smiling! The cathedral in the background was literally a lifesaver for many of us. We had many hours of independent touring and there are just so many coffees you can buy in the various restaurants to try to keep warm. I kept going back to this cathedral and taking advantage of the little radiators that run beside each of the kneelers in the pews.

OpenAirMarketInZagreb

2011-01-23T10:32:00.000-08:00

The town center had several layers of open air markets which were doing a booming business despite the below zero temperatures. Flowers sold at the market were brought in from Holland daily.