It's funny how different bathrooms are around the world. My Nanna's bathroom in Geelong is all blue tiles and flower-scented air fresheners. The bathrooms in Canada had their hot and cold taps on the wrong sides. In Timor, the water ran for 2 hours per day, an hour at 8am and an hour at 8pm. It was between 8:00 and 9:00 that we had to collect big tubs of washing water to last us through the day.
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I often find it hard to describe beautiful places to people. Photos can try to capture the physical beauty, but what of the smiles you get on the street? The excited glint in kids eyes when you agree to play a game with them? The hot, heavy air that covers you like a blanket and makes your clothes cling to your body? How can I describe those things to someone who has never experienced it? Maybe I can't, maybe no matter how accurate my descriptions are, your imaination of the place will be a little bit different. And that's fine. So get you imaginative juices flowing, and start breathing in the warm, earthy smell of Timor Leste's mountains.
It's a funny feeling, landing in a new country. No matter how much or how little travel you've done before, there's always the thrill of the unknown. Landing in Timor, I was buzzing with excitement. It was the most different place I had ever been to home, and I couldn't wait to go out and explore.
Looking down out the plane window, I could see a single runway, and a small yellowing building. Dili International Airport, Timor-Leste. As the wheels screeched to a stop along the tarmac, I looked out at the sunrise coming over the horizon. We taxied closer to the terminal, walked down the stairs off the plane and came to rest on the asphalt - my first memory of Timor.
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Photo used under Creative Commons from Jeff Pioquinto, SJ