“Where?” was
the universal response when I tried to explain where I’d been. And I don’t
blame them, Timor-Leste (aka East Timor) only became a country while I was in
college and it’s not a tourism hotspot, though hopefully it can be someday. As someone
who likes to plan (perhaps excessively) for a trip to a new place, a
last-minute work trip there was not ideal. Especially with a trip home already
planned for my 20th high school reunion that would be adjacent to
it. I didn’t have time I wanted to prepare my training materials, barely had
time to get malaria meds, and in the face of the unknown packed far more
outfits than needed to be prepared for every possible situation across two
completely different trips. But there we were, sitting on a plane one week
later heading to one of the newest countries in the world.
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| Map of Timor-Leste |
A brief snapshot of
Timor-Leste: it’s the eastern half plus an enclave of the island of Timur and a
former Portuguese colony, almost surrounded by Indonesia and just north of
Australia. They were granted independence in the 1970’s only to have Indonesia
immediately invade and occupy it for decades. In the 1990’s, Indonesia faced international
pressure to permit them a referendum on independence. After they overwhelmingly
voted yes, Indonesia withdrew—but
not without a “scorched earth” souvenir. Today it still struggles but has a lot
of potential, and a lot of international aid. As a result of its Portuguese
heritage, it’s mostly Catholic (~95%), the official languages are now
Portuguese and the local language Tetum, and its political system is modeled
after Portugal’s (this fact plays into my trip). The capital is Dili, which is
on the coast, and most of the country’s terrain is pretty rugged. Fun fact: “Timur”
means “east” in Indonesian and “Leste” is “east” in Portuguese, so the
country’s name literally translates to “east east” in English. There are other
islands just east of Timur so I’m not sure how they settled on that name, but I
digress.
The flights themselves
were an experience, as we flew Emirates via Dubai and Bali for about 24 hours—not including
layovers. It was my first time on the airline, and little touches like scented
lotion in the bathroom and a vast array of media to pass the time on long
flights made it feel a little fancier—glimpsing the water element at the top of
the stairs leading to first class, I can only imagine what that was like. I
tried to pace myself on the movies, since the flights back would be even longer,
and even tried to do some work by reading a technical manual about a new
software I want to learn. I was fine during movies, but anything too mentally
taxing, especially in a darkened plane, resulted in a nap that should’ve been
less of a surprise.
We left DC on
a Friday morning and arrived in Timor-Leste Sunday afternoon after an overnight
in Bali, fighting jetlag with a stroll in downtown Dili in the late afternoon
heat. Most of the locals also appeared to be out enjoying their sabbath since
most shops and businesses are closed on Sundays. Dili is a narrow city along
the coast, squeezed between steep mountains and the ocean and with its own
Christo Rei statue on a peak at one edge of town just like Rio de Janeiro. Several
people were out enjoying a waterfront park that ended at a soccer field, and
further down we saw the locals enjoying a beachside pool hall. Men were selling
the day’s catch, either from small wooden carts or strung from a wooden pole
carried on their shoulders. The fruit market had a dozen vendors selling mostly
the same items, and I couldn’t resist going back to the hotel with a few fresh
passion fruit.
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| Fish vendor |
The next day
we hit the ground running with a brief stop at the CI office before heading to
the Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries to begin our training. Along the way
we learned that because the ruling party couldn’t form a coalition, the country
was holding a parliamentary election the coming Saturday. They still vote by
going in person to where they’re registered, and many people living in Dili still
vote in the villages they’re from, which can be up to four hours away. To
accommodate this (and potentially diffuse a contentious environment), everyone would
get the Friday before the election off, and all government employees also got
Thursday and Monday off. This meant that our ten-day training would now be
seven days, and since I would be leaving early for my reunion I’d only be there
for four of them. A bit of a disappointing surprise after such long flights, but
we tried to make the most of it. Part of this trip was to understand the
capacity and training needs of the government ministries, and it was a good
thing we were flexible. Despite announcements of this course being geared
toward intermediate users, we had some participants with no previous experience
that for diplomatic reasons (and because their ministries desperately needed
the skills) were still included. To boot, not everyone had the proprietary GIS
software but those that did wanted more training in it. As a result, we ended
up teaching an introductory course using both the proprietary software and
freeware. Just as they all speak more than one language, they’re now also GIS
bilingual. Our local colleague was invaluable, not just for translating but for
providing local environmental examples and applications for our work. By the
time I left, several were just starting to catch a glimpse of its potential,
and I look forward to supporting them remotely in the coming months as they
start to use their new skills.
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| Testing field data collection on mobile devices |
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| Our training group |
It was
interesting to be there during the campaign, and I was jealous to learn that
they’re only allowed to campaign for 30 days (if only our election seasons were
that short!). The ministry where we were teaching was along a main road to a
stadium, and both Tuesday and Wednesday two of the biggest coalitions held
rallies there that resulted in parades past our office. It was fun to watch on
our lunch breaks, but distracting while attempting to teach. The most
frustrating part was when several of the participants decided to listen to
Wednesday’s rally on their phones as I was trying to teach, so we’d have to
slow down and repeat what they willfully missed. But on the whole, it was an
interesting experience. The night before they also held a mass and candlelit
rally for peace and unity in the square near our hotel, and I couldn’t help but
think that my own country could use a little more of that.
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| On the way to a rally |
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| Pre-election candlelight mass |
Between my
limited time there and the election, opportunities to see the country were
limited and practically discouraged. On Saturday we were unable to find a taxi
or minibus as all the drivers had gone home to vote, so we walked to the
Christo Rei statue with the plan to visit a beach on the way back. It didn’t
look that far, but in the end we walked over three miles before climbing up
hundreds of steps to the statue (keep in mind, I’m still recovering from knee
surgery). The view was gorgeous, though, and we met a handful of fellow
tourists on the climb.
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| Sign at the beach where we went swimming, with the statue on the hill behind |
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| Christo Rei statue |
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| Max and I near the top |
The beaches were stunning and enjoyed by a handful of
locals, but like the rest of the city also reflected the challenges of being a
developing country. It looked as if they’re still figuring out what to do about
trash, especially when it comes to plastic. I’d seen a trash collection area
down the street from our hotel which they occasionally set ablaze, and while
walking back from dinner one evening saw scavengers looking for scrap metal.
But the topaz waters and white sand that afternoon were interrupted by broken
glass and the occasional bit of floating plastic. After a quick swim we managed
to find a place that was open for a late lunch. We must have looked pitiful,
because the owner offered to drive us back to our hotel and spare us the return
hike.
The beach’s
litter would only be topped by our field visit to the park used the previous
week for the campaign rallies, which was also the site of a mass held during
Pope John Paul II’s visit several years before. It was full of lovely shade
trees, which our colleague explained was the result of a program during
Indonesian occupation where government staff were assigned a tree to maintain,
and its care would actually be a part of their performance reviews! But
underneath the trees was litter everywhere, more than I’ve seen in other places
I’ve visited. Our participants seemed unfazed by it so I assume that’s sadly
typical in that area, or at least after big events. Speaking of the pope,
there’s a giant statue of him on a nearby hill overlooking the park and the
ocean that commemorates his visit, a bookend to pair with Christo Rei. It was
from there I got to try to my hand at flying Max’s drone on Friday when
everything was closed.
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| At the other end of the coastline, John Paul II |
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| Max and Raimundo fly their drone in the pope's shadow |
Our escape
from the litter and a highlight of my trip was chartering a boat to Arturo Island,
not far from Timor. It may be close, but because these islands are on tectonic plate
boundaries the water between them is deep and encourages migration patterns, including
pilot whales. The boat ride was a little over an hour, during which we saw a
small pod of pilot whales. Max prefers hiking to diving, so we dropped him off
at a village on the island and motored to our first spot, Adara Bay and Walls. I’m
still a newbie when it comes to diving and was grateful for the one-on-one
dives I had with the guide in this incredible place. The visibility was
fantastic, and the site included a wall that continued down into a distant deep
blue. Normally I’m focused on all the bright, colorful fish and this place
certainly didn’t disappoint, but the corals were equally showstoppers. The
variety of shapes and colors looked like something Dr. Suess could’ve created,
and I saw almost no signs of bleaching that affect corals almost everywhere
else I’ve been. After the first dive we picked up Max and had lunch on the boat
before heading to our second dive site, Kitali. Instead of a wall this was
along a flat bottom in water so clear that other than distance, snorkeling
would’ve been enough. Unfortunately my ears had difficulty equalizing so this
wasn’t as enjoyable, but it was still very impressive. The boat ride back
across the channel was pretty choppy for a boat this size, and in hindsight I’m
thinking the nausea was amplified by letting myself get dehydrated (hard to
remember when you’re underwater). Let’s just say we survived and were fine, and
even saw more pilot whales, but I was very grateful to be back on land at the
end of the day. Despite the effort it takes to get here, I can see this diving
gem becoming more popular and I hope the villages around it will benefit when
that happens.
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| Our dive site |
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| My "salty" colleagues gave me this towel, and I was excited to use it in its proper home. |
I wasn’t
ready to leave so soon after arriving, but was grateful for all the small
glimpses I had into this country’s history and culture; they have many
challenges ahead but I’m optimistic for them.
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| Coconut water vendor in Dili |
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| One of the prettiest churches in Dili |
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| Entrance to the governor's mansion |
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| One of the best meals on my trip; this fish is about as fresh and local as it gets |
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| This statue commemorates one of their freedom fighters |
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| Dancers practicing at a cultural center in Dili |
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| Our CI colleagues gifted us traditional weaving as a farewell gift |
The return
journey included a longer layover in Bali, and our previous stopover there
helped me make the most of it. While the island is small, its recent surge in
popularity has made its traffic notorious so my colleagues advised me to not
leave the peninsula the airport was on. As it was, the narrow roads were packed
with taxis and tourists on mopeds. My first stop was Uluwatu, an ancient Hindu
temple complex overlooking the coast. The setting was as lovely as the
architecture, and all their cautions about the monkeys were well-founded.
Almost immediately after entering the grounds, I saw a monkey leap across the
path and steal the sunglasses off a woman’s head, only relinquishing it when a
tour guide bribed it with slices of watermelon. The baby monkeys were cute, but
I made sure to keep my sunglasses hidden in my pockets or under my sarong after
that.
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| Naive tourists getting a little too friendly with the monkeys--don't be fooled! |
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| The temple complex stretches along the coastline |
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| Enjoying a monkey-free spot |
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| Some of the intricate carvings at Uluwatu |
Before returning to the airport I made a brief stop at one of their
public beaches, which required hiking down a steep staircase carved into the dark
gray limestone cliffs. I was rewarded with white sand, tide pools, and few
tourists for some calm, warm, and serene moments.
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| Local fisherman |
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| Looking back from the tide pools |
I arrived back at the airport
hotel with enough time to eat, shower, and enjoy laying flat on the poolside
chairs before commencing the long-haul flights back to the US via Dubai. I’ve
heard there are a handful of flights over 17 hours, but at 16 ½ hours the
Dubai-LAX flight is one of the longest I’ve even been on. I was excited to fly
around the world on this trip, but as it turns out we flew north
west over the north pole and down.
Otherwise, it was more comfortable seating, naps, meals, and movies. The time
didn’t feel nearly as long as being stuck in rush hour traffic on the 405 ready
to just be home. But all the hassle was worth it to have a few days with my
family and the chance to attend my high school reunion and catch up with old
friends.
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| GATE friends reunited |
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| Choir and English friends |
