Well, I am officially overseas on my bike! I went through a rollercoaster of feelings as I was packing up my stuff and preparing for my flight. Excitement, nervousness, a little fear of the unknown. As my feet hit the tarmac in Dili I patted down my pockets and realised my wallet was missing. I immediately thought, Oh great, have I already messed things up for myself? This better not be a sign of things to come. I ran back onto the plane and found my wallet sitting on my seat. Phew! What a relief that was. I proceeded through immigration and customs without issues. The customs police were curious to know what I had in my huge bags. I just said clothes and camping gear and gestured that they could open them if they wanted. I don’t know if they understood either my words or my actions but they said ‘OK’ and waved me to the door, through which a bunch of taxi touters were waiting eagerly. I had all my stuff on a trolley and the moment I was outside it was pounced on by two guys wanting to ‘help’. I regained control of my trolley and went straight to some chairs to sit down and pretend I knew exactly what I was doing. The touters followed me and began asking where I was going. I picked one guy, asked him which car was his and explained where I wanted to go and that I was only going to pay US$10. He told me it was $20 and showed me a pricelist that indicated the ride was $20. After a bit of to- and fro-ing, I started feigning disinterest and pretended to look around at alternative rides. That got things moving and I had a pleasant $10 ride into town with my bike box hanging out of the boot. I had some scribbled directions to Ben’s house in Metiaut. Ben is my couchsurfing host and works in Timor-Leste’s national hospital as a nurse. He wasn’t going to be home but said that the house would be open and I was welcome to let myself in. After dumping my things in the house, I took to the streets to go exploring, walking back towards Dili along the coast until I was worried I wouldn’t make it back before dark. Ben was still not home when I returned so I went out again to find some dinner (seafood fried rice at a nearby restaurant), getting back again around 8.30pm. This time Ben was home so I spent the night chatting with him. Such a welcoming guy and such a welcoming place.

It survived the ride

It survived the ride

Accommodation Couchsurfing
Distance ridden today 0km
Total distance ridden 8,366km