I think the house I am staying in is relatively luxurious by Timorese standards. My room is in a loft and has a floor of wooden boards. Two adjacent sides consist of a low concrete wall topped by flyscreen, leaving the room open to the night air. Gaps between the wall and the thatched roof still allow mosquitoes and other creatures in, so at night I sleep under a net. Downstairs the living room and kitchen are tiled and feel spacious. The toilet and shower are outside. The toilet’s flush system doesn’t work so a bucket of water is on standby. There is a nice patio area and a swimming pool that is shared with the surrounding houses. I returned to the Indonesian Embassy this morning but I wasn’t allowed to submit my ready-to-go visa application. I was told to come back after 2pm to collect a ticket that would allow me to enter the Consulate and submit my application tomorrow morning. My first taste of inefficient Indonesian bureaucracy! After messing about at the Consulate, I rode out to Arte Moris, an art collective where a group of 20 artists live and practise their art. Artworks are spread throughout the yard and in two dilapidated buildings. As I looked around, one of the resident artists joined me to explain what happens there. The place is run by a group of guys who simply love art and maintain this collective so that similar-minded people can come together and create. They hold exhibitions and teach kids, and any money they make from sales is pooled to support their little community of artists. Sadly, they receive no support from the government. Art appreciation is seemingly not shared amongst the wider population. After I had checked out the various pieces, I hung out with the artists for a couple of hours drinking palm wine and sharing a bowl of Indonesian curry. They were able to practise their English while I practised my Tetun. The wine was super strong and I got pleasantly tipsy.
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|Total distance ridden||8,366km|