Graduating from university in Timor-Leste demands a big celebration. I got to go to one such celebration tonight: Anastacio’s. It was at his home and about sixty people were present. An ‘important person’ chair was set up and Anastacio spent half of the night sitting there with his proud mother, dressed in his shiny graduation regalia. There were speeches. There was popping champagne. There was cake-cutting. There was a big feast. Anastacio was able to pursue his dream because of financial aid. His family were so poor that one of his sisters died from malnutrition when he was younger. Now he is one of the few Timorese who can call themselves a university graduate. There could be so many more if only the general population could afford it. We are lucky to have such an easy education system at home. We take education for granted, but it opens a free door into a fortunate life.

Out the front of my beach house

Out the front of my beach house

Accommodation Friend’s house
Distance ridden today 0km
Total distance ridden 8,585km