Other Dili photos
Tuesday, day 16
Because my music project hasn’t quite started yet, my imagination is getting caught up in other local events. On Friday last week (day 12) the burned-out car wreck sitting at the back of the block beside us got towed. A bright yellow tow truck reversed up the laneway, the local men attached a rope to the car wreck, and everyone turned out to watch the spectacle of it being towed away. All the children clamoured to help.
The local men have also been busy on the block, chopping down trees, digging holes, exposing pipes. We aren’t sure if the infrequent water supply we had last week is due to this activity, or completely unrelated.
I’ve been spending time in the inner suburb of Vila-Verde lately, which is where Mana Er lives, and where the Immigration Department office for visa extensions is located. It’s also where the Cathedral is, and I took this photo while I waited for a bus back home the other day. The sky was darkening with impending rain, so the sunlight was particularly intense.
I’ve found that catching taxis is a good way to practice my Tetun conversation, because taxi drivers tend to ask questions on all the topics that you cover in language classes – where are you from, what are you doing here, are you married, have children, etc. In Dili, a man’s taxi is clearly an extension of his personality and public identity (the way some men’s t-shirts are in Australia, perhaps), and they tend to be highly decorated with small stuffed toys, doilies and mats, pictures cut from magazines, additional little stick-on mirrors, and a vast array of air fresheners.
Our landlords are keeping a bull in the backyard. We are quite fond of the bull although he is getting progressively skinnier which is sad. He is originally from Lospalos. We hope for his sake he will get to return to Lospalos soon because there isn’t much grass left for him to eat here. Meanwhile, here is a picture of him in the backyard at night-time, standing beside the satellite dish.