Wednesday, 4 September 2013

5th September - Labuan Bajo


Thursday 5th September

The navy was in town yesterday.  There were sirens, military police, armoured vehicles, and some very happy people in the motorcade:



We were surprised to see lots of young women, all wearing headscarves, in the red and white uniform.  One of the girls stopped to ask if she could practise her English, and be photographed with us:



We will undoubtedly appear on Juni’s facebook page so she can make an appearance on my blog…

Pete and I were separated for a while.  It isn’t really possible to get lost in Labuan Bajo, there is only one street, with one-way traffic doing a big loop up and around the hill.

Some very cheeky little boys accosted me: PHOTO PHOTO!  They shouted, while their father looked on apologetically.



They shrieked with laughter at the sight of themselves in the back of my camera, and then indicated that I simply HAD to take a photo of the birds on the wire on the other side of the street:



When I showed them this perfectly innocuous photo, they laughed so much there were tears and snot… Still not so sure what was so very funny but I am very glad I was able to cause such mirth.

Thirsty work, walking up and down the street looking for large batteries…So we made our way up (steep!) stairs to the Hilltop Bar where we found – oh how surprising – a bevy of Rally people, happily sipping on Bintang and watching the workers below:



I had been looking for Marilyn Graham, a fellow Tasmanian, travelling on beautiful Delphian, which is now anchored very close to us.  Happy reunion and a bit of photo opportunity:



Please note our purposeful mirror-image hand-on-hip pose – where on earth did that come from?? 

Marilyn was with Trish, a former Tasmanian, and hey had had a most wonderful trip, on the northern (Saumlaki) route.  At one stage they went high up into mountain country – I think this was in West Timor, but I’m not sure, maybe it was Flores – where there were 14,000 (yes THOUSAND) people in local costume, singing and dancing!  I must have another chat with Trish and Marilyn – surely I didn’t get this right??

I liked this carefully painted message in the toilet downstairs:



On the way back to the dinghy I was very taken with this dear little girl, carefully riding her bike around the wharf:



The little Muslim girls nearly all wear headscarves (oh so hot in this very VERY hot climate…) and all of the scarves are more beautiful, elaborate and fetching than normal unadorned hair – beads, ribbons, sparkly sequins…Doesn’t this defeat the purpose, of making girls LESS attractive to the male eye??

Back in the dinghy, back to 2XS, with a detour to Marieke III for sundowners… We had bought some lovely cheese, and wine, for them from the cool little white shop opposite the post office.  By the way all of the items we bought from there the day before were delicious – wonderful feta, made in Bali, very nice wine, made from Australian grapes, in Bali.  Tasty hard cheese.  And the bacon was the nicest we have had since – swell probably since Hill Street Grocer!

Nikoni, from Switzerland, had arrived a few hours before.  Ingvar and Seija had invited Lena and Pieter for drinks too (we weren’t really invited…we gatecrashed…) and we really enjoyed their company and their travel tales.  Lena and Seija are both Finnish and I knew they were desperately keen to speak their own language.  I assured them I would enjoy this very much, with my Campari in hand.  They took a bit of encouraging but soon were having a lovely chat while I sat, happily basking in the female chat without having to contribute or really understand it at all. 

Back on 2XS  Pete cooked an exceptionally nice dinner, which he will probably never be able to repeat.  Very simple – pasta, olive oil, chilli, garlic, a bit of our Bali bacon.  It was all so nice…we happily slid into our comfy positions on the couch and then snored our way through a whole episode of Lie To Me before going to Sleepyboboland downstairs.



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