Sunday 20th October
When we were
riding our motorbikes around Rote – Pete’s poor leg still bears a big burn scar
– John and Pete thought we would be able to find a resort, to have a
bintang. We went up and down various
inviting-looking pathways, only to find locked gates.
Eventually we
found a beautiful little compound, on a glorious beach. Aha - was this our BintangMecca? Well no, it was a private residence, under
construction by a team of workers for an expat Irish woman who is building a
beautiful little hideaway for herself to live, and for her children and
grandchildren to visit.
It is on a
glorious beach, with white sand, gentle swimming, and fabulous surf waves. All she needs to satisfy many age
groups. I took a photo of her beach, and
didn’t pay much attention to the boat anchored there.
Small, not very sea-worthy. When we were leaving she told us this boat
had been impounded by the authorities a week or so ago, laden with people bound
for Christmas Island…The people have been bundled off to be dealt with
elsewhere, poor buggers. And the rickety
little boat sits there in Sarah*’s bay…maybe it is hers now, she is not sure…
*Not her real
name…I don’t want to invade her privacy any more than we already did…
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