Jesus Backbeach behind Kristo Rae. |
As you arrive into the Dili you are greeted by these steep green hills charging down to the coast line. Out the window of the plane it seems the city is surrounded by amazing beaches but it's kind of lost once you get to the National Airport you see huge Russian UN helicopters
parked on the tarmac, then in the streets white UN Prado’s speed around and the
UNPOL (UN Police which are composed of Australians, Turkish, Nepalese,
Egyptians, Mayasian...) seem to be everywhere. Everyone, locals and expats
alike seem to be working for an NGO or the UN; this makes Dili a very cosmopolitan
place compared to other Indonesian cities in the region... the Portuguese wine
selection is huge but I'm yet to figure out what is quality.
It looks like an Indonesian city, and after 25 years of
occupation and having such a close neighbour it’s not surprising, but it really
is different. I guess Pontinak would be kind off similar in size... the roads
are terrible, traffic annoying, footpaths unpredictable and drainage limited.
It’s when you get down to the people is when you start to notice the big
difference to its large neighbour; less conservative and more progressive
social attitudes...
Only behind the back of Jesus would someone be bold enough to sport hot pink and mustard in a striking J-pop pose. |
Sample of the hills that line the back of Dili. Green now; but later... not so green. Maybe charcoal. |
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