Dili
Friday 26 May 2006
In June 1972 I took a TAA flight from Darwin to Portugese Timor, as it then was. To me, it was a wonderfully strange and exotic place, a time-warped colonial leftover. A great start to my adventure.
Today, with Australian troops on the way to Timor again, I am thinking about the people I met there, and the hard times they have had.
Children playing on the foreshore of Dili harbour while their elders fossick for shellfish at low tide. These kids must be nearing forty years of age. If they have survived.