Jalan jalan

I wandered on a isolated beaches, sat on a bonfire with fishermans, played some pool in Teddy's bar and went around of Kupang city on these grazy bemoes with loud soundsystems and huge colourful stickers of either Jesus or sexy playboy girls.

But anyway, my daily routine for last ten day has been following: Just walking on Jalan Sumatera, Jl Garoda and Jl Silaweda, looking at the sea and the boats, dreaming, coffee and internet in Lavalon, Manggo juice and Nasi goreng in night market and few bottles of Anker beer in Robin's place (Pantai Laut Resto)
So I have been just hanging around, made some questions here and there, met many awesome characters in night of Kupang and got some new tips, heard some new rumours about yachts, got some new contackts and my hope is ingreasing. Maybe I don't meet the Persian Princess just right now, but it seems that I might get a ride in yacht to Australia!

Streets of Indonesia

I ran from Bali to Kupang or I could actually say that I rushed from Central-Java to West-Timor. I passed without any thoughts beaches of Bali, wild and free tourist girls, Hindu temples and sweet smell of Indian incenses..
I waited a ferry to Sumbawa, ate some banana chips, watched the sun sets over the mountains of Lombok and weird sorrow filled my mind. I know that Kupang will be my last stops in Asia before entering Australia and so called western culture. Is it this running how I say goodbyes to Asia?
Anyway I sat on a next bus and continued my journey towards the east. I passed Mosques in Sumbawa, Komodo Dragons, Flores hobbits, Kelitmutu's magical tricoloured volcanic lakes and thought that one just can't see or experience everything..

But anyway in those long hours in buses I saw many beautiful smiles, met many new friends. And in a last ferry from Ende to Kupang I sat 18 hours on red wooden box, saw dolphins swimming next to the ferry, played "I like.., Do you like?" game with a ten years old boy from Bajawa and the full moon of October shine on the sky and made a silver bridge over the sea..
And I felt in my heart: I just love this country!

Pelantsuhan Benoa

I came to Bali and for the first thing I went to harbor Benoa, ordered an ice lemon tea and chatted with sailors. Yes, I have already begun to understand that I'm late or just traveling on a wrong season. The winds are blowing to the north and to the west. Almost nobody is going to the east on these days. But anyway hoping for some kind of miracle to happen I put my note on the wall:

Heading to Australia?
Do you need extra crew on your boat?

Some temperature and also some weird feelings in my stomach say to me that would be better not to travel for few days. So I'll write and just rest some days on hills of Bali. Then I start to rush, run and race with my poor money situation and approaching cyclone season. I'll follow a hint I got six months ago in Irkutsk (Thanks Alex). The hint about place in Timor where sailors and yachtmans from Darwin might hang around.
Kupang and Teddy's bar. I'm coming!