It took about 3 seconds for Doug and I to fall into the rythm of the city of Timor-Leste. Gone this time was the nervousness of entering a mysterious place with no knowledge of the people, language, culture, or what we were getting into. The wet heat that scorches you when you walk outside the plane seems to have a hypnotic effect. You walk slower, move and think at a pace that feels like walking through syrup. It is now taken for granted that the rental car guy isn't waiting for you as promised. You know that you will have to call him, that it will take half the morning to complete the paperwork for a rental car for which there is no insurance coverage. We now know how to dodge the potholes that have grown larger in our absence. People have been creative though and one pothole has a tree in it and another has 2 tires to warn drivers. The top 4 inches of the tires show above the edge of the street,demonstrating to drivers just how deep the hole is. "Welcome home to Timor-Leste" - and we are actually glad to be back to this Alice in Wonderland place, that for another month, we will call home.
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