Two wonderful people from the Hash House Harriers seem to have adopted us and I can't imagine how we would have survived without their help. There is so much you need to know to survive in a country like Timor and both Steve and Karis have a lifetime of experience living and working in third world countries. On our last night in Timor, they had us over for dinner and Karis cooked a meal that was better than any restaurant could have created. This is a remarkable feat, but even more remarkable when you understand how difficult it is to find specific foods in Timor. The entire month that we were there, a ship was within view, waiting for the paperwork to be approved to allow it to unload its cargo in Dili. You could look out and see the ship that had the butter and cheese that you couldn't find at the stores. There was almost a riot when a group of us fought for the last of the butter to be found (I scored one package and ran!).
In the photo, Steve and Karis are in their best red dresses for the Hash House Harrier's Red Dress Run that every year raises money for the Red Cross and convinces the locals that yes, the Malays (foreigners) truly are crazy.
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