trying to say goodbye to dili but it's hard... as i walk the city streets lots of memories from the last days in the mountains in baguia keep on crossing my heart. they were preparing for the "dia dos finados", the day of the dead. they spend 3 days with the family to celebrate. they have a lot of pride in their dead here, they represent freedom, they are the independance of the country and it's not rare to see a framed picture of a man who died during the occupation years put in a little altar inside his fmily's house. the pictures are often in front of a revolutionary flag with a picture of che guevara or other freedom icons. in those 3 days whole villages go up to the big cemiteries and dig up the bones of their family members and take them back home. in baguia i stayed with sra adelaide cabral and sr martinho pinto, the best hosts i can think of as i felt straight away like part of the family. really sweet people! and the mountains are lovely up there, in those hard to reach villages where lots of people has been hidden for so many years. they showed me the hiding places of lots of portuguese people who went there in the time of the indonesian invasion. this things are told with an "oh pa" here and there, with the tone of a portuguese revolutionary :) and it all feels so special...
this country filled up my heart in a really special way! i was here long enough to have lots of strong feelings and i left enough things to see and do that i really feel i want to come back :) all and all... a perfect visit to a very very special part of the world!
this is also as east i will get on this trip. from now on i travel west :)
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