Right before sunrise, and the sun just over the horizon.

Still in Indonesia. Kupang is the southern most city in Indonesia and located in Timor. 

It is not a city that often sees cruise ship traffic. The port is well set up and the pier is certainly long enough for a ship of this size but I don’t see that the bus system or port buildings could handle a much larger influence.  

In European history – the island was “discovered” by the Portuguese then taken over by the Dutch in the early 1600’s. Much of the discussion about who has rights to what seem to have had nothing to do with the people already there (why am I not surprised?) There were also various English incursions corresponding to various European Wars. It also was heavily bombed during WWII by the Allies when it was under Japanese control.

There is a heavily Christian influence here –

and apparently is the current seat of the regional Archdiocese.

There is also a significant Muslim but visibly nowhere near as prevalent.

I found the presence of the “cobbler’s row” more interesting. Set up along the side of one of the main thoroughfares, there were close to a dozen set up in a row, each with their own chair, bag of shoes, and perhaps a stool busily repairing/resoling shoes. 

I couldn’t figure out who had the shade umbrellas in terms of seniority, or wealth, or position or ??? Since all were very similar I also was thinking that maybe it was another vendor’s job to rent/set them up? I don’t speak any of the local languages and unfortunately, the only English speakers seemed to be at the University located right behind that wall. Since they seemed to be occupied in grounds clean up and burning piles of horribly smelling trash – I wasn’t going to go there!

Moving back toward the harbor – I got the feeling that the light house was relatively new. Since it was located on another spit of land from where we were standing – I didn’t get a chance to see it up closer. That half-shell thing in the lower corner of the picture turned out to be one of a number of partly sheltered seating areas facing the bay. 

It was hot. It was humid. We had planned to getting to one of the museums. Said museum (if the young woman helping actually knew anything) was more than 5 km away. More than I wanted to walk in the heat. Taking one of the local “buses” or back of a motor cycle wasn’t going to happen. 

We headed back to the ship a bit earlier than planned as a result. But then since we drove through a brief but intense rain shower on the way back, perhaps it was for the best!

and today’s buses weren’t as colorful, but in a lot better a shape.  

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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