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Published: December 11th 2007
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00 :12. The sound of a dentist’s drill penetrating my temple wakes me up.
Covered in sweat I sigh, it's just a dream. It’s not a dentist’s drill; there are mosquitoes in the tent.
A wild hunt begins and ends in handclapping, then silence.
02 :23. Something has awoken the dogs. Loud barking ricochet in the distance as every dog in the village joins the cacophony. A dog yelps as his owner g...
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Johan
Storytelling at its best!
As usual we are spoilt by your under the skin photos and rich storytelling, this semi-journal mode really works well. I had to smile at your note on random people throwing Portugese greetings at you along the road, the exact same words and experience that you will have in Timor Leste.