I’m enjoying my life here in Dili, the strange intricacies of living here are starting to become normal. You get used to things being a little odd and resolving problems which you never thought could actually be a problem.
Today I went to a second hand clothes market, these markets are really the only place in Timor to buy ‘Western sized’ clothes. The market is makeshift huts or shacks, with bamboo or pieces of wood for racks. All of the clothes are second hand and most of them left behind by people just like me. I was after a pair of shorts and found the only pair that looked like it might fit my ample booty, and a few T-shirts. Off to the change room: a bedsheet covering a very small corner of the hut.
Midday, under a tin roof, in a shack with rice sacks for walls, it was well over 30 degrees. I was wrestling to pull a tshirt over my now sweating body, without punching a hole through the wall with my elbow. I got it on and although it was quite dark and there wasn’t a mirror, I thought it seemed to fit OK… and then the itching started. I lifted up the shirt to find hundreds of little dots on my stomach. Ants. It would appear the tshirt had been full of ants.
The little red ants were biting angrily, everywhere they could, and spreading quickly. I started smushing them while trying to take the shirt off and without falling out of the mini change-room. A very bizarre dance ensued, along with quite a bit of swearing and a lot of sweat..
This hardly even happens at Myer..
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