Experiencing a bit of writer’s block at the moment. I think my mind is being pulled in a lot of directions. It feels like when I try to write, one of this big buffalos is sitting on my wrists, stopping what is in my brain from flowing through to my fingertips. I’ll try to write some more about Timor as soon as the darn buffalo moves out of the way.
Photo taken on the road from Lospalos to Bacau.