Circles

It seems I’ve saturated the possible Timor Leste leads.  Still lots of conversations and plenty of energy, but they’re going around in circles now and every recent lead has doubled back on previous ideas.

On the face of it, that seems I may have exhausted the possible options.  Those that should know still say “it’ll be possible”, but perhaps it is now a waiting game to see if any of the (many) seeds I’ve planted grows a tree and bears fruit.  The question then… how long do I wait?  I don’t have a whole season of waiting in me.  It’s a big question for my little adventure.

I spent some of the morning today at a beach cafe, just quietly enjoying the peace of the bay.

The cafe shut at 2, and shortly after Steve rocked up and said g’day.  We got talking.  Three hours and a birthday beer later he’s disappeared from my world again.

Thankful for Steve’s many war stories (literally) and perspective on life – saving me from my own miseries.  Everyone has their wounds.  That’s just how it is.  Life is not fair, and that’s ok.  It matters more how we respond to life than what it throws at us in the first place.

Not that this philosophising saves me from the question of the moment.  Where to now?  Home with my tail between my legs?  Back through the same list of leads to see if anyone has had a 2am epiphany?  On to Perth to see if the larger port has options Darwin lacks?  Or downscale to a simple “round the country” trip instead of “Melbourne to London”?  None of those seem like great options.  I’ll need to sit with it for a bit.  I think I’ll sit here for a bit of that bit: