Kill-ah

Last Sunday I went on what in my family would qualify as a "killer" hike. Crack of dawn start? Check. Multiple summits? Check. Bushwhacking? Hell yeah. Blood loss? Claro que si. We ended up following a dry river bed up the hill, hiking across the ridge of the hills cupping Dili's most popular beach, crossing by the Indonesia-era microwave towers, and then descending into a pig farm.

While there were no bloody, impacted toenails (Matterhorn, c. 1998, Mt. Orsorno, c. 2000) or steigeisen (Mt. Cardigan, any year) or breakfast food involved, I believe that Timor has limitless potential for many more enthusiastically conceived, "killer" activities.



Above: Looking west at Dili. While the coast usually follows the curve of the hills, Dili sits in their span, as if the bay had been filled in.



Above: Looking east down the other side of the ridge. From this height the reefs are clearly visible. This beach, known as "the backside of Jesus" (in reference to the large statue) is almost always empty.



Above: Again looking east.