Chasing an OZ-bound boat in Kupang

I spend most of the day trying to find local contacts that might be able to bring me just a little closer to Australia, the sea way. It´s not easy to explain why I desperately want to go with a boat to Australia. It sure feels like the right way of entering the huge continent after more than 20.000 kms on the bike. A self-inflicted challenge, you might call it.

At the Lavalon Bar I chat up an Australian sailor. He´s a very nice guy (he has Dutch genes!) but unfortunately he can´t help me. He´s going to Bali, the wrong way. There aren´t any other sailing boats in the harbour which gives me the first slap on my otherwise optimistic nose today.

I also talk to Edwin, a local agent that is really in the know about what´s on here in Kupang. He´s not too optimistic either. “If you come last week, maybe I could help you”. He tells me that in about a month there´ll be a crab fishing boat going from Kupang to Darwin and he might be able to get me onboard.
My visa expires on Sunday. An extension is an option – or else I could go to Dili up in East-Timor and get a new visa-on-arrival back in Indonesia. But waiting, hanging around in Kupang for a month waiting for a maybe-boat, naahh, I really don´t have the patience for that. I just wanna go to Australia, for Christ sake!

At the other end of town I get the same pessimistic answer. “Not possible. Maybe you go back to Bali…” . Hell no! Things are starting to look not too bright in Camp WT.

Thus, in a matter of a few hours, my hope of entering lovely Australia by boat vanishes in the hustle & bustle of Kupang.

For the first time I start considering flying to Darwin and the Merpati sales agent tells me that there´s a flight twice a week, Saturday and Tuesday. Potentially, that could be my way out of drifting away here in Kupang. I make a reservation and am asked to come back tomorrow to see if there´s a seat available. The administrative part of the company is apparently in Darwin and only after an @-correspondence is the agent able to tell me if I can go or not.

Well-well, I did what I could today. Though seen from my boat view it´s been rather fruitless. Life´s like that sometimes…

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