It is early morning here in Lauban Bajo. In Indonesia they don’t use coffee filters. It’s sort of like Turkish coffee but not quite as strong and maybe more sugar and maybe some sweetened condensed milk. But it’s in my room and it’s waiting for me, and the hot water boiler works, so here I am on cup of coffee number 2 because Paloma and I got to sleep a little too late last night, after deciding at 8:45 that we needed some dinner after all — so we’d better find something. The closest restaurant was 5 minutes down a busy road but they served a pretty mean grilled red snapper which we shared (and enjoyed) as we watched an English soccer game and sipped our fruit juices. Paloma got papaya, and I tried avocado. It came with a hint of chocolate syrup – quite delicious actually – I’ll probably try to make that again when we get home.
