nasty coffee

I hadn’t really slept properly the night before, with the need to change the tape in my dv camera every hour during the capturing process. When morning came, I was exhausted and wasn’t sure if I could do the drive to Atambua. But I realized I had little choice as Sisto was going to accompany me to West Timor that day, and the last thing I wanted to do was to cancel on him. I didn’t want him to get the impression that I wasn’t excited about this, because the translator’s enthusiasm matters a great deal in how the interview turns out. So I threw something on, rubbing my sleepy eyes, and got into the car. Needless to say, I needed caffeine soon after our departure and we stopped by some shack in order to get some.

Kopi Indonesia actually tasted better than it looked. Too bad it wasn’t Café Timor though.