Dili, the young capital of Timor Leste, is a bustling and vibrant city. At least during the day, that is. When night falls then gangs roam around, preying on the unlucky people still outside. Or so we have been told. To me it seemed pretty safe at night. But then, maybe we were lucky?
The whole economy not only of Dili, but of all of East Timor, is fueled by money provided by the UN and all the various NGOs. Everything here, from basics like food to activities like diving, is quite expensive, again because of the UN and NGO personnel, who just write it off as expenses. Which makes me wonder what happens when all of them pull out?
During the day every second car you see is a Toyota Landcruiser with the UN logo on the side. Australian soldiers in full battle gear come by your guest house for a quick beer and everywhere you pay with US dollars, which is, for now at least, the official currency.
I like Dili a lot actually, the people here are really friendly and seem to be hopeful to put all the troubles behind them. The whole place has an atmosphere of departure into a brighter future about it. At the same time, though, there are still many tent camps scattered around town, filled with refugees and, obviously, the UN is still here and needed. For a little taste of Dili, here’s a slideshow: