I always brag about how I managed to travel from west to east of Timor-Leste on a public bus in one day. Apologies. But seriously, it’s not easy. I believe that it’s not the journey but the destination and many would agree with that cliche but for this specific trip, it’s both the journey and the destination. The destination is already stunning in itself whatever kind of journey I have taken, either by a private 4WD or a public bus. And yes, the journey made the destination much more stunning. As they say, the greater the effort, the sweeter the reward. The more you fought for something, the more meaningful victory is. While eating the most delicious biscuits I ever had and waiting for the rain to stop under the shades of a giant tree, I felt that I was in a battle of journeys, fighting my way to see the mysterious beaches of Jaco Island.
I have never met a Timorese who had been to Jaco Island. Foreigners I’ve met in Dili know where it is but have never been there. I heard that it’s a sacred island for Timorese and no one lives there. Crocodiles live around the island though making this island more elusive and more enchanting.
It may be true that it is enchanted. Carrying a 2-kg bag that got heavier each step, a deafening silence except for the mockingbirds, I heard the splashing waves from afar and believed I was close only to find out, in retrospect, that I was not even halfway yet. Fatigue, hunger and thirst probably caused this hallucination but I prefer to believe that the island is indeed enchanted, casted a spell on me, and it was, at that time, calling me, encouraging me to continue walking towards it.
And continue I did. And I’m glad I did. And I did see the most enchanting island paradise tucked away in this corner of Timor-Leste, calling for weary travelers to rest, and waiting to be discovered by those who heed the call.
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