We are something for 14 hours on Monday the 29th in the plane from Singapore to Surabaya. The airport of Surabaya is little entertaining and we are pleased when, after a little over 2 hours transfer time in the plane. The airport of Kupang, Timor, is as yet not less interesting. The only thing interesting is that there are signs outside the airport building with the GPS position of where we are and we are at 10 degrees South latitude, quite a way from home so 
Outside, crowds at the gate of the arrivals waiting. No one has a sign with our name in his hand, but it seems easy to find us because we were the only '"witneuzen" in the plane and on the airport. A man comes to us and drags our big dive axes to a van. The axles are too big to dive behind the rear bench deployed, the bags go for the bus, and we are a bit further back. We make jokes about the undoubtedly gently shabby guest house where we will be charged. What sets our surprise, however, fifteen minutes later .... We have a fairly luxurious hotel, and although it is dark, we estimate that the hotel on the outskirts of the city. There is even a swimming pool, but unfortunately at 21 hours when we arrive, already closed. But we can still eat and we go into the brightly lit restaurant (with a huge TV that are really hard and where 5 staff to stand up) sit down and order a Soto Ayam, a Mee Goreng and 2 beers. The hotel looks out completely abandoned us so after dinner we go to shower and sleep. Want to 4.45 am the alarm clock. We need to 5.15 am to 6.30 am at the airport to fly to Alor.
At the airport at 6.30 am is surprisingly busy. Later it turns out that a piece or 6 flights between 6 and 8 o'clock. And if we have a half hour delay leaving the airport is also more nearly. After a flight of 40 minutes we set foot on Alor. An even smaller than Kupang airport ... Here is one with a sign, but again, we, along with Guillaume (a Frenchman who also goes to Alor Divers) quickly found. Our tasssen disappear into a minivan and be directed to a gold-colored taxis. During the ride of half an hour, we note again that we really are in a deserted area. The houses are of wood, cardboard, corrugated iron and a single stone. We are dropped off at a stone jetty at the beach and after an hour comes from afar a speed boat, the boat of Alor Divers. Owner Gilles, who started here 2 years ago, operates the boat itself. If we lunch with Gilles and his wife Nea talk show that she almost everything here myself (should) do. There are 2 other guests, including French (Gilles is also of French origin), so we are with 5 guests on the island, what a luxury again. The huts are basic but fine. And after lunch we can finally into the water.
There is a good flow and we hang for 10 minutes on a rope behind the boat to the other divers in the water. When descending notes Marije a while that she has a bad cold, at first only pressure on her ears and around her eyes, but then a nosebleed. If the bleeding on the surface is stopped once again we are going down, this time with greater success. The flow is down firmly. The first 10 minutes we played the current but then reverses the flow and fight us there half an hour to argue Gilles, who is also a guide, it gives the signal to reverse direction again and nice to float with the flow. That's a lot more relaxed!
After the dive we go shower and sit with the iPod into the stereo device that we have taken, relaxing on porch. Unfortunately, no sunset from the porch because the porch is on the East. So tomorrow but watching a sunrise
