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Meet my trusty red Ford Ranger.
From dusty roads to breathtaking mountain views, this old beauty has been my ride for both work and wanderlust.
Not lost. Soaking in the beauty. Become part of nature, blending smoothly with the spirit of the place.
Lost? Not really. It’s just a river in the rainy season, now disguised as a road. Plenty of side streets, shortcuts, and hidden turns, none of which, of course, are on any map. But hey, that’s half the fun!
Lost! No problem. A friendly local is happy to help. He points into the air but somehow describes the exact route and the current state of the ‘road’, or what passes for one here. And honestly, his directions are more reliable than any map!
The washing place is a watching place. And my dirty red Ford? It’s always seen. The boys spot it from afar and call me over. No excuses. You have to sit, share a coffee, maybe even a meal. It’s an invitation to belong.
The conversation starter. From empty place to full stories in one minute. The people appear only to be in frame.
Flat tires? Just another Tuesday in Timor-Leste.
Luckily, the repair pros are literally on every corner. No appointment needed, just pull over, grab a coffee, and watch them work their magic.
My red Ford Ranger has become a regular at these roadside “spas”. It’s not a breakdown. It’s an opportunity to chat with the neighbours. Here, a flat tire is a part of everyday.
Officially the world’s most unexpected duck launchpad.
The ducks in have figured out: it’s the perfect platform for their roof-top ambitions. Why waste energy flapping from the ground when you can just waddle up to the truck, take a running start, and whoosh - straight to the roof?
And yes, I’ve now added ‘duck taxi service’ to my Ranger’s list of unofficial jobs.
