Up to the Mountain Faot Sub, the village of Pante Masskar, Ou-Cussé, East Timor
This post was very big and was divided into two parts - The way up and the way down of Faot Sub.After an early wake up in my first weekend in Pante Massakar, I decided to visit the old ruins of Faot Sub (pronounced Fat'xuba) because I was told that it was a nice place to take pictures from the mountain in the back of the village.
As always incredible views of the sun rising up on the right before I go to my morning coffee.
And the view on the left.
After my portuguese expesso coffee in the "Moxito" Restaurant, after talking to the owner, he confirmed me that Faot Sub was a nice place to visit.
A millenar sacred (lulik) tree in East Timor on the street.
This trees can't be cutted except if the local community regulatory law and order called tara bandu, and it requires the participation of village leaders and others to discuss the rules are set for things like cutting a sacred tree or forbid of fishing in some zones, and it involves rituals including animal sacrifices.
With these strange roots pending from the tree.
Some people going out for fishing.
A last vision of the sea before climbing the mountain of Faot Sub.
And a map to have the notion of the environment.
A view of the fertile rice fields with the Mountains on the back.
Some Views on the way up in the mountain of the ruins of Faot Sub.
Faot Sub was an ancient prison made by the Portuguese colonialists, and it seemed to have been used for common criminal prisoners.
This one was not a prison for the"desterrados"- the Portuguese people expelled from Portugal- that could finish in a jail like the one of the Island of Ataúro, that I've mentioned in one of my posts.
The first screenshot of the Village of Pante Massakar.
And the surroundings. On the right.
And to the left.
The mountains in the Top.
And the sea on the back.
And finally the ruins of Faot Sub, that in the local dialect Baikeno means "buried stone".
The entrance always marked by the Christian Church, with a falling cross. :)
All the beautiful strategic places in East Timor are always transformed in religious cults with a mix of Christian symbols and local beliefs of a still ancient animistic culture.
The right part of the ruins.
View of the front of the sanctuary.
View on the left of the ruins
Ruins on the left.
And the Sanctuary in the front.
A closer view.
The effect of the wax of the candles.
And nature "eating" the ruins on the left.
Going to the back part of the ruins for some shots.
And now the beautiful views on the back. To the right.
In the back.
Lookin left.
Back.
Looking down at a beautiful house in the valley.
And view to the sea.
And now here comes the most interesting event of a group of kids I found in the mountain, that could only speak the local dialect baikeno, that I don't understand a word.
They were there to collect special harder stones for their slingshots for hunting birds, as well as to use a local tank of water that they use for their daily hygiene and baths.
Fortunately, one kid come from the back and said that he can speak portuguese, and we were talking for hours about lots of stuff they wanted to know about Europe and even about the capital Dili that they had never visited.
Fernando was his name and he could translate our conversation to the other kids.
Fernando explained to me that he was the only one on a portuguese school in a group of 10, and he had quite a different and more cognitive mind as well as a bigger self-confidence, that the other kids that could only speak Baikeno.
The big problem of East-Timor - a country with the official language of portuguese - doesn't teach portuguese at their schools. The big problem is that the local dialects do not have enough concepts to deal with the actual complexity of society.
The solution should be to teach them both so that Timor didn't lose in cultural identity expressed in the myriad of local dialects, that makes sometimes very difficult to establish communication when Timorese people go from one province to another.
And now the photos of my friends that stayed with me until the sunset (about 5 hours).
The special stones to hunt birds.
Always ready for a good laugh.
These artist kids use the leaves of trees or stones to color and draw in the floor rocks.
The finished car.
In this post I'm acomplishing a promise. I've made to Fernando that I would put him on Youtube, because he has high expectations in life, to learn languages and to become a singer.
And the video I putted in Youtube as promised to Fernando that is the lead singer.