In the cool night air we lounge on aging wicker chairs drinking beer and Trincadiera. Shadows wander beneath banana palms and colonial Portuguese arches: fading phantoms of the dead - past diplomats, revolutionaries, reporters and spies.
In the morning we linger out front, gaze across to Atauro and the mainland point, the water still, a spooky shade of pink.
From Hotel Turismo we carry packs the length of Dili Beach, amble to the ferry and chat with 3-human rights lawyers letting their hair down for the weekend. They point to the wharf and whisper among themselves.
Later we hear of the hundreds killed here, the bodies tossed off the wharf and washed up on Dili Beach.
Photo: Pink Sea in the Morning - Dili Harbour, East Timor _ Ian Cochrane