
The water filter prototypes. Above a conatiner of impure water with a hold in the bottom where a colloidial silver and activated charcoal filter can be screwed in. and below the clean water with a hole for a spiggot.

The water filter prototypes. Above a conatiner of impure water with a hold in the bottom where a colloidial silver and activated charcoal filter can be screwed in. and below the clean water with a hole for a spiggot.
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East Timor is such a beautiful place with great lush mountain leaping out of a blue ecuatorial sea.
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The children of East Timor in the market place in Manatutu. Manatutu is the state capital and merchants would come with their families to live in makeshift stores untill all their merchandise had been sold, when they would return home.

The view from the restaurant where I would eat each day. The umbrellas are made from abandoned UN satelite dish antennas. In the background are fishing boats. Without electricity of refrigeration people 10 miles inland could not get the important protein of fresh fish.

This is the traditional firing method. Buffalo Dung surrounds the pottery acting as both fuel and insulator. The whole firing takes about 45 minutes to an hour.

The firing in process. Firing time depends on wind conditions. Success also depends on wind conditions and the skill of the potter.



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A publicity shot of the Pottery we created. This group of mostly women run the program. Behind on the right is the door to the kiln room.
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The Soccer Team. Every evening I would go and play soccer with the young men from Manatutu. They made me an honorary member and gave me the team flag.

Me (the white guy) Sandy Lockwood an Australian Potter is the white woman behind me. Most of the people here are Timorese who work with World Vision, the Christain NGO who funded the project. Behind us is the new Kiln
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The women of Manatutu who were to run the pottery store. You can see the traditional Tais weavings being casually shown off.
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Goats outside the Bili Bali Olaria. Where we were building the kiln. No one fences in their animals during the day because it would mean they would have to bring in food. What a silly idea, when to feed your livestock all you need to do is take them for a walk.
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Here I am on the top of a mountain just outsite Manatutu. Hau oho foho means I fight the mountain.
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