While driving back to Ruteng, I kept passing little pavilions playing loud music. People were started to gather, and looked excited at the prospect of a party. What could all these parties be?

I stopped at the little coffee shop run by the friendly family, and the husband explained that today was first communion!

When I got to Ruteng, I went to the convent. This is the “in” place to stay in town. But the nun turned me away because the music was too loud. People take their first communion parties seriously in Flores.

The proprietor of Rimi Hotel was a wealth of information.
The proprietor of Rimi Hotel was a wealth of information.

I checked into the Rimi Hotel again, which I stayed in on my first visit. Unlike last time, it was full of bule. The helpful owner invited all of us to first communion parties with his family.

I followed him on my motorbike, and when I arrived, there were only a few bule there. Where where the other foreigners? It turns out he has a big family, and took people to different parties!

They had a buffet of food, rice wine, and karaoke. Everybody was very friendly. It was a fun night.

While singing karaoke, I put my camera on full auto and gave it to a local. He took some pretty good shots.

Party time!
Party time!
Bule singing karaoke.
Bule singing karaoke.
Sometime you get some nice shots when you give your camera to a local.
At the party.
At the first communion party.
Sometime you get some nice shots when you give your camera to a local.
A local at the party.
A local at the party.
Terry
I'm Terry, former cubicle-dweller, and now traveler, photographer, writer, and entrepreneur. I quit my job in 2014 to travel to US national parks, then to South East Asia. I write about independent, flexible, long-term, budget travel. Sign up to my newsletter to get the latest news on what I'm up to. I hope you join me on my trek around the world.

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