Sunday, April 24, 2011

Flat tire

In PNG Good Friday and the Monday after Easter are holidays so a group
of us guys decided to go for a bike ride. One of the guys got a flat
tire and we were trying to fix it and a group of PNG guys stopped to
watch and talk with us. I couldn't help but notice the large bow and
arrow one of the men had. After I got home and looked at the picture I
thought to my self, those arrows look awfully big to be shooting birds
(the only game animals around). Then I thought maybe it was just as
well I didn't ask what he was going to use it for.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

How deep

On our ride off center last week Laura and I rode through this puddle.
There was really no way of knowing how deep it was in the middle so I
just rode right through and hoped for the best.

Monday, April 18, 2011

One man's junk is another man's treasure

Since moving to Papua New Guinea I think twice before throwing "junk"
away...broken umbrellas, ripped up shoes, stained and torn t-shirts,
empty juice containers....A lot of items like these will be put to good
use if I stick them just outside our yard on the side of the road; they
often disappear within minutes.

Our friend, Dariasso, has to walk some distance to get fresh water so
she appreciates getting juice containers from us.

The metal from umbrellas can be used to make fishing spears or needles
for weaving handbags called bilums. (Often bilums are carried on the
head - see the woman in this photo).

Friday, April 15, 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

In the Wild

Yesterday Paul and I rode the motorcycle 40 km through the wilderness.
The scenery was so stunning I could hardly wrap my mind around it and
our photos hardly begin to capture the beauty. Living on the center here
in Papua New Guinea it's easy to forget that we are literally in the
middle of Nowhere. This ride reminded me. The tall waving grass, the
soft rolling hills and mountains go on and on and on.

The other night Paul and I rode the motorcycle across center to pick up
some medicine. As we drove on the outskirts of center, near the fence, I
couldn't see anything but inky blackness and stars. It was a strange
thought to think that just outside that fence was a vast wilderness -
primitive and mysterious.