Visited Papua-New Guinea in 1983. Went to the outskirts of Port Moresby to take a look. How do you know where the outskirts are? The road ends at dense jungle and there are people with fuzzy hair, loin clothes or grass skirts, have bones in their noses and carry a spear or bow & arrows. I told the taxi driver to take me back a half mile.…
Visited Papua-New Guinea in 1983. Went to the outskirts of Port Moresby to take a look. How do you know where the outskirts are? The road ends at dense jungle and there are people with fuzzy hair, loin clothes or grass skirts, have bones in their noses and carry a spear or bow & arrows. I told the taxi driver to take me back a half mile. That's where I did my sightseeing. PNG is close enough to the Solomon Islands that to this day when I hear lefty loonies labeled "cargo cultists" it is the PNG native I see in my mind's eye. But for all that, those folks seemed friendly enough. Lots of smiles and their small kids were cute as buttons as most small kids are.
Visited Papua-New Guinea in 1983. Went to the outskirts of Port Moresby to take a look. How do you know where the outskirts are? The road ends at dense jungle and there are people with fuzzy hair, loin clothes or grass skirts, have bones in their noses and carry a spear or bow & arrows. I told the taxi driver to take me back a half mile. That's where I did my sightseeing. PNG is close enough to the Solomon Islands that to this day when I hear lefty loonies labeled "cargo cultists" it is the PNG native I see in my mind's eye. But for all that, those folks seemed friendly enough. Lots of smiles and their small kids were cute as buttons as most small kids are.