Skip to main content

Home from Papua New Guinea

Home Sweet Home .... we had another wonderful and amazing PNG adventure ( not without incident - see later ) . Here's a summary....
The first week was spent preparing and attending the wedding of a friend, Frank Goi. The wedding was in a remote village, called Gun ( pronounced more like the French 'un") on the border of Western Highlands and Chimbu Provinces. The second week was back at Mando where we worked as Rotary volunteers last year as well.
Day 1: Travel . Newcastle-Brisbane-Port Moresby - Mt Hagen. Sleepover in Mt Hagen Hotel.
Day 2 : Shopping for essentials like toilet paper in Mt Hagen, adjusting to altitude, travelling by vehicle ( complete with police escort) to the village via muddy, slippery , rough gravel mountainside tracks. Huge welcome - hundreds of people in the rain. Hard to believe that a couple of generations here haven't seen white skinned people before! Welcome was by women wailing and screaming, as well as traditional dances and music, presentations of bilums ( woven bags) and hats, and of course, many speeches in English, pidgin and the local language. Walk to Gun through mud, and settle into our village home for the week. All were grateful for a mattress and a sleeping bag that night!
Day 3 : The Bride Price. All day, people came from everywhere to contribute to the bride price - money, bananas, sweet potatoes, vegetables, live pigs and goats .... As each contributor made his/her offerings, there were emotional speeches, more screaming and lifting the contributors. We were made members of the Kumkan clan and of course also contributed. In a break in proceedings,there was more work to be done - the men cut down banana leaves, and the women carried them back to the food preparation area for the mumu ( pit cooking) the next day. After a nighttime presentation, the women peeled green bananas and sweet potatoes until about midnight. The men went to bed earlier because they had to kill the pigs early in the morning. Day 4: The pits and heating of the stones in the fire started before dawn, and as the sun rose, the pigs were killed for today's feast. Fortunately, one of the Australian delegation was a butcher, and he was able to complete the deed for us. As the food cooked in the pits, we walked around the area, visited a community school and swam in the Gar River. Then home by about 3pm, to see masses of food laid out on banana leaves, all with labels. Each contributor to the bride price was allocated some food to take home to his/her family. We ate a fantastic roast pork lunch. That night, performers from the village presented dramas about courting, sang, danced and played music... an amazing colourful, exciting, and cultural show .
Day 5 : A tour of the Waghi Valley, Western Highlands Province - an area to be declared as the new Jiwaka Province after the third reading in Parliament on 7 July - lots of political speeches, but interesting tours of a coffee production plant, a sustainable Christian leaders' training college, and a teachers' college. The touring was again over rough roads, so we were very happy again to be back in the village after we trekked in in the dark.
Day 6: The wedding- we were up early to get dressed in traditional costume - one experience I certainly won't forget. Rather weird though that the bride was radiant in beaded white satin and the groom in a formal suit, while we were in our cuscus furs and feathers! There was a blessing of the house while the wedding was delayed as it rained quite heavily, and we were not able to walk through the wet mud to the village church. The ceremony finally took place around noon, with speeches from a grandstand, by VIPs - the provincial governor, other local politicians, and some of us. Quite an experience to give a speech in front of a couple of thousand people from a woven bamboo "grandstand"! 8 of the 14 in our group left to go to mt Hagen to catch a plane back to Australia the next morning. Day 7. Up early again to prepare for our trip to Mando, the village in the Eastern Highlands where our Rotary Health, Education and Literacy Project is centred. It had rained the night before so the terrain was muddy, slippery and slimy - and we almost made it out. Unfortunately, Jim ( my husband) fell and when we heard the crack, we knew something was broken. He had to be carried out by four strong men, and put into the waiting vehicle - a four wheel drive troop carrier. We decided just to keep going - to get to Mando and assess the situation there. The journey across the Daulo Pass was an adventure - we were held up by "raskols" ( gang of petty thieves) and I must admit I was a bit scared. However, they turned out to be quite mild mannered -accepting only 10 kina ( $5) to let us go. After the four hour drive, we felt so grateful to be in Mando to have the beautiful traditional house ready for us. Women brought aloe vera leaves to wrap around Jim's leg. By this time he was in severe pain and suffering from shock.
Day 8: Jobs at Mando School while Jim rested. The five of us made presentations at the school assembly, and while the others did some maintenance jobs around the school,, including locating our disappearing pig, I worked out ways of getting Jim to a hospital. and then make some plans to get home. An old man in the village produced a set of crutches ( not the same length) but they did allow Jim access to the outside "toilet"
Day 9: Jim to Goroka Hospital. I found someone with a car and he kindly drove us 85km to the hospital early in the morning, and there I found a Rotary contact, who is the Director of Nursing. She fast tracked us through emergency, and Jim saw a surgical registrar, was x rayed, and had a plaster cast applied, a prescription filled and phone calls were made to Rotary contacts here in Newcastle - all in a couple of hours! Back to Mando to complete jobs and meet with the school principal and for Jim to rest Day 10: Finsh up the maintenance jobs at Mando and pack up the house for the next team of volunteers. We travelled into Goroka, and booked into a guesthouse, where we stayed to prepare for the trip home. We dined in style at the Bird of Paradise Hotel.
Day 11: Travelling with someone with a broken leg is worrying. Amazingly, our Rotary friends at home had contacted the airlines to organise a wheelchair for Jim. What was even more amazing, was that all through PNG, there was not a single problem, - in fact Jim was given the best of care. It was only when we hit the domestic airport in Brisbane that finding a wheelchair or any other means of support for Jim proved difficult. HOME AT LAST ....
It is now 4 days after arriving home and Jim has just undergone an operation to insert a plate and pin to correct the damage to his leg.
Phew! While we love an adventure every now and then, I think we can do without some of the excitement ... And now, only 500 or so more photos to sort out.

Comments

  1. OOOH Wilma!!You must have been SO WORRIED about Jim.He must have been in SO much pain! I am glad he has now had the proper medical help he needed. You won't forget that trip in a hurry!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. I thoroughly enjoyed your story and photos on your trip to PNG. I only travelled to the highlands once when I was there and that was to Mt Hagen for a golf tournament. The rest of my time I spent on the coast.

    Now, as the Community Partner for Papua New Guinea, I would invite you to share your stories and photos on the Papua New Guinea Community site at http://png.cagora.com

    You have some beautiful images and some great experiences.

    Lukim yu,


    Ric

    ReplyDelete
  3. What an extraordinary time you have had Wilma, definitely not a trip you will forget in a hurry!!.
    The photo's are amazing and your costume very exotic. Hope Jim is mending well, I can imagine how worried you would have been so far from home. Bet Newcastle seems a bit tame after your adventure :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. I enjoyed reading about your adventures in PNG as well ... what a journey!

    ... I am glad that Jim is recovering as well.

    Kathleen xx

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Thanks for reading my blog and please share your thoughts about my blog post by leaving a comment.Your comment won't appear immediately as comments are verified before publication in an effort to reduce the amount of spam appearing. Anonymous comments will not be published.

Popular posts from this blog

May I Present Mrs Chalumeau...

Finally Mrs Chalumeau takes a bow …She is a Pearly Queen … 695 buttons on the doll and 10 on the journal.(I think – could be more). I would like to thank Paula from Antiques and Collectables here in Hamilton, Newcastle and Raku Buttons ETSY seller for supplying me with about 500 of the vintage mother of pearl buttons, and the rest I had in my stash. I think they look great on my pearly queen, but I am truly tired of sewing on buttons. It made me think however, how many buttons must be on the elaborate clothes of the real pearly Kings and Queens! I drew my inspiration from the lovely lady pictured here, and the following description from Wikipedia. ... A Pearly King ( feminine form Pearly Queen) is a person dressed in a traditional Cockney costume covered in mother-of-pearl buttons. These costumes were treasured heirlooms, hand made and sometimes representing much of a family's wealth. .... This doll is all cloth – a little different from most of my other dolls which generally h

Wednesday's Child /2

Work in Progress - 3 of the 193 for "Stitched Up"- Wilma Simmons   The work for the "Stitched Up " Project  continues. See the previous "Wednesday Child" post for the background to this art project celebrating the 150th anniversary of the Newcastle Industrial School. I have been documenting the progress of my work, so I thought it might be interesting to share some of the early stages of the "stick dolls" ... Here are some of the beginning steps.. Sticks collected while walking the bushland in my neighbourhood  Drying and getting rid of any insects - oven heat 75 degreesC for approx 1-2 hours.  Trimmed and cut if necessary  Ends sealed with matte sealing solution.  Drying  - solution goes on white but dries clear.  First wrapping - foil to create a body shape  Second wrapping - stretch fabric.  Third wrapping - fabric strips  Some stitching - more stitching and embellishment to come.  Follow thi

"Temari Or Not Temari?" Tutorial

 Background Information:  Temari (literally translated “hand ball”) is a Japanese folk craft that is alleged to have originated in China and was introduced to Japan five or six hundred years ago. Traditionally, the balls were constructed from wrapped kimono fabric remnants and silk threads. They were made by mothers and grandmothers for children to play with. Nowadays, decorative embroidered temari represent a highly valued and cherished gift symbolizing friendship and loyalty. Recently I've wondered if your don't use traditional techniques whether you should call what you create "temari". That is an ongoing debate but today I share what I do to make a "non-traditional temari".... 1.I start  with a polystrene ball ( traditionally the balls were wound  silk scraps or other organic materials) and begin to wrap with approx 4 ply wool, turning the ball as I wrap.  2. I then wrap another layer of wool in a similar fashion , this time a 3 or 2