Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Good Eats (of PNG)

I’m borrowing a title from a popular TV show on Food Network for this blog. I wanted to call it ‘Fast food of PNG’, but that doesn’t really exist here. There are no McDonalds or Pizza Hut or Starbucks or any of the fast food chains (sort of funny because of the joke in the USA about how they exist on every street corner and maybe even on the moon - ha- not here in PNG). There are a few Chinese restaurants that try cooking fast food, but I got sick the first time I tried it and that was it. Now I will attempt to describe a few of the more popular cooking techniques used here in Papua New Guinea. 

The most popular cooking technique in PNG is the MUMU, but first I’ll introduce the AIGIR cooking technique - often  described as PNG’s “fast food” method, then I’ll share how they ‘bake’ in a remote village and I will finally end with the most popular one of all, the mumu.  Now, let’s get started:

AIGIR: Cooking Bananas and Greens:

We begin in the PNG ‘kitchen’ making bananas. These are not the sweet Chiquita type bananas, but a more savory cooking type banana. They might be compared to plantains, but PNG has a rich genetic diversity of edible banana species and is home to about 10 wild banana species that range anywhere from the sweet to the savory cooking bananas.  

The AIGIR technique (‘fast food‘) begins with coconuts. Coconuts are first husked using a spear type knife and the outside skin is tossed aside to be used for other purposes. Secondly, the milk is poured out and the meat of the coconut is scraped using a special stool with a knife type scraper at the end. (I kept hearing people scraping coconuts, but it can sound like a washing machine- so the first time I actually saw what they were doing and heard the sound, I had to laugh to myself- nope, they are definitely not washing clothes, but instead- scraping coconuts.)
Hendricka is scrapping the coconuts while Sr Bernadette prepares a fire inside the ‘kitchen’. The whole process is fascinating to watch, especially when they call it ‘fast’ food cooking. I guess fast is a relative term when it comes to the different cooking methods found in PNG. 

The coconuts are husked, then scraped. The ‘meat’ of the coconut is separated from the milk. The greens and the coconut are then boiled together on the outside fire - located outside the inside ‘kitchen’. 

Greens called iaibica and another called Kumu Mosum in pidgin are first rolled by hand to soften them. The stones from the outdoor  ‘kitchen’ are brought inside and put into water to release the steam, then the hot stones are placed in the coconut milk. The iaibica is placed on top of the hot stones that ends up cooking them- then more coconut milk is poured on top. Canned fish (or any protein- fresh of course is better, but canned if there is nothing else) is stirred inside the greens.  
Meanwhile, the bananas are boiled inside the coconut milk until they are done.

When the stones cool, they are replaced by hot ones. The greens are then covered for about 5 minutes or so- then the bananas are put on a plate or in a dish, topped with the greens, the coconut cream is poured over all of it and it is ready to eat. 

It is a savory dish despite the bananas and coconut- the greens are similar to spinach and the entire combination is just plain Yum!


In ‘my’ village of Vavua, Fr Bennet began two projects that should assist his parish to survive financially. He built a shelter for pigs and it’s the parishioners’ job to take care of them. He then bought special outdoor ovens and converted one of his buildings on the parish grounds as the ‘baking’ house.

In the morning of the designated baking day (at this point it’s either Tuesday or Saturday), Pricilla, his cook, will mix the flour and yeast and let it rise on a baking table. Each village in his parish is assigned either a Tuesday or Saturday. These women come to the baking house in the morning and roll the dough into individual rolls, put them on large baking sheets and then they are ready to bake. They are put inside the outdoor ovens until baked, then sold for 50 toya each. Some are taken to the small stores within the village and all the money earned is given to the parish. People look forward to buying these rolls, especially when they are still warm right out of the oven. 

I had the opportunity to join the bakers on Tuesday and met some beautiful women who introduced themselves and shared stories of their lives in the village. One woman was from the Island of Bougainville. I showed her a video of me dancing with the Buka students during cultural day at Caritas and it brought tears to her eyes. The stories and the friendly conversation made the time fly and soon the rolls were baked and ready to sell. The baking house and tables were cleaned and made ready for the next baking day. I felt honored to join them as a baker for a day.
 The Mumu

A mumu is when a protein (pig, chicken, fish, etc.) and vegetables such as taro, potatoes - both white and sweet, bananas, etc. are roasted in a ground oven. It is a traditional method of cooking large quantities of food for celebrations in Papua New Guinea. It involves digging a pit, filling it with hot rocks, adding food, then burying the whole lot for hours so it can cook and be ready to eat. 
The mumu is similar to roasting, but that is where the similarities end. The food can either be mumued dry or soaked in coconut milk. 

While the hot stones are heated, the food can be prepared with coconut cream scraped from coconuts, once again by using the special stool with the scraping knife at the end, and the food is then wrapped in large banana leaves that are usually prepared over the same fire that is heating the stones. The banana wrapped food is placed on top of a few hot stones, then the remaining stones are placed on top and covered with more banana leaves. The mumu is usually left for about four hours or, depending on what’s cooking, may sometimes be left overnight. All the food is cooked together while the steam helps keeps the leaves and food moist.

Mumu is a rich and cherished part of the culture in PNG. 'Mumurised' food is rich in flavor and this makes it preferable to food baked in a conventional oven. Cooking food using the mumu technique seems convenient to the people of PNG, but can be labor intensive, especially to someone like me, but the flavor is unbelievably delicious. 
As you can see, the Good Eats of PNG is something quite different than what we are used to in America, but the results are yummy and I look forward to the next occasion to have a mumu. 

I had my students put on the board their favorite foods. Look at the picture and enlarge it. How many can you recognize and how is it different than what you might see on an American chalkboard.  No McDonalds here and because I baked a few cakes for my class- it was written on the board. Interesting!
 I want to thank you again for your prayers and support. Please know that I will be leaving Caritas and venturing out to the villages for the next school year. More details of my new assignment will come in my next blog - so stay tuned till next time and feel free to leave comments. I’ll pray for you as I hope you are praying for me. Happy Thanksgiving back home. No turkey here, but I’ll pass you the greens and bananas soaked in coconut- yum...

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Return to Vavua for a Special Celebration

On the weekend of July 20 - 21, 2019, Fr Bernard (Fr Bennet) the parish priest of The Village of Vavua celebrated his 6th Anniversary of his ordination as a priest and I was honored to be invited to join him on his special day. I was also invited to dance with the Mommas Group from the Diocese of Kimbe. What an honor. 
On Friday night, we met at Momma Helens house in Section 15 in Kimbe where I was shown the dance routines and we practiced together. We ate a delicious fish dinner made with greens and coconut milk and cooked over an open fire. Yum!

We then proceeded to another Mommas home where we, once again, practiced the dances and the songs we would sing on Sunday. There were between 20-25 of us and it was so much fun to be part of this event. 
Saturday, I waited the entire day for transportation, something that is a true problem here in PNG. I finally got on the last truck traveling to Vavua. One group went in the morning, another in the afternoon and my group didn’t leave till 8 pm. We basically traveled at night and made it to Vavua in 3 hours. The ride was slow due to the many potholes and the truck itself was loaded with people riding in the back. We were warmly greeted at 11 pm by Fr Bennet. 

On Sunday, I dressed in my Mommas meri-blouse and was dressed by the Mommas group in my PNG ‘jewelry’. In other words, leaves, flowers and face paint. I felt honored and accepted by this group. We danced up the isle during offertory and sang songs for half of the liturgy. After mass, I was invited to sit on the stage and was wonderfully overwhelmed as I watched the various communities of his parish preparing themselves for their dance, song and gift presentations for Fr Bennet’s Anniversary. The communities were marching and practicing in various places around the church and spilling out to the roadway. The songs, the colors, the pageantry taking place spoke to the popularity of Fr Bennet and how he makes a difference in their lives. He is very well liked and it showed. 
Each community took their turn at their presentations and finally it was my turn to dance with the Mommas of the Diocese of Kimbe. We sang him two songs and then danced two dances. How fun!! I loved it!
After the dance, there was just enough time to go swimming in the ocean and I did just that. I was joined by a few pikininis (children) from the village and the water was warm and inviting. But too soon, transportation was available to take us home- back to Kimbe. We said our final congratulations and good byes to Fr Bennet and off we went. This time, it took two in a half hours to get home.

A few other notes: 

My Director, Janice England, visited Maria and I here in Kimbe. It was nice to see her and to receive a few goodies from home. We thank her for her visit. 

After his two month holiday, Bishop Bill returns to Kimbe. Hopefully, the cathedral will begin to be built now that he is finally home here in Kimbe. 

Please pray for me as I continue my mission here in Kimbe. Please pray for the Sisters of Caritas as well as the staff and students. I will also be praying for you. 

In July we had a two week break, but couldn’t go anywhere because of a volcano that erupted in the village of Ulamona- about 2-3 hours away and it played havoc here in Kimbe where we got showered with ash - everything had to be cleaned. The people of Ulamona had to be evacuated and we felt the aftermath here in Kumbe.  Fr Gabriel, our parish priest here in Kimbe grew up in Ulamona and has been back and forth assisting his own family as they face this tragedy. Please pray for the village of Ulamona and the surrounding area as they continue to recover. 

Feel free to leave comments. Have a wonderful day... until next time... God bless.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

Holy Week and Easter

Holy Week is always a special week for me and I can’t believe this is my second year already in Papua New Guinea. Last year, I had just arrived along with Ron and Karen when we were initiated into the West New Britain culture of PNG as we boarded onto the Bishop’s dinghy, the Vatican flag waving away and 5 hours later arriving in Kahlia where we spent The Passion Sunday weekend. We attended Saturday Mass where over 200 people were confirmed in Bariai and celebrated Palm Sunday in Kahlia. Then spent Holy Week beginning with the chrism mass on Wednesday night through Easter Sunday in Kimbe. 

This year did not disappoint. On The Feast Day of St Joseph, Maria, my fellow American missionary, and I went to the village of Valipai. This was on a Tuesday, where we received special permission in advance from the Sisters to attend the confirmation of about 100 youth. I was able to get to know Fr Joseck, the Parish Priest, better while attending the Melanesian Institute together in Goroka in January and it was an honor to support him in his mission at his parish in Valapai. On the way home, it rained so hard and the roads were so muddy that the Bishop’s truck rolled into a ditch. Maria and I along with the two Brothers and the villagers traveling with us had to vacate the truck and walk up that road in pouring rain until the truck could pick us up again on top of the hill. We were wet, we were muddy, but, oh, what an adventure (especially now that I’m clean and dry).

The weekend before Passion Weekend, I was asked by Fr Bennet to facilitate a one day workshop in ‘my’ village of Vavua. I was greeted on Friday night by the student leaders dressed in their ceremonial outfits and escorted by the villagers to the parish hall where I was warmly welcomed. Saturday, I facilitated the youth workshop to over 100 youths representing 5 villages in the Vavua Parish. My workshop centered on how setting Goals are very important in each of their young lives. GOALS - G- God, O- Opportunities, A- Achievement, L- Love = S- Success. On Saturday night, the youth were joined by about another 100+ children and a few adults to watch a movie, unfortunately, the movie did not play correctly - the disappointment was felt throughout that entire hall. Other than the movie and Maria, my fellow American missionary who was to be our other facilitator, but who could not make it, the youth weekend was a success and ended on Sunday with a thank you celebration. Again, I felt so honored. 
Wednesday of Holy Week, I was picked up by Fr Bennet and taken back to Vavua to spend Easter again in ‘my’ village. The villagers welcomed me warmly. I was able to walk and visit a few of the communities in the Vavua Parish, pick and eat fresh fruit right off the trees and swim in the ocean. 

I attended Holy Thursday Mass in the packed church, once again, many people were outside looking through the windows. On Good Friday, we began the Stations of the Cross processional beginning in one village and ended up at the church in Vavua. It was simply beautiful to participate while the crowd swelled with at least 500 or more parishioners joining our processional along that potholed road with very few vehicles (I think only one or two at the most) who waited patiently until we passed. Friday at 3, the church was packed and as if on cue, the heavens opened with a major storm complete with all the theatrics of thunder and lightening that truly proved it was Good Friday. That night ended with the full moon over the ocean and the Southern Cross shining beautifully in all its glory. It was the first time I was finally able to see it and it was visible enough that I had to bring Fr Bennet outside for him to see it for himself. I think it was the first time he saw it as well. On Good Friday yet! God is so awesome! Just Beautiful!

For the Saturday Vigil, I was again honored by ‘my’ village when I was asked to dance up the isle at the beginning of the Mass with the women while wearing traditional village attire and face paint. The leaves and flowers added an additional aromatic fragrance to the almost 4 hour Mass that night. The Easter vigil is my most favorite Mass of the liturgical year and this Mass was just beautiful. The songs sung by the different villages made it extra special.  

The Caritas Sisters, Beatrice, a Korean volunteer, along with my fellow American missionary, Maria and a visiting American missionary, Matthew, who is stationed in Rabaul were able to join us in Vavua for the Sunday Easter Mass. I think they were surprised to find how warm the villagers were as they were greeted upon arrival. Fr Bennet invited them to attend a second mass in a neighboring village where they were again warmly welcomed. That village prepared a lunch for them that they were able to enjoy while overlooking the ocean.  

I was supposed to join them in the next village, but ended up walking with a group of women in PNG style. I met Margret, one of the teachers at the primary school across the street. I met her husband, the director of the school, and her family. They prepared chicken and taro for a small snack as we visited. Then we finally got on our way down the street, picking up other women along the way. Of course, we had to stop along the way to wait for some beetle nut, some mustard greens and lime. By the time we made it to the next village, Mass was over and Fr Bennet and the Caritas caravan was on their way back to Vavua. I heard that everyone enjoyed themselves that fine Easter Sunday.  

In PNG, Easter is followed by Easter Monday when most all the stores are closed and it is a day of rest. It was nice to have one last day in ‘my’ village before beginning another school week. I enjoyed swimming in the ocean. One of the biggest honors for me is that ‘my’ village gave me a village name. At first, they were going to name me after their river, but when I found out that it meant Jump in English, I persuaded them to name me after a flower instead. So my name is Gili-Gili which means Hibiscus, a more appropriate name after all. I like the Hibiscus flowers and they remind me of Florida. The name Vavua itself means small seed- yup, that’s what I am. 
So again, this year, Easter was an enjoyable time and the opportunity to celebrate in ‘my’ village made it extra special. I continue to pray for all of you as I hope you are praying for me. At this time, I am asking for extra prayers of support as I continue to volunteer as a teacher. It’s very challenging for me as many of my students don’t have the textbooks needed to teach them properly. Please pray for the Sisters, my students, my staff and the Diocese of Kimbe. I welcome your comments.

Until next time, God Bless...

Friday, March 29, 2019

Melanesian Institute Part 1: The Good

The Melanesian Institute was a wonderful experience. There were 13 priests, 4 Religious Sisters, 4 Religious Brothers and two Lay Missionaries. They all represented the world and I was the only American. Goroka was so nice and the weather was cool and refreshing. We had three weeks of training (beginning January 7) and I developed great new friendships.  

The seminar itself was very good. It answered questions about my mission and helped to put my almost first year experiences into perspective. We had many opportunities to share our various experiences and received many great suggestions and ideas on how to help us move forward in our mission. 
We were put into groups and had to come up with a few dances and mini plays for our Saturday night get-togethers. My group had a Priest from China, a Priest from Mawai, a Priest from Kenya, a Sister from Nigeria, a Brother from India and me. We actually won one of the cultural competitions. I was so proud of my group and we had so much fun together. We left with some great memories. 
A few of us had a chance to visit the Don Bosco School in Shindu Province as a side field trip. It took us 3.5 hours to get there, but a beautiful drive through the mountains. That was a special day with a few of my fellow missionaries who were associated with St. Don Bosco. The church was very nicely decorated and the community spirit was warm.  

A few of us took another e- ride adventure as we drove to the top of one of the Goroka mountains (the 4 wheel drive was necessary) where we toured an outhouse commode and shower making factory. We saw how they manufacture and install them under sanitation regulations. The ones they had completed were locked and we could not see inside, but was told there was a small sink to wash your hands. ???? Would have liked to see proof of that.

The grounds were beautifully landscaped and lush with flowers, trees, fruit, a waterfall and other beautiful vegetation. There were animals there as well and the view was awesome. The clouds parted and the mountains and valleys opened up. But again the road was a dirt road filled with potholes where a four wheel drive was necessary, especially after the continuous rains during the rainy season in PNG. This e-ride adventure took about two hours. The countryside, the village huts along the way were always nice to see.  
The meals were really good and very tasty and nourishing. But what was truly interesting, no dessert besides fresh fruit. Nothing. At an American seminar, there would be all kinds of goodies - cakes, cookies, ice cream, candy of all varieties, etc.  Here - no sweets except ice cream and cake for feast days and special occasions (a birthday or two). 

Our last day in Goroka, we had an international food fest where we made a dish representing our culture. Fr Jacek, a Polish Priest from my own diocese of Kimbe helped  me make stuffed cabbage representing my Polish background and his country of Poland. I can’t believe I made this dish, but the cabbage was just so beautiful in the market place and I was so hungry for it, too.  If Fr Jacek wasn’t here, I probably would have kept with something really simple, like guacamole- the avocados were nice too. There was a variety of food to sample from different countries. It was especially fun going from kitchen to kitchen with others making dishes representing their countries and sampling the food they were making. Everyone was joyful and proud of their cultures and were eager to share what they had. Everyone who tried our stuffed cabbage, some eating it for the first time, enjoyed it and it was yummy.  

I just wish I could have taken the weather of Goroka and transport it to Kimbe. I bought lettuce to take back with me to Kimbe, something you cannot always get in Kimbe. 

This is the end of part one (the good...) of my Melanesian Institute experience. Thank you again for your support and prayers. God bless you all and I welcome your comments.

Friday, February 22, 2019

My Summer Vacation Part 3: Rabaul

Debbie and I went to Rabaul after Christmas on the Chimbu Passenger Ship. The ship was dirty and I think that is where I got bitten by a bed bug. More on that in the next section of my summer vacation.  

Fr Paul picked us up and took us to the MSC Sisters Convent in Vunapope, the Archdiocese of Rabaul. The Sisters were very hospitable and Fr Paul showed us around Rabaul. We went to the market. We visited Rakunai, the place made famous by Blessed Peter Torot, his martyrdom came when the Japanese killed him for doing the work for the church. PNG wants to make him a saint of PNG. We also passed the Don Bosco School, visited seminary schools for the women and the men. Their locations seemed rather isolated, but self contained and peaceful. 

St. Bartholomew

The day we were to leave Rabaul, we got to the airport at 6 am and remained there till 5 pm that night only to find out our flight was canceled and we were only on standby for the next morning. What a boring long day at the airport. That night, being one of Debbie’s last in PNG, we took Fr Paul to dinner at a resort down the street from the Archdiocese.

Then, we had another big ordeal at the airport that morning.  The airlines confirmed our flight for Sunday! (The day was Thursday) Debbie is leaving the next day (Friday) for America,  so there was no way that was okay! Even up to the very last minute- we were told they did all they could do, but couldn’t get us on the full flight. Almost panicking, I asked to see the supervisor who said the same thing. At that point, I was literally begging- asking if anyone could give up their seats or we can pay extra or anything to get us back to Kimbe. She finally saw one possibility and we had two seats on that plane!! What an ordeal. Then they were scrambling to get our seats, make our tickets and told us our luggage we wanted checked would now be carried on. All in all, we made it back to Kimbe.    Debbie’s last night was celebrated with the Caritas Sisters who prepared a delicious dinner for us. The Bishop joined us and the Sisters that last night. Debbie sadly did make her flight the next day for the US. Sr. Sara took her to the airport that morning. I felt the prayers of everyone working at that moment. Thanks and Praise be to God!! 🙏🙏

This is the end of Part 3 of how I spent my summer vacation.  Stay tuned for Part 4 when I tell you about my Missionary Seminar in Goroka in January. 

Thank you for your prayers and support and I, in return, pray for you as well. 

Please comment, I’d love to hear from you. Thank you and God bless. 

Thursday, February 14, 2019

My Summer Vacation Part 2: Christmas and Vavua

Christmas in Kimbe

Debbie and I spent Christmas in Kimbe. We walked to all the stores, went to the market, ate at the Apple Mango Cafe and the Llamo as she discovered my home in Kimbe. 

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day we went to the temporary site for the Mass held at a large Government Building while the new cathedral was being built. It unfortunately rained on Christmas Eve, but the choir was beautiful and plenty of people showed up. Christmas Day, Debbie and I helped the Bishop make Steak Diane, mashed potatoes and salad with real lettuce from the Highlands for about 14 or so guests. The Caritas Sisters brought cake and ice cream for dessert. The company was wonderful, the food delicious and it was a nice Christmas Day. 

‘My’ village of Vavua:

Debbie and I along with Sr Bernadette were met by Fr Bernard, an African Priest who resides in the parish of Vavua. We drove past Valoka and continued on the potholed road to the village of Vavua where we were met by a group of children and a few adults who welcomed us with song, a welcome sign, headdresses, warm hearts and smiles. Adorable! 
We attended the evening mass where Fr Bernard told the villagers about my mission. Then he told his village to make us part of them. And they did just that! The village escorted us to a house cry - a woman’s husband died on Christmas Day. For a house cry, they set up a special tent where relatives keep the widow and family company as they go through the grieving process. We were escorted into the tent. I was asked to introduce myself and then one of the village women led everyone in that tent into a song in their village language (not pidgin). I loved her, she kept the people in the tent lively and well entertained. We were offered some leaves made in a special way (delicious) and some tea. We were made to feel right at home during a sad occasion. It’s not something often experienced by outsiders. 

One thing that Fr Bernard wanted was for me (and Maria when she arrived) to adopt his village as my own. When others say “I’m going to my village for break, I can say that I’m going to my village of Vavua too.” It was nice to be so warmly welcomed.  

That night, we should have taken advantage of the calm ocean and beautiful night to go swimming, but we had a big day planned for the next day. We had plans to go on a dingy to an island close by, go swimming and fishing and just have a wonderful lazy day. But the weather had other plans. Due to a volcano eruption in Indonesia and a small tsunami, the waves were too rough and it was raining too hard. Shucks!! So we spent the day inside with warm conversation, good food and rain falling outside from all directions. We traveled back to Kimbe the next day. 

To be continued...

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

My Summer Vacation Part 1: Highlands

Hello everyone.  It might be winter in the northern hemisphere, but it was summer here in PNG and school was finally out, Christmas was coming and my twin sister, Debbie, was coming to visit.  

I left Kimbe on Dec 16, 2018, to meet Debbie in Port Moresby (POM). I arrived and was met by Fr Jonathan- a Capuchin. We stayed at the Capuchin College for two nights. We met Debbie off her international flight from Brisbane and the US and returned to the Capuchin College. 

December 17, we met Mel (my old principal) and two of her family members who showed us around POM. We went to the Vision City Mall, the Waterfront Mall where the grocery store had just about everything that we don’t have here in Kimbe. We visited the PNG Art and Cultural Museum that was being renovated when I arrived last March. It had representations and exhibits from all provinces and it gave us a real sense of the PNG culture and history. We ended our day having lunch at the Airway Hotel overlooking the airport. 
December 19-22: Highlands 

Debbie and I took off to Mt Hagen where we were picked up by Sr Lilian a Notre Dame Sister who housed us at her convent while we were visiting the Highlands. The Highlands are given a bad reputation, but we found the people friendly and willing to help when they can. 
Judith, a mother of one of the brightest students in my Grade 9, picked us up and we took a round trip to Mendi. The countryside was beautiful with round huts (different type of huts than the ones found in Kimbe). The villages are made of several of these round huts and were charming- making me want to explore, but the trip was long and we still had a ways to go. 
We had the opportunity to meet Bishop Don, the Bishop of Mendi while in POM at the Capuchin College. I’m glad to have had the opportunity to meet him. We did stop by to see his cathedral in Mendi; hopefully our new cathedral, when renovated, will also be a much nicer place to worship. 
Mendi was like many PNG cities, crowded with people going to and from the market. I believe the ride through the countryside was the true highlight. Another highlight was being interviewed on Sr Lilian’s Trinity radio station out of Mt Hagen. Debbie and I were interviewed about my mission, how I came to be in PNG and life in general. I felt honored to be put on radio. 

We had an opportunity to attend a family wedding, a relation to Judith. It was to begin at 10 am, but once again, it was PNG time and finally by around 12:30, the wedding began. The church was crowded, and to Debbie and I, it was a typical wedding, but what we didn’t realize is that it was the first time the bride and groom kissed in public in a church wedding. Everyone clapped and the bride and groom were a bit embarrassed. Something so normal for us was something new to PNG. Cute.  
Our last day in the Highlands was a long drive from Mt Hagen to Lae. Like every other road outside of POM, potholes were just part of the journey making a long trip a few hours longer. The slow ride was beautiful through Mt Hagen, then through the Shimbu Mountains. The scenery was beautiful and again, we passed several hut villages along the way. People walked on the road and that along with the potholes made the journey much slower. We made it to Goroka right as the sun was going down and had a brief tour. Then it was the long ride to Lae, in the dark and then it began to rain. That trip seemed to take a lot longer than expected. All in all, the entire trip that day to Lae was about a 13 hour trip. We stayed that night in a hotel next to the airport for an early flight the next morning. We were met in Kimbe by Bishop Bill.

To be continued...

Good Eats (of PNG)

I’m borrowing a title from a popular TV show on Food Network for this blog. I wanted to call it ‘Fast food of PNG’, but that doesn’t reall...