Yesterday we (Me, Elizabeth, Everett, some other orientees and our orienter) went on a three-mile walk to see another village that is close by and meet some more PNGians who could help us learn the trade language (Pidgin) over the next few months. The weather was nice and the scenery was great. Along the way we met some folks and learned some important aspects of PNG culture.
This is a gate:
This is actually the most modern looking “gate” we saw. Some were just stumps or “y” shaped sticks leaning against the fence. Regrettably, I didn’t take a picture of one of those, but that is a mistake I intend to rectify next time.
In PNG they call a pig-pickin a “Moo-Moo.”
This unlucky pig was part of the dowry paid to this family for an upcoming wedding.
Not all paths are maintained equally.
And here are a few of the people we met along the way:
Belle and Lucy stayed behind for this walk and, surprise, surprise, this is how we found them upon our return (you may not be able to tell, but Lucy is showing off the shield she is wearing like a backpack):