This guy just killed and cooked a pig. He’s auctioning off the pieces.
I can’t speak for a forrest, but when a tree falls in a village, it makes a sound and everyone hears it. And they all come to see. They do not, however, come to help which puts me in quandary.
If you haven’t heard, nature’s got another “el niño” on. In PNG, that translates to drought. Since our return to Menya, it has rained once and it wasn’t much. We were told that was the first rain in months. You can see in the picture above how low our “big river” is–all those rocks are covered when…
I’ve got too many languages/alphabets in my head. I just had to look up the word “touch” to make sure I wasn’t writing “touché”
By lunchtime today I had visited a house where mourners gathered around a dead body, seen a man beat his wife in front of dozens of onlookers, and heard a man’s account of having shot a thief with an arrow. Even for Menya, that’s a lot for a morning.
This morning I was visited by one of our closest neighbors, Mati. It was the first time I’d seen her since our return because she and her family had been sleeping in a house near one of their gardens. After a “hello” she told me she had helped Edwin, her husband, with the thatched roof…
Have you ever wondered what we carry in all our red bags? If so, you share something in common with the T.S.A. Click the picture to read more.