I get some pretty random work trips – like to the middle of the PNG jungle via Australia. Since it was my first time to the country, I had the pleasure of visiting Port Moresby which has the reputation of DON'T LEAVE THE AIRPORT if you want to stay safe. I didn't find this at all be the case, although I didn't venture too far into the city. Everyone I walked past was haapy to see me and couldn't help but offer a greeting. Having said this, there was ample security protecting any places that Westerners might have to go and I am convinced there are areas of town you would not want to visit.
From there it was off to Tabubil- the Ok Tedi mine administered town near the border with Indonesia, in the middle of the jungle, on a mountain, in the clouds. One of the rainiest places on earth. This of course made most days miserable and not the easiest place to get any work done. However, the cal people love to joke and listen to music and walk everywhere!
One notable feature around the country was the 'Pigeon English' and most apparent to the tourist on signage.
What is your name? – Wanem nem belong yu?
Thank you! – Tenk yu tru!
I'm fine – Me Orait
I'd like lots please – Me laikim planti plis
One the way home, a pleasant detour found me in Sydney, Australia for a couple days. I walked for 16 hours one day around the waterfronts, past the opera house, Harbour Bridge, Congee to bondi beach and had many unique experiences.