Tag Archives: Papua New Guinea

Poem 2013/17-20

pig tusks on the altar the old words * I speak of the valley of darkness scribbly gum * lawn hole the old monks sing to their brother * airport drinks we scare away the ghosts

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Poem 2011/5

sleepy tropical noon thud– a gecko on my bed

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PNG, poetry, and pseudonyms

Silence is not unusual at ‘hydrolith’, but the tumbleweeds have been particularly wild this year. It’s been a busy year, and an introspective one. Travel, study, writing, editing, and personal life have kept me off social media for most of … Continue reading

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Mengino: Land of the Wild Banana (1)

The villagers don’t know where Mengino is on the map, and neither do I. A map of Papua New Guinea is laid out in front of us on the woven mat floor of the hut. I point to the Eastern … Continue reading

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PNG things

A trip to a country like PNG evokes awe at the incredible distribution network that is the Coca Cola company. Here, as well as the familiar Coke, Sprite and orange Fanta, you can get lime Fanta, pineapple Fanta, and now … Continue reading

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The KOKODA TRAIL (Part 2)

So we walked it. All 139,370 steps, according to my pedometer. The shortest day was only 5660 steps, the longest 23,332. I started to upload some photos, but it was such a painful, laborious (and expensive) exercise, that I stopped … Continue reading

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The KOKODA TRAIL (Part 1)

“Imagine an area of approximately one hundred miles long. Crumple and fold this into a series of ridges, each rising higher and higher until 7000 feet is reached, then declining in ridges to 3000 feet. Cover this thickly with jungle, … Continue reading

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To Kokoda

I spent my first afternoon in Moresby wandering the local market in Central Boroko. Betelnut, mostly, piles and piles of green addiction. I was the only white person; I stood out. I got plenty of friendly greetings — “Hello friend”, … Continue reading

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Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea

Tropical heat, the smell of freshly spat buai spattered red on cracked concrete, bunches of raw peanuts for K1 from roadside markets, gangs of unemployed youths, geckos running up fluoro-lit walls of white bessa block, security guards with bows and arrows, … Continue reading

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Kokoda: Treading a Little-Worn Track

19 Apr 2006 The most surprising thing about Kokoda is that it wasn’t made until now. In 1942, in the jungle-clad mountains of Papua New Guinea, scores of strapping young Australian men fought and died for their country, with little … Continue reading

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