Wailing!
The sound of wailing relatives does it to me every time. Women and men alike. Here on the Hospital grounds, everyday. On my way to work of a morning, on my way home of an afternoon, mid-morning, mid-afternoon, always and at least once a day.…
“Why the frustration?”
Was it the 45 minute wait in the queue at the ANZ bank?
or the Computer store that hasn’t come through with the
printer quote yet?
…
The fate of a village rat…
Henry, one of my colleagues (executive assistant to the CEO) and the guy I have been sharing a desk with for the last three and a half weeks – shared the following story with me this morning…
One man’s dream
As we walked from one end of Goroka town to the other, I remembered my experience in Hyde Park all those years back. It was in 1988 and to mark the bicentenary celebrations in Australia there was a gathering in Hyde Park. Black and white, old and young, city folk and country folk all gathered…
“Sounds of the night”
Nearby…
Kama corner and markets,
several beer stores,
settlements within walking distance…
“The runs!”
Had the runs all morning,
No accidents yet!
Thank God…
What a luxury!
Home for lunch!! Working and living on the hospital grounds means that I get to go home for lunch – unless I am really hanging out for a pie and a can of coke – in which case I might head into town or grab something from the hospital canteen…
PNG politics!
PNG politics shits me!! Headlines in the two national papers this morning read as follows…
A question…
To those readers that have left the odd comment on my blog. I would like to know whether those times that you have been kind enough to leave a comment against a posting whether you would have liked if I had responded?…
Re-connected!
Re-connected! To the Internet that is…
