After spending most of the day at my desk and slaving away on Eli’s number one enemy: The Laptop - I decided to drag myself away from the house and go for a wander and some fresh air. I headed to West Goroka.
One of the things I really love about PNG is the interactivity of the people. I heard once said that PNG is full of humanity and the interaction amongst the folks is a big part of that. West Goroka although a reputation for many other things definitely has plenty of humanity.
So I troddle on down to West and after a sausage flour and a can of solo in the local kai bar I spent a bit of time with some of the street lads. For some reason I get on really well with the street boys, it started way back in Lae and has carried on to Goroka. I don’t really know the real reason why that is, perhaps it’s just because I mingle with them.
Whatever the reason, the street boys of PNG have been a contributing factor to me liking this place. As rough as some of them are - they have a great sense of humour and in some fashion I have a soft spot for them.
Worth noting is that I have never been pick-pocketed once in three and a half years. God have mercy on the poor sod that was ever brave enough to have a shot at me on the streets. Protection and security is all around me.
At a level I wish that my work involved working with these people - instead of machines!
Anyway… here’s a photo I took an hour ago around the corner at West Goroka:
Nime (red shirt) and some of the lads working their markets in West Goroka.
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