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cultures of papua new guinea

13 Jun
June 13, 2013

as many of you know, i have been working in papua new guinea for almost four years now. papua new guinea is one of the most environmentally and socially diverse places in the world… in a population of only 6 million people, there are 820 languages, and the diversity and colourfulness amongst the people is truly astounding. there are many stories to tell and many pictures to share, but for now, check out this album for a little taste of the cultures of papua new guinea

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the tale of manubada island

02 Jun
June 2, 2013

for all my time lived in port moresby, i have been blessed with living in the most beautiful part of the city, paga hill, that overlooks ela beach and the pier of wilson’s wharf. just off the shoreline, slightly to the east, lies the island of manubada. In motu, one of the 820 languages spoken in the country, manubada literally means ‘big bird’, the name bestowed on the island because of its rich story… Read more →

round-about-port-moresby

02 Jun
June 2, 2013

Port Moresby, the capital of Papua New Guinea, has a population of just over 400,000 people. Coordinating these people through the city’s streets is no easy task, particularly with the network of streets designed long before the population boom, and the existence of only 4 traffic lights and no stop signs. What the city does have though, is a number of roundabouts and the poorly experienced drivers of PNG battle their way around them everyday. Some of the roundabouts are quite beautiful, symbols of the vibrant PNG culture, and these are some of my favourites. Read more →

solwara mangi

03 May
May 3, 2013

IMG_1879I met Robert Oeka in 2011. He was a driver on the Project I work on in Papua New Guinea, and was driving me through the busy streets of Port Moresby one afternoon. I was in a musical at the local theatre at the time and, terrified of my upcoming solos, was singing along to a CD in the car. Robert asked me if I liked to sing. I told him that I loved performing and while I didn’t think I was a particularly good singer, if it got me onto a stage it was certainly something I would do. Robert went on to tell me that he was a famous Papua New Guinean musician and asked if I wanted to record a song with him. I didn’t really believe him, but I gave him my number anyway, thinking what an experience it would be if it actually worked out. Later, I asked all my Papua New Guinean friends if they knew of him, and everyone replied yes, that he was indeed a well-loved singer throughout the country. Several weeks later, Robert phoned me up and said he had written a song for me to sing, and wondered if I would come to Tokorara – a ‘no-go zone’ settlement in the city – to record it. With security guards in tow, off I went one Saturday afternoon and met with him and his producers. Read more →

market wash day

03 May
May 3, 2013

august 2010

Once a month there is a craft market at the Moresby Arts Theatre. It is a beautiful collection of carvings, culture, colour and diversity where people share their stories and their wares. Most people will go for the morning, after the traders have set up and long before they leave. I doubt that many people think about who these traders are, what their lives are like or where they come from. They are just simply there, as much a part of the landscape as the wide drooping trees and the dusty stones on the path. Read more →

humbling moments

03 May
May 3, 2013

Today I went to buy chocolate, a regular occurrence in my life. While waiting to pay, a young boy of about 7 years joined the line. I smiled and motioned he stand in front of me; all he had was a small packet of juice mix. He glanced at me and took his place. He was filthy. His feet were covered in the grime of what could only be his home, or the street he lived on. His yellow shirt so dirty it was brown. His shorts ripped, his hair dusty and matted. But what struck me were his eyes, these wide eyes that held in them a certain knowing, an expression of having seen and been through too much. He looked at me with trepidation and suspicion, and a small bit of wonderment. I was overcome with guilt when he saw the two chocolate bars in my hands. Read more →