Friday, May 31, 2013

Day 2

Day 2 

We arrived at the Brisvegas airport & to counter 1 to check in for our flight to Port Moresby @ 7am to find the PNG Rugby team queued up ahead of us.  They were very big & very black & for the first time I started to feel a little trepidation about going to a country who’s inhabitants may not be appreciative of our visit.  I think everyone I’d spoken to about the trip in the past 2 weeks had a horror story about someone being murdered.  I've been to Bali, the Philippines & Thailand & the people were smaller in stature & lighter skinned & I did think & feel a little worried about being a white minority.  I guess I hadn't taken into consideration that not all PNG nationals were going to look like their national rugby team were they!  Rugby players in general are big & burly & just a little bit scary aren't they?

We caught up with our David, the owner of the tour company we used who was tagging along with us while queuing &; had a bit of a chat.  He let us know that G, our random 5th trekker was on our flight but he’d yet to see him.  Dad & I were checking out the other passengers & every now & again muttered to each other “maybe” (trying to see if we could figure our who G was).  

1.5 hours later we were checked in finally then found some breakfast, then almost time to board.  I picked up my new camera I’d pre-ordered from the duty free shop & was keen to test it out, but it needed charging first of course.  

Again the flight was uneventful, old plane, old film on a shared TV.  I was quite getting into Steel Magnolia’s until the static on the screen made it unbearable to continue watching.  We were most amused to find a 2 page spread on Dave in the in-flight magazine advertising his company & his work on Kokoda!!

Met up with Dave & G (a fellow Victorian from the north of the state & around the same ages as us) at the Port Moresby airport & walked the short distance together to the domestic terminal.  The 5 hour wait for the flight to Nazdab Lae was passed chatting & getting to know each other & lots of bad bad jokes including exerts from Dave’s Chap Magazine.  I was laughing so hard at one point I was crying.  This was a good sign.

Again flight uneventful but with spectacular scenery over the mountains!

Reg met us at the airport (looking very at home sporting a local Billum) with our driver Kevin & delivered us to our hotel.  A quick pow wow, bag drop, then dinner.  The steak was a tough as old boots & I wished I’d ordered the chicken Caesar salad like Reg.  

Our room had a dripping tap & a spasmodically running toilet; Dad & PB's room had a blocked toilet.  After attempting to use the bin as a bucket, they conceded defeat & asked reception for a bucket as it was late by now.  This was not well understood, however they ended up with another room & instructions they did not have to move bags etc tonight & to worry about it in the morning.  Bonus.  They now had a room each.

Back to rooms to reorganize packs so as to leave behind stuff in one day pack with strict instructions not to take anything we do not absolutely need.  I managed to leave ½ a day pack; Kez left nothing & had a clean singlet for each & every day of the trek. 

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Day 1

For those of you who may be new here, or haven't been around for a while or have forgotten, I've recently been on a trip to PNG.  It was a bit of a pilgrimage really, to see where my Dad's father (my Grandpa) "Blue" fought in the second world war & to visit the grave of his brother who was killed in action over there.  My 67 year old Dad joined me on the trek as did Plumbing Boy & a mate of ours K.

After months of training (on my part), various shopping trips for all manor of trekking/camping gear & lots of hype, we were finally on our way!!!

Day 1:After a less frantic day than expected in the office, our cab arrived to take us to the airport.  Met up with K there (Dad had stayed the night before) & managed to sneak in a couple of pints of cider before boarding.  Melbourne to Brisbane uneventful other than the 30 minute wait on the tarmac in Melbourne.  Found accommodation easily via a maxi cab.  Interesting the girl on reception had just come back from 18 months in Mt Haggen PNG.  Home delivery pizzas didn't have salami to add to our veggie pizza, although it did arrive on our meat lovers pizza.  

I wonder what they call salami in Brisvegas? 

K & I shared the double bed & PB & Dad tested out each other’s snoring ability in the single beds; a relatively early night as we had to be up @ 5am for the next leg of the journey.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Pep talk sorted

After yesterday's post I've since had my pep talk.  I avoided telling my trainer until he asked me while he was stretching out my legs at the end of the session "so have you decided what you're doing next?"

I replied, "um, yeah sort of" & then went on to explain my anxious state.  He laughed & said "you idiot, you could do it now. tomorrow.  you don't even have to train.  well not exactly not train, you can stay on the couch for the next 8 weeks.  just keep doing what you are doing.  you'll be fine".

So. I haven't signed up yet, but I will & I suppose if I don't run very fast it doesn't matter, so long as I finish.  In under an hour!!!

Trip photo's & posts coming soon!

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Can somebody give me a pep talk??

I found it hard to go for my run this morning.  Getting out of bed wasn’t hard as I thought my phone was actually ringing & didn’t realize it was just the alarm when I bolted out of bed to where it was charging in the kitchen.  Got my gear on & sat on the couch as I usually do to lace up my runners.  After lacing them, I just flopped back onto the couch feeling like I couldn’t be bothered.  I gave my trainer a brief thought – what would he say?  “Get off your arse” was the resounding answer in my head.  I got up & ran, actually doing the best splits for the last 3km than I’d done in forever.  I realized while I was running that I probably need something new to train for.  What had gotten me up every week morning for the past 3 ½ months was done (the trek).

I know I want to do the 10km in Warrnambool again in January, but that’s too far away to be training for now.  I know I’d like to do the 12km Maribyrnong run that I missed last October, but again a little far away.  I started looking at closer events & found a 10km “Run Melbourne”.  Big event.  In 8 weeks.  Since then I’ve been having a minor melt down in my head.  Can I train for it in time?  It’s too hard to train for longer distances in winter; it’s too hard to get the longer runs done when there is not enough daylight; it’s pointless doing them on the treadmill.  What if I can’t run faster than I did in January? 

I feel very anxious!!!  I need someone to give me a pep talk.  Not sure if I’ll talk to my trainer or not tonight.  He’ll probably just laugh at me.  Or Not.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Home Sweet Home

Made it home yesterday!  Have lots of tales to tell, but for now I need to catch up at work!  So I'll leave you with a picture of me atop Mount Tambu, approximately 2kms of where Grandpa Blue was wounded.  You'd never guess I'd done my laundry yesterday & wearing white shirt while hiking though a muddy jungle was not wise!  An amazing adventure was had by all.  

I'd go back & do it all again in a heartbeat!

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Gone Hiking

Gone Hiking.  Wish me luck.  

Be back soon.......

Hopefully without blisters, malaria or any other maladies!

Surely with loads of pictures & epic tales of bravado.....

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Almost Wordless Wednesday

 Me & our Goddaughter @ pre's before her year 12 Formal

After the kids left I was very happy to get out of my heels & into my trackies.