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.
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.