Life in PNG

Hi from Papua New Guinea – Land of the unexpected.   Enjoy the show.

We have thoroughly enjoyed our stay down here and wondered if you would be interested in some of our pictures from here.  It is not until you leave the states that your realize how locked into your culture you really are.  Come down here and you will be bombarded in your mind by how many emotions can be evoked by how life is “done” here verses what it is like at home.  Then after a number of years over here, you head home only to be overwhelmed by the same emotions going the other way.  No wonder our kids have such a hard time adjusting when repatriating to their parent’s home country.

Hope you enjoy these pictures.

Pigs are everywhere and everything to the people here, they are your pets, dinner, payment for offenses, and price for

The better to smell you with

buying a bride.  If you hit one with a car on the road, there is even a chance that you could  lose your life over it.  We have seen baby pigs suckled by humans.  I have seen payment of 70 pigs all filleted out for compensating to another tribe for their efforts in helping in a war.  There are religious groups who are replacing pigs with goats because pigs are considered “unclean” by the Seventh Day Adventist group.  Pigs are one of the 4 “P’s” of why driving cars in PNG is dangerous.  The other reasons are; pot holes, people walking on the road, and PMVs (public transport).

Kids will be kids wherever they are

During the day time, you will never see such happy kids.  They, like all kids, love to play all day.  The main trademark of kids here – Big white smiles and waves.  Their elders call them “Binatang” or insects in English and usually chase them with sticks when they get in the way, and sure enough they scamper like cockroaches.

Typical village although more modern

Village life is tight.  The ladies are up before dawn sweeping the dirt floors in and around their homes.  Then they stoke the cooking fires and get food ready for breakfast.  Women have a rough life here as they are the main workers.  Chores are distinguished between men and women and the ladies don’t get a lot of help from their husbands. I have seen women carry heavy bags of food on their backs, a baby in a bag on the front, and a huge bundle of fire wood on their heads, while the men carry the weapon and walk ahead of them- it is a hard job being the protector, but someone has to do it.  Actually, in villages where Christ has taken hold of their hearts and the men are maturing in the Lord, they are helping their wives more and more in the homes.

Tribal clans have unique customs and decorations.  They actually compete to see who has

Tribal dancing and decorations

the best customary tribal decorations.  In the past some “decorations” were used to mask their identities when they went to war as in the case of the famous “Asaro Mudmen” of the highlands.

Asaro Mudmen, Port Moresby Cultural show

considered to be ghosts by their enemies

In a country where there are at least 800 different languages (half the languages of the country of India), they don’t always get along with each other.  Much of their tribal life involves fighting and retribution.  The highlanders are feared for their propensity for fighting as compared to the laid back people of the coastal regions.

But as colorful as the people are, the

My dreams com true

natural beauty of this country far exceeds them.  We love the coast.  The water is always bath water warm and clear as glass.  The fishing is fantastic and the diving- epic.  So when the hustle and bustle of life here gets too hectic, you will find us scheduling a break away from it all down at the coast for a bit of R and R in paradise.



One Response to Life in PNG

  1. savedbygrace says:


    you’ll be in my prayers.

    – grace and peace bro

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