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Friday, 21 December 2007

travel250.jpgIt’s not surprising that Papua New Guinea is misunderstood; no nation with 867 languages is easily explained. From tropical islands to mystical highlands, this enigmatic but little-visited country has been the source of fascinating stories for centuries. Though headhunters are no longer their families’ (sweet)breadwinners, Papua New Guinea still conjures images of the most primal of human cultures, now battling to survive the encroachment of modern life. Though there is no gay scene to speak of, something mysteriously sexual lurks in the wide smiles and dark eyes of handsome men with robustly muscular physiques honed not from reps but from labour.  What a bizarre concept.  

PNG’s most famous region is the culture-rich Sepik River, but there is much more to the country than this well-known area. The island groups of Milne Bay Province, for example, are tropical getaways straight out of a citydweller’s imagination; the Louisiades are a series of idyllic islands sparsely populated or totally uninhabited, where coral reefs and shipwrecks shelter a colourful panorama of tropical fish. The Trobriands, famous for the cultural practice of free love – for locals, not visitors – are the source of some of PNG’s finest woodcarvings, coveted by collectors worldwide.

Rabaul, once called the nicest town in the Pacific, is now an ash-covered wasteland thanks to the simultaneous eruptions of Mount Tavurvur and Mount Vulcan in 1994. The slopes of Mount Vulcan are home to the beguiling Baining tribe whose firedances are famous throughout the country. Wearing huge masks and adorned with shells, bone, teeth and grass, Baining men do not dance around the fire; they dance IN it and through it, barefoot in a state of trance. 

For an aromatic taste of highland culture, visit Goroka, home of the well-known mudmen of Asaro, who wear clay masks and little else. Goroka Province’s graceful landscapes are picturesque; the fertile slopes are perfect for growing coffee. At 1600 metres, Goroka’s climate is a refreshing change from the coastal heat and humidity.

Wherever you go, you will inevitably pass through the country’s infamous capital, Port Moresby, as it has PNG’s only international airport. Bereft of charm or attractions, Moresby will probably see you sleeping there at least one night in your journey. If so, make it a night at the lacklustrely named Airways Hotel, but don’t be fooled by its bland appellation; Airways is the best hotel in the country and is just minutes away from the airport. 

The ultimate escape from reality, though, is found in Tufi. Set among volcanic fjords, Tufi’s lifeblood is Tufi Dive Resort, which attracts divers and non-divers alike. The location is spectacular, the main house welcoming and the rooms comfortable. Tufi Dive Resort may also be the only place in Papua New Guinea besides Airways where food is transformed into cuisine. If you ever dreamed of escaping from it all, this is the place. 

Orion Expeditions offers the easiest and most comfortable way to visit these isolated dots on the globe. Orion is well known to upscale cruisers, who acknowledge it as one of the most personal cruising experiences in the world. The excellent staff make sure your every need is met, and the expedition leaders have a vast body of knowledge of places visited.

MORE INFORMATION
www.pngtourism.org.pg
www.airways.com.pg
www.tufi-experience.com
www.orioncruises.com.au

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written by David Wall , 22 December, 2007



Like the surrounding villages, the patrol post of Dreikikir was perched on a ridge, amidst dense tropical jungle. Human habitation in the area was marked by houses, gardens and tall coconut palms. Smoke rose from cooking fires in the settlements and the sounds of insects and birds filled the air. Communication was maintained in the time-honoured fashion by wooden drums. The sounds of the garamut drums were heard conveying messages beaten out on them. One might love or hate New Guinea but there was no denying its pulsating vitality. The jungle was a celebration of nature. The Melanesians in their exuberance and energy flamboyantly acclaimed their lives. The expatriates in the country, whether they knew it or not, were privileged to have the chance to live amongst the New Guineans.


Excerpt from "Sepik Blu Longpela Muruk"

Blog: http://deberigny.wordpress.com/




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