BY PETER KRANZ
There is an enterprising Frenchman living in Kundiawa who owns a string of businesses and an old plane (now defunct and sitting sat the end of the airport. He rides a horse through ‘cowboy town’. Quite a character.
He had the foresight to establish a French bakery and coffee shop in town, and this has developed into a chain which has spread throughout PNG. There's one at Jacksons airport. Great coffee and pastries!
I happily discovered the bakery on my last day in Kundiawa during a recent visit.
We planned to have a farewell morning tea before our plane left and I volunteered to walk into town and get some nibbles.
I strolled into the French Bakehouse in the middle of a potentially nasty incident when a local man was accused of stealing a bun (resolved peacefully) and came back home loaded with croissants, baguettes, brioche and French pastries. Quite a find for Kundiawa.
Father-in-law took a croissant, said "Nice bun, but it needs vegemite!" and proceeded to ladle a generous helping of the aforementioned Aussie spread onto the chocolate-chip.
I thought it a fitting statement of the union of cultures that you can come across in the most unlikely places.
Photo: Kundiawa Market (Peter Kranz)