And I am sure it has many wonderfully respectable toilets.
Except where I stayed.
My brother-in-law, Pastor Moses, graciously asked us to stay with him. He has a lovely house, church, school and garden which are a rather steep climb to near the top of the mountain.
But it was a welcome break from a hard few months in Moresby.
The weather was cool and delicious - a touch of icy breath from Mt Wilhelm moderated by a gentle kiss of sunny warmth from the south.
We relaxed and enjoyed the comforts of PNG hospitality - which is the best you can experience.
After a while I asked if I could go to the loo. A somewhat embarrassing request, but bro-in-law was rather enthusiastic in saying yes we made a special one for you.
And he had. On the cliff overlooking a drop of 600 feet.
The little outhouse was stable on the overhang, but after clambering in I took a look down between my underpants (not wise at the best of times) and discovered the earth plummeting to the bottom of the cliff.
I swallowed my pride and fear and with a gulp performed nature's function. Then there was the business of the toilet paper.
I won't go into the details, suffice to say the consequences were not pretty.
I hesitate to think what happened to the villagers living down the mountain.
God bless the toilets of Kundiawa!