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Kundiawa Town  October 2020 (Paul Waugla Wii)
Kundiawa Town,  October 2020 (Paul Waugla Wii)


1 January 2013 - Sex enhancement products on Kundiawa streets (Bernard Yegiora)

A street seller in Kundiawa came up to me and offered me a packet of Viagra cream for K40. He touted the cream for K40, then K20 and finally K10. I politely told him that I didn't have any money.

I was told he also sells Viagra pills. Scary stuff if you do not know the side effects. So Kundiawa town is changing.

How did this street seller end up selling Viagra on the streets of Kundiawa? Is Viagra legal or illegal in PNG? I was told that his biggest customers are public servants. I presume this product has sparked a sexual revolution.

Word on the street is that the Viagra came via the Indonesia-PNG boarder, similar to the fireworks on the streets. Not only male sex products but also female sex products are sold on the streets of Kundiawa. Very interesting changes.

Viagra with pornography is a lethal combination that could increase HIV and other sexually transmitted infections in PNG

1 January 2014 - Forget the politics; give me the pastoral (Philip Fitzpatrick)

My brother-in-law has just sent me the draft of a book of photographs and text describing his 18 years involvement in oil and gas exploration in Papua New Guinea. Barry and I go back a long way.  We first met in primary school and have been best mates ever since.  We both went to PNG as cadet patrol officers at the same time in 1967 and, of course, we ended up marrying sisters.

I followed him back to PNG in the 1990s, working for the same field services company but he has a much vaster experience in the game than me.  Now in our mid-sixties we are both fit but I have been hamstrung for the last 30 years or so by the exigencies of managing type-two diabetes.  I have to plan my day and eat on time, so it hampers bush work.

Being of a literary bent and a natural watcher of people I’ve always been intrigued by politics.  I also get bored quickly.  Barry, on the other hand, is more phlegmatic and has taken what he calls a mercenary approach to PNG.  I think he rather likes the money he earns but over the years I have tended to become indifferent to it.

That said I suspect that his approach has ultimately been the more sensible one.  I’ve worn myself out with the frustrations of public life while he is still wandering through the wild hinterlands happily snapping pictures of rainbow-coloured frogs, weird binatangs, elegant waterfalls and other picturesque sundries that cross his path.

This doesn’t mean that he hasn’t developed a warm affinity for Papua New Guinean people; he just doesn’t get involved in local politics unless it is absolutely necessary.  He also stays away from the big towns as much as possible.

Being apolitical and more orientated towards the wilder and more remote parts of PNG is an attractive proposition.  Maybe it could be a panacea for a too-long preoccupation with all the woes that bedevil the place - and Australia for that matter.

It is out there that you run into the real people of PNG.  The fantastic scenery is a happy bonus.  Same thing applies in Australia.

When I think about it, the days I’ve most enjoyed in PNG were those spent staying in remote villages or trekking through pristine rainforests with a small backpack and a supply of insulin and jellybeans if I needed them. (I once gave all my jellybeans away to the little kids in a village and then nearly panicked when the chopper failed to show up on time – thank goodness for sugarcane.)

The people are invariably friendly and cheerful and, in most cases, blithely unaware of the latest atrocities being committed by their overweight and greedy politicians in Port Moresby.  For a large part of the Papua New Guinean population politics is happily irrelevant.

Their lives in the bush unwind in the same leisurely and unhurried way that it has for centuries (why on earth did we see a need to foist ‘development’ on them?).  Except in a few places there are no real law and order problems and they judiciously avoid the big towns for that reason.  It’s nice to wander around and not worry about being confronted by some drug or homebrew charged thug (or policeman) with a bush knife demanding your wallet.

It’s a part of PNG that we tend to forget when we become preoccupied with idiots tearing down parliament house or politicians caught with their snouts too far into the public trough (maybe it’s a good idea to tear down parliament house and just not replace it).

Anyway, I think I might take Michael Dom’s advice about the graun and try to pay more attention to ‘outback’ Papua New Guinea in 2014.


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