Farwell Papua!
OMG! I just
met Justin Wellington! Okay, his not that big… actually, I haven’t heard of him
before I came to Papua, but he’s always on the radio, and he was so nice! I got
a hug and his autograph. Plus, he asked me about my vacation! He isn’t really
from Papua New Guinea, he is from Australia, but he grew up here, and he also
speaks pidgins. He wanted to come and see some
of the victims, he sang for us also. This is the song he sang for us.
As my days
here in Papua are coming to an end, I wished to go see the Huli clan again. We
really bonded, even though I couldn’t actually have any deep conversations whit
them; I feel I grew close to a group of humans that showed me a different way
of life, and showed me to live in the now, to be present, but that meeting was
never to happen, I may not even ever see them again. The day before I had
planned to meet them me and my cousin went for a hike with some tourists from
Australia and New- Zealand. We had just set up our tents by the “Black Cat
Track”, when they came. After that it all just happened so quick, I remember a
man with painted face jumping towards me, I think he was carrying a machete.
Then I hit my head. I remember waking up, remember the bodies of our guidance, our
desperation, and I remember falling in and out of consciousness. Here’s the
article.
It’s been a
long and fantastic vacation, though it didn’t end the best possible way. Now I’m just looking forwards to going home.
Sources:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8Lvx9JebI8, 26.may.08