23 – 26 April – getting down to work

25th was Utmei Secondary College.  The day dawned cool and clear following heavy rain in the night. Always welcome as it clears the air. The driver from Utmei arrived promptly to pick me up in his large school truck. Utmei is about 90 + mins from Kokopo. The driver had left at 6am to come and collect me. In total he was up for 4 journeys across largely rough, very rough roading but he was cheerful and keen to point out areas of interest. Heartened by the road safety stickers on the window I dragged the seatbelt across me only to find there was no connection. I asked where the connection was but long gone – the driver suggested I tuck it under my bum – not sure how that would go with NZ Road Safety regulations.

Driving through the lush tropical vegetation I soon forgot about the seatbelt and was able to ignore the large crack across the windscreen as we rattled along roads fringed with magnificent frangipani, hibiscus, trees crowned with vibrant red and orange blossom – banana palms and pawpaw were in abundance. Smiling children all attired in school uniforms straddled the roadside together with mothers with babies strapped to their backs and the occasional young lads heading into the undergrowth foraging for kai.

We passed through Keravat where Nadine and Kevin lived for 3+ years. Passing through Keravat my driver pointed out CIS?  Where “people who make trouble stay up there”.  It reminded me of when we were at the Nonga Hospital and Johannes pointed out some lads in a particular uniform – prisoners who are let out to go and get lunch and then they head back to the jail! Good plan, saves Government funds! I wonder how many would come back in NZ!

Next day was Maltech in Rabaul. It’s a lovely school nestled in the shadow of the volcano which caused such destruction when it erupted in 1994. They have very few boarders due to the evacuation procedures which are necessary in case of another eruption. Rabaul is only beginning to recover from the terrible disaster which covered what was the main centre of ENBP.

25th our group of NZ volunteers attended a very moving ceremony at the Rabaul Cenotaph. As we drove to the cenotaph the road each side of the road was lit with flaming tapers. As the morning star faded we sang the NZ National Anthem in both Maori and English. National Anthems were also sung by the Papua New Guineans and the Australians who were out in full force. Following the ceremony we all breakfasted at the local Yacht Club.

Catching up – week 1 – 5 April

Got a bit behind with writing due to a range of things – www issues, lots to do, exhaustion, heat! However, ‘a picture speaks a thousand words’ so I’ll rely on a photo collage to tell the tale of week 1 – 5 April! Our visit was to the Galip Nut factory at Kerevat where the process is manual. Nuts are shelled and packaged for local market and export. Check out the shelves in supermarkets and delis – excellent alternative to almonds.

Getting into it!

27 March and it’s been an eventful few days. I’ve had opportunities to get out and about largely due to the fact that the person I will be responsible to being called away on business. It’s given me time to spend time familiarizing myself courtesy of Johannes our VSA in country Manager and Fatima,( Wonder Woman) who is an Inspector for the Dept of Education where I will be working.

Johannes took me out to some of the villages in the Pomio District which is adjacent to Kokopo District. We met with the Francis brothers who have a plot where they are growing sweet potato. The work on a simple crop rotation system which is working well. It’s all pure organic – chickens for fertilizer and chilies which they crush and add to water to spray. The lads have big plans but are taking small steps. Everything is very labour intensive so here’s a huge requirement for tools – nothing that needs maintenance as there’s no-one to maintain it but some simple gardening tools would improve production. An area to be worked on!

This week (25 – 29 March)  I’ve been so fortunate to have Fatima who has taken me under her wing and kindly included me in her Training Centre visits. The roads out of Kokopo are challenging to say the least and Fatima traverses the almost impassable areas of the road in her 4×4 with absolute confidence and skill. Recent torrential rain closed schools and halted commerce for 3 days. It washed out many parts of the roads and, unlike Aotearoa, there are no road work companies racing to repair seriously washed out areas. However, the show must go on. Inspections must continue if standards are to be maintained and I gathered that such obstacles are undaunting and a relatively regular occurance, particularly in the rainy season.

Today we had as company Dr Paul Koro who is fact finding on behalf of the EU and works out of Moresby. We also had Mr Tamsin Dau who is also an Inspector. Nice pic of us with Mr Peken Pou-Utt who is the Manager of the Raual VTC (Vocational Training Centre) where we were this morning.

East New Britain

After a lovely restful but very warm few days with Ben, Raylene and family in Brisbane I was on my way to my assignment with VSA in Kokopo.

Arrived in Port Moresby on Tuesday 13th and had one night there. Johannes our Manager took me for a tour around the city and although it’s grown exponentially in other respects it’s much the same as it was 30 years ago.

Wednesday we arrived in Kokopo and despite a few hitches due to ‘luggage issues’ of my fellow volunteer, which I’m trying to forget, all went well. Thursday morning orientation got off to a somewhat disrupted start again due to my fellow volunteer’s inability to accept that changes happen and we suck it up! A late start but once we got going all went well. Very interesting study in different people’s reactions and the need to control!  Enough.

‘Mi haus’ is very much like the one we lived in as a family in Moresby. I’m fortunate to have air conditioning as well as fans but I tend to go more for fans. I’m in a small compound of 8 houses unlike most of the other volunteers who are housed in a large compound which is abut 20 mins walking, maybe 30 in the heat!  My neighbours are lovely – all locals but helpful and like all the other locals I’ve met very smiley and friendly.

We have a week of orientation and I’m expecting to start at the East New Britain Provincial Education Dept on Thursday. 

Saturday I had lunch with Johannes (Manager) Ngaire (a Volunteer who is at the Teacher’s College in Gaulim) and the Deputy Governor of ENB who has the Education portfolio. It was interesting to hear some of the economic history of the area and his strategic plan for education. Paramount in his plan is equipping students with 21st century technological skills so they can be competitive in the local and international job market.

A dark day for NZ

It was with horror and deep sadness that we have followed the news of the shootings in Christchurch. Our hearts and thoughts are with all New Zealanders, particularly those who have lost loved ones in this senseless act of terrorism. It is inconceivable that such a horrendous act of violence should be inflicted upon an innocent group of our fellow countrymen.

It’s the luck of the draw!

I love people watching. I even confess to eves dropping at times.

I always choose an aisle seat. I have no desire to see how far I could fall nor do I wish to be squeezed between two possible examples of our burgeoning size wise population. The aisle provides a degree of in-flight freedom.

On the early morning flight to Brisbane I quietly congratulated myself and confirmed the good sense of my choice. To my left we’re two fellow passengers of generous proportion. Early into the flight two enormous scones were produced, plastered generously with butter and noisily consumed interspersed with slurps from the milky sugared coffee provided to seat + bag passengers. Post scone consumption one traveller produced a bag of chocolate bars and a second round of food fest commenced. Satiated the traveller next to me leaned across and extracted a book from the back pocket of the seat in front of me. I was startled at the title. Maybe she hasn’t started yet!

WhatAmISupposedToEat

…gone

Early Friday morning Auckland airport and as my eldest son’s car was authoritatively directed at the drop–off area my knees felt weak and my stomach lurched. At last I’m on my way to Kokopo! First stop Brisbane, a few days r & r, cuddles with two of my grandchildren and then PNG here I come!

As his car receded into the distance I gathered my luggage, my thoughts and headed to the check-in. I love the automation. No need for smiles or time time worn greetings. Slap down the passport, push a few buttons, read the ominous warnings, join the blue luggage dots and proceed to the automated bag drop. Simple. Mostly, for most!

Helping a couple of aged travellers who were heading to a 96th birthday celebration across the ditch (Gateway to Heaven party) earned my morning brownie points. “I like a person” one wailed but the familiar AirNZ uniforms were few and  far between and those that were on the floor were more than overwhelmed by the crowds queued for their help. 7 am was seething with travellers. As I sped through the process and headed for a long black my mind hearkened back to the long slow queues back in the day when horror stories of lengthy waits abounded.

Gathering my thoughts and looking to the future I opened my Pidgin Kwiktime (Pidgin in a hurry) A self-paced trainer. I’ve graduated from ‘Wanem nem bilong yu?’ to a useful phrase to find my fellow volunteer ‘Dokta bilong haus sik’

NZ135 is called. I’m on my way.