Apr-Jul: I'll be in the South Pacific.
The big city
A Shabbat service. Graffiti and razor wire. Broad, paved, well-lit streets. Young men drinking at 8 o’clock Saturday morning. A yacht club. Salons where girls straighten and color their hair — and boys prance in high heels.
A Christian music show for a little girl with cancer. Cool evening breezes and the harbor through the hills. Dinnertime talk of robberies. Betel nut. Fires. Marble, air conditioners, elevators. Tongans. Malaysians. Kenyans.
Port Moresby.
A planned trip fell through this weekend, so I’ve had a glimpse of the capital instead.
Friday, I was barred from the Parliament House because I was wore a T-shirt. In fairness, my collared shirt was locked in my bag with my toothbrush and everything else. We pried the lock apart later in the day.
My thoughts vacillate: I could get comfortable here. I could never stand it here. But it’s irrelevant, really; I’m leaving in two days.
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Comment from Corey Adams
Time: June 20, 2006, 9:59 pm
Port Morseby. It was an interesting town from what I remember of it. Can’t wear a T-shirt in…wow. Well I hope all is well David.
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