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Travel Blogs from Madang
... for a small sing-sing, where village residents sat around, played kundu drums and sang.
We were the first international guests to stay at their guesthouse. I think they had had a handful of visitors – extended family members – from other areas stay there before. It was really quite a treat, and they were terribly excited to have visitors. They want to do this more regularly. It is an amazing experience for ...
... from the island of Bil Bil commercialise their pottery. They charged us 35 kina for a demonstration and allowed us to walk to the ocean and through their village. They are quite a large village and have the traditional structures as well as newer ones made from iron and wood and thatch. The new ones last longer but cost more. Traditional homes last 3 to 5 years before having to be replaced.
I bought Dad and Mum a traditional cooking pot from the village
... s second largest city. This internal flight crossed from the South to the North of Papua, the large island that makes up most of PNG, and gave us the first indication of the stunning, but tough, terrain of PNG – a mountain range currently prevents the building of a road to link between these two cities. Indeed, there are parts of the country that are only accessible by air, and so the ...
... enjoyable experience. DH even purchased a small piece of pottery from a local woman who, with great pride, took us through the many difficult steps involved in making the product- I don't like the chances of this very fragile product making it all the way home but we'll give it a try.
How do you top off your trip to Madang. A round of golf at the local club of course. Neither of us play very often and we certainly don't play with any degree of skill but ...
... sun came out mid morning the day became one of the most pleasant of
the voyage so far.
Our destination of Madang, Papa New Guinea's second
largest city, is on the northern coast.
Day 53 -Feb 27 Madang, Papua New Guinea (PNG)
We awoke to light rain hoping that it might stop by
our noon arrival in Madang. No such luck. It was still raining as we
docked. With umbrellas aloft we ventured ashore. Apart from the rain
it was Sunday and everything was closed, though ...