Currently up in Goroka in the Eastern Highlands where I'm hanging out at this sort of linguist commune. I've mostly been lazing about existing on coffee and beer and avocado so there's nothing too exciting to report. Several days ago though I went to Rosove, a village perched high up in the mountains. The sumptuous vistas were out of control but sadly my camera battery died so I have little evidence of the sumptuous-ness.

Having the highlands as a cultural point of comparison has also given me a lot of food for thought. So many things are so different. So for instance I can't help but notice how people here don't verbally assault their children all the time like the Chini do. In Andamang I've gotten so used to people calling their children 'worthless' as a term of endearment "Hey worthless, what are you doing over there?". To deny a kid's request for something they'll say "Your ass smells like shit!" And when a baby cries too loudly or for too long someone'll call out "Pull out its eyes! Pull out its teeth!" Up here though you don't hear those kinds of things, but in both places everyone seems to turn out alright in the end I guess.

Back in Madang as of a few days! Enjoying autonomy and access to cold things. 

To get here to Madang I had a 2.1 day journey with about a dozen other people. Parts of the trip were pleasant, like when I collapsed from heat and thirst and fell asleep on some (stationary) driftwood in a cold stream. But mostly it was just miserable, and so I got grumpy, which is bad because here you have to be agreeable all the time. I had barely slept for two days, and we were making our way to Madang in the middle of the night in the PMV (=truckish bus). I got sat next to the driver. Around 1am as I was calculating the likelihood of my surviving the trip, he offered me this leg of goat he had gotten from some person on the road. He put it right in my face, I mean it was so discolored and pungent and obviously old so I wasn’t at first able to even recognize it as meat, and I said (in Tok Pisin) ‘Nope. I don’t want it.’ (“Nogat. Mi les.”). That was taken as pretty impolite apparently so the other passengers corrected me – apparently in that situation I’m supposed to said ‘I’ve had enough’ (“Mi inap”) even though I hadn’t actually eaten anything. 

In unrelated news, I’ve now chewed betel nut a few times. It’s this bizarre kind of sour fruit thing that you chew and it puts you in a good mood and makes you chatty. The betel nut alone turns your spit white, and you have to spit all of that out. Then you take this other sour thing called daka that resembles a furry green bean, and you dip it into a container of crushed sea shell powder (kambang) and then you bite the end of the daka with the kambang on it and you chew. That combination results in a chemical reaction that turns everything red and makes you salivate, and so then you have to keep spitting out your red spit. It’s actually rather nice, and puts you in a good mood. Everyone here chews it constantly and people’s social lives are basically centered around it. And there’s always red spit all over the ground everywhere. Anyways here’s a picture of me the first time I chewed betel nut.