Papua New GuineaAn extraordinary Open Air Museum
Rice sacks (filled with yams or thousands of betel nuts), children, and baby chicks pleading for their mothers, fought for room to breathe in the van. A child sitting on my feet peeled an orange and discarded the peelings in my lap after quickly wiping her hands on my pant leg. Everyone seemed to be hugging a neighbor, holding on tight as the taxi driver maneuvered the corners while he looked for a CD hiding under his seat. The twelve kilometer trip to the first village took almost two hours, not a concern for the locals.
The country that appears on the outside as one of the last great frontiers quickly adopted western ways with their cell phones, radios, and generators for satellite televisions. So why is there no money for shoes?