Tuesday, December 9, 2008
oh my word. what a week.
my husband has spent the last three days in town trying to re-book some airline tickets that were mysteriously cancelled on us this past Friday.
Going to town is not cheap (read: fifty U.S. dollars a trip), so he will often kalup long pmv and ride to and from. Today was special. He got to cram into a van along with 20 other people (no, I am not kidding). The van has seats for 15.
This IS Papua.
One of the passengers was so drunk, he slept on Neal's shoulder ... isn't Neal hospitable? I always knew I married well.
Tomorrow, Neal gets to repeat the whole process for the fourth day in a row. Isn't he keen? I mean, who wouldn't like to drive or ride for an hour, one way, only to sit down in a plastic chair, waiting, waiting, waiting ... maybe going outside to buy a skolop, then going back inside only to be told "tomorrow I promise ..."
The other day, at the market, Neal and Gabby found the most appropriate shirt:
Kimbe. Land of no return.