Amendment

Just to clarify, according to EMTV News tonight Princess Anne was welcomed by students waving the PNG Flag and the Black Jack, not the Union Jack as I earlier reported. My apologies for this misrepresentation...

Nambawan Pikinini Meri

Well there was much excitement at Bomana this morning as the girls started arriving early, ready to welcome nambawan pikinini meri bilong missus qwin, Princess Anne, to our part of the world. She was coming out to Bomana this morning to lay a wreath at the Australian War Cemetery, as part of her 22 hours of duty in PNG (a week late for the Independence Day anniversary, but better late than never, I suppose).

The girls had been asked, along with the De La Salle boys and the students from Bomana Primary, to come and be an honour guard to welcome the Princess as she traveled down the road. Being school holidays, we didn’t get a huge number of girls, but the ones who came were excited to be showing the orange and white while waving their PNG and British flags.

We had been told to be ready and waiting for the car at 8am, but at 2 to 8 we were still waiting for students to get changed, standing around Mrs Andrew’s house. I was sure we were going to miss the whole thing, but it seems that the organizers took PNG time into account when telling people when to be where – either that or they were suffering from it themselves as we were still by the side of the road at 9.30, waiting for the sound of sirens to let us know the moment was finally here.

The firetruck had been by a bit earlier, spraying the road with water in an effort to reduce the dust, but it dried again within minutes, and every time a car sped down the road it sent up showers of dust, accompanied by loud yells from the honour guard of “esi, yah!” Everyone was covering their face with their flag, and people were starting to get impatient when finally, we heard the sirens.

It took about 20 seconds for the police vans and motorbikes and official cars to pass by, and we were left wondering if that was all there’d be when we saw the people further down the road rushing to get to the cemetery gates. We decided to hurry too to see if we would be allowed in before they shut them, and I had to giggle at the students chattering about “yah, I saw her white gloves”, and “she was really smiling, yah!” Luckily the uniforms got us through the gates, so we moved on up to the lawn to watch from a distance the officialry and ceremony – though not much action – as the girls strained to figure out which one was the Princess.

The best was yet to come though – just when it seemed like that was as close as we’d get, the police pointed us in the direction of the pathway down from the memorial, and the girls and boys formed a line that would soon be a real honour guard because the Princess would have to walk by them to get back down to her vehicles. They were so excited to see her coming, and had their flags waving, and were not sure whether to clap or sing or stand still!

Again, it was all very quick, and she didn’t take long to walk by, but she made a brief stop at each new set of uniforms, and afterwards you should have seen Gloria (our new school captain)’s face – “I spoke to the Princess! She spoke to me!” She’d asked when the holidays would be over, and Gloria told her next week. Wow - I think that made her year! To have spoken to a real live princess would have to be a huge moment in any kid’s life – and what an amazing coincidence, that the girl she chose to speak to just happened to be the one who’d been elected Head Girl for 2006. Couldn’t have picked a better representative.

A big moment in the life of Bomana, and even though I’m no monarchist (at all!) it was fun to be a part of and worth the wait, if only to see the reaction of the girls and how excited they were by all of it.

Reminded me of my father-in-law’s story of going to see the queen when he was a little boy in Australia – waiting with the huge crowds to line the streets of the official cavalcade’s route through the city, and being excited even though all he saw was a few seconds of a car and a wave through the glass - then walking home later on in the day, to see the car passing by him again, all alone, and to see her face with a wave and smile just for him… (or so he says)

The Emville maids of honour, waiting to welcome Princess Anne with the red, black and yellow (and the Union Jack)

The honour guard, waiting for their moment 

The lady herself 

Day of lasts

Lunch at Ela Beach Hotel

Em with her multi-coloured braids

Josepha, Xavier and the beautiful engraving they gave Em

24 hours old

Em's favourite

Families and friends

A sad and feeling-sorry-for-myself day today after having to say goodbye to my little sister. It was a fantastic 11 days having her here – everyone loved her, as predicted – and it was so much fun to hang out with her again. Same with everyone who came and visited me – it’s so cool to be able to share what life here is like with them – for them to be able to actually see all these places I keep on talking about – to meet the people I’ve come to love - to laugh with them and listen to their stories so that when I talk about them they can actually hear those singsong voices in their head and memory. This blog and the photos and emails become real instead of just pictures on a screen. And my family become everyone’s family – the girls and teachers and Pia claim them as their own now, and tell me stories about them. Pretty cool.

I haven’t done a whole lot of e-ing while they were here – this blog is sadly out of date and my email correspondence has been reading only sorry – too busy making the most of having real people here to talk to!

So, a brief update on the activities of the last few days of Em’s visit…

Friday we said goodbye to Lindie, and came home from the airport to a deserted school because the girls have all left for their week of holidays (or study, as my grade 10s should be doing).

Saturday morning was Ela Beach market – Em really chose a good time to be here, because this is the best market in PNG I reckon (me, who’s such an expert on PNG markets now!!) – it’s clean and well-organised and safe – and has lots of stuff to look at. I still remember my first Ela Beach Saturday - I’d been here about a month or more and this was the first time I had walked anywhere by myself – first time anywhere without a bodyguard! I loved the freedom of it – wandering by myself in a crowd where I could actually get lost and not feel like the odd one out, because there were so many other tourist-looking-types there too. I’m proud to not just be part of the expat scene or a tourist – I love feeling like I’m part of the local PNG community - but every now and then it’s nice not to be the only whitey.

Anyway, we were both excited to be heading off to Ela Beach because we’re both big marketers from way back – but unfortunately I couldn’t stay there too long because I was going to a funeral. Em and I had a quickish spin around, sussing out the shells and necklaces (and I got another painting by my new favourite artist) and then it was time to pass Em over to Neil, and head off to Boroko.

It was the funeral service for one of my classgirl’s mums. Roberta is the youngest daughter of the late Mrs Morlin, and my class and I had arranged to meet at St Joseph’s to be with her and show our sympathy and support. It was a sad thing to go to – my second PNG funeral, and the only one outside our school – but it was really nice to see so many of our girls there to be with Roberta and her family. And it was lovely to hear the Nth Solomon’s band and choir singing and playing in celebration of her life and family. I was very glad that I went.

After the funeral, we all went our separate ways, but I collected one of my girls who lives out at 9 Mile to give her a lift home, and another student who had organised her family to make mumu that day, so Em could see and taste some traditional Highlands food. Lapieh had written me a note in class after the Yellows had interviewed Lin and Em, offering to cook a mumu for them, and she told me after the funeral that it was ready – did I want to come and get it? Such a lovely gesture from a really lovely student. I was sorry that Em wasn’t with me to come and see it, but we decided I’d drive Lapieh home and at least I’d get to see the mumu pit and bring the food back to M’Ville and Em for our lunch. We made a brief detour to Malouro so I could stock up on kulau (Em still hadn’t tasted it yet – and I figured I’d make use of my two girls with me!) and then we went to Lapieh’s place. I met her family and had a bit of a laugh with her mum and dad, as we agreed that it was Lapieh’s task over the holidays to learn how to climb the coconut tree to collect the kulau herself. They explained how the mumu was made and cooked, and invited me back sometime to make it with Lapieh myself. Really friendly people and I’ll definitely take them at their word and go back sometime for more stories and cooking.

Then it was time to drop Genny home at 9 Mile, and I went in to her place and met her family too, which was also really nice. She was telling me stories in the car about the white woman who lives on the farm behind her house who according to her and her brothers is really a devil in disguise – a real one, even with a tail apparently – and I giggled with her, especially after I realised I’d met this woman on a couple of occasions – and told her I’d look more closely for horns next time!

It’s lovely knowing my girls are now comfortable enough with me to want me to come to their places and meet their families – and lovely that despite language differences and colour differences their families are comfortable enough to sit and tell stories with me and see that I want to be there too. Papua New Guineans are so welcoming and open and generous in this way – it’s a really warm feeling seeing that the shyness is going – like I’m not a visitor anymore, but part of their lives. And makes it even nicer that I can share mine with them too, as my family come here.

Sunday was an even bigger and better day for this sharing of families and lives, as Em and I got picked up by Norma Jean and her family in the morning, ready to head off to their village. Norma had mentioned in her journal months ago that her family often went to their pontoon at Bootless Bay on weekends. I wrote back that I’d love to come and see her place sometime, so we planned it for during Em’s visit so she could come and see village life too. It was such a great day – one of the best I’ve had here, and I was so glad that Em had stayed an extra few days so she could come along too.

We got picked up by her mum and dad in the truck in the morning, and Em loved the chance to sit in the back of the ute again as we went back to Hohola to pick up the rest of the family, and then drove out to the Bay. I’d met her mum and cousin before as one of the other AVIs had worked with Veronica and had brought Rita out with us one night, so we were already easy with each other – and all the family were so friendly. And of course Em’s so open and ready to meet people we all got along like a house on fire. They had a couple of other white meri’s coming too – colleagues of Veronica – and a whole bunch of family members came for the day trip.

We had so much fun there – walking through the village along the Bay, climbing down to the boat and being pulled along by the rope out to the pontoon, exploring the pontoon and fish farm, then jumping in the water – the water was beautiful and it was fantastic to swim when it was so hot.

Climbing back out of the water was another matter – Em cut her foot on a rusty drum, and I thought I’d be stuck trying to pull myself up forever! – but it was so worth it for the fun of swimming.

We had a nice lunch with all the fam under the house, then went for a walk our to the Point, collecting shells and comparing tatt’s and telling stories (an unbelievable one about what the youngest sister gets away with when she’s angry – I should be forever glad Em’s never had an axe handy when she’s mad at me!!). Em got to see someone climb a coconut, and drink the kulau, freshly husked, straight from the shell. It was a shame when the day was over and we had to drive back – we were all sorry to go. Em couldn’t stop saying what a great day she’d had, and I was so glad she’d been able to be there for it.

But the fun wasn’t over yet – when we got back home, we saw at once that Em’s wish had come true and Gabrielle was no longer a pregnant pussycat – there was a bundle of 5 little kittens waiting for us on the verandah!

Needless-to-say there was much cosseting and fussing over them for the remainder of her stay here, and she even chose a favourite – a little black one with a ginger patch over one eye. Very cute.

Monday was a day of lasts – although it started with a trip to the doctor and a tetanus shot for Em after that rusty cut to the foot. We went back to Tabari Place for a final craft search, then to PNG Art for Em’s beautiful wooden bowl, then Ela Beach with Pia for a goodbye lunch – Mussels el Moresby – yummo. A final shopping run after a brief stop at the jewelry store for a PNG charm (man climbing coconut – appropriate) and then a well-earned rest at home before wandering down to see Pia’s new place for next year, and a look at a real-live baby-in-bilum at Mrs Steven’s place. A surprise visit by Fr Lawrence and Neil, which was welcome even if the reason for his being in town wasn’t so good.

Last night we had all manner of guests coming to bring gifts and say goodbye – Neil and Father Omero (though I think they came to watch SBS Sports as much as to say their farewells!), Josepha and her family with a bilum and some beautiful engravings, Mrs Hape and the girls with a Madang bilum, and Mrs Pilon with a woolen highlands bilum. It was the most visitors we’ve had in one night! Then Dorothy and Vanessa got themselves settled with the little girls in front a movie while they began the long task of braiding Em’s hair so she could go home with PNG plaits…

It was so good having my small sister here as long as she was, and there were tears a-plenty saying goodbye – but it won’t be long now til I’ll be back there. And it was nice to have a reminder of all the good stuff I’ll be going back to, at a time when mostly all I can see is how hard it’ll be to leave this place behind…

Norma Jean, her cousin sisters and the pontoon in the background - a floating raft of boardwalks on barrels, with a shelter, fireplace and netted fish-farms (where they keep turtles too) 

walking the plank

The fish farm on the pontoon 

We made it into the boat! 

Lunch with Norma and the family under the house

Love ya L1!

Lindie, learning how to scrape a coconut while she was here. Being the all-round genius she is, she picked it up in about 3 seconds, as opposed to my 18 months... So much for showing off my expertise!
 

We farewelled her at Jacksons Aiport today after a lovely slow lunch at Airways. She should be landing back in Sydney right about now... It was SO good to have her here - thanks Lin so much for coming and for an excellent week, and hope you enjoyed the Malaysian Swiss rolls on offer by Air Niugini on the flight back!

as requested, Mrs Bo Peep 

Bomana Days

Well despite the business of the staffroom at Mville these last coupla days, we've been managing to have a pretty good time. Last night we went out to dinner with the AVIs to Asia Aromas (which pleased the readers of Lonely PLanet PNG as it got a mention as the best eating place in POM) and stayed the night with Lea and Nev - my favourite hotel! (Those two have been the best in-loco-parentis home-away-from-home I could imagine - and their pool's not bad either!)

Lin and Em have been hits at school, and we even managed to sort out the order of hello's this morning with 10P - they always stand to greet you, and the "Good Morning Ms Conolly" is always chirpy and they want to welcome Lin and Em too, but never know quite what order to use, so it ends up sounding rather chaotic and fades away as they relaise they've said the opposite name to the person next to them. So today we decided on alpha rather than age order! (sounds a whole lot better in unison)

We've been doing a lot of work on Romeo and Juliet. We watched the Luhrman version last week, but Em brought the Zefferelli one so we've been doing comparisons of different scenes, and Em and Lin are getting first hand experience of watching movies with these girls of mine - very amusing! Tomorrwo we may venture into reading aloud frm the script - we'll see how we go.

Better head off now - they've already started "Bend it like Beckham" without me... Lin's last day tomorrow - very sad - but she's had a good time.

A very happy birthday to Kerry and Doug too for Tuesday - meant to post a happy day to them both but got caught up in convincing Lin to watch All Saints with us...

Goroka Girls

I told Pia I'd be coming home with a basket!!!!! Check out Chuk with her squirt of a basket compared to mine!

And yes, I've already tried it out - I can fit inside it!

With Monica, enjoying one of her yummy lunches on her verandah.  

Hostess extraordinaire!

Em and Lin, on our walk back from town on Monday. Monica had to goto work, but we had a lovely day getting up when we felt like it, then strolling from her home to town to explore the street market again (bilums and baskets galore!), find the coffee shop (the real to-buy Gorokoa coffee), and then enjoy a cup of it at the Bird. 

The Show

This boy caught me grinning at him just as I lifted my camera to snap - or maybe he was just one of the many laughing at me in my plastic poncho, trying to save myself from the rain! 

Cynthia was very chuffed today when I told her that the Hagen faces were the most spectacular... 

We thought these West New Britain boys were poster boys for the Mardi Gras! Fabulous headdress, darling! 

beautiful shells 

This lady let me take her photo - but I wish I'd caught the laugh after she finished posing for me. It's a serious business, this snapping! 

I should have visitors more often

Lindie and Em are busy in the kitchen, and here I am, kicking back in front of the computer, Missy Higgins playing cooking (and typing) music from the lounge room while my tummy rumbles appreciatively, anticipating the prawn stir fry Lin shopped so scrupulously for this afternoon. (BTW, just for those who may need to be in the know, never make the mistake of assuring your aunty you have light soy sauce at home unless you are ABSOLUTELY certain, because my mushroom soy did not meet the required standards of this particular gourmet…) Smells good though.

Today was a fairly chaotic day for me, realising upon my return to school after a 4-day-legal + one-day-extra-long weekend that I have a whole heap of assessment marks still to enter into the database – and first I have to collect them – and before that I have to have a marking criteria – and now only 3 days to do it. Bugger. Not going to be the relaxed week I was hoping for while my visitors are here, but they did come down to my English classes today and had fun meeting the girls. Once again those Yellows played possum, pretending to be quiet and shy, but the Purples were more relaxed and got a bit more into question time.

Lin and Em talked a bit about our weekend and the Show up in Goroka. It wasn’t as big as last year’s, but it was still amazing: magnificent bilas – the paint and feathers and fur and skirts; the smells of pigs grease and betelnut mixing with the steam from the hot rain; the little kids all dressed up and following their mums and dads around, trying to copy the dances and chants; the face paint of flags and flowers spouting over all the spectators… It’s so hard to describe because we have nothing like it in Australia. Sure we have crowds for footy games, and celebrations with traditional Aboriginal dancing and costumes, and even big shows like the Easter Show – but nothing compares with the spectacle of a PNG Cultural Show, with so many different groups so totally different from each other yet all from within the one country, and all competing with each other for the most incredible costume. It’s something unique to this country, and an experience that I’m sure will become the benchmark for everything I ever do for the rest of my life - hard (impossible?) to beat.

Love Goroka

Well, we're back safe and sound - had a fantastic weekend - thank you SO MUCH to Monica who made our stay in the Highlands just perfect. More details + photos on their way...

x L1, L2 + E

Tomorrow!!!!

As well as being Independence Day tomorrow, it's also the day Em and Lin arrive!!!!! Wahoo!! Can't wait for my next (and final) 2 guests: my small sister, and my mum's small sister. Not only am I excited about having them here, but we'll also be going to Goroka for the Show on Saturday. Gonna be a great weekend!

Hiri Moale

The AVI girls, lucky enough to score front-row seats for the Hiri Moale festival today - part of the celebration of PNG's 30th Annivesary of Independence. The Hiri Moale festival celebrates a traditional beach-side ceremony, and is held at Ela Beach.

The festival symbolizes the traditional Hiri trade between the Motuans and the people of the Gulf province. The Hiri Motuans would leave in their boats with clay pots, which they traded for sago from the Gulf.

We trekked down there early this morning, eager to be a part of the spectacle - and we were not disappointed. There was a canoe race, lots of traditional dancing and singing, the Police band, many (long-winded) speeches, a (somewhat out-of-place) Carribean drum band from Townsville (?!), the arrival of the lagatoi's and then the long-awaited Hiri Queen contest, with 20 beautiful young girls making their way down to the centre stage.

A little Hanua girl, waiting for her turn to dance. The tattooes are traditionally made with thorns and rubbed-in ashes and the juice of a special leaf - but these ones are applied by magic marker just for the day. 

The canoe race, and the crowd. 

The women on the beach, singing and dancing the traditional welcome back to the men in the lagatoi's.

The two lagatoi's, halted on the reef before the beach as the tide was going out. The sails are really something special to see. There's a painting of these boats near Foodworld, with the setting sun in the cutaway circle - must have been a beautiful sight to see them come in to shore. 

The Hiri Queens shouted a greeting in Motu to the crowd before making their way down the catwalk. 

A contending Hiri Queen, dancing her way down to centre stage. She's holding a yam in her hand - I think it's a symbol of fertility.  

It was a dark and stormy night

Well I thought I was going to be going into town again tonight, with some jazz on the agenda, but sadly that plan seemed to fizzle. Instead, I’m sitting in a darkened house, alone, without outside drizzle.

Actually, it’s not as forlorn as it sounds. I’m totally exhausted from boarding duty – only 2 ½ days of it (I got off very lightly – don’t think I could have survived a full week of it) so I doubt I would have made very entertaining company tonight anyway.

I have the house to myself, which is a rare treat. As flatmates go, Pia and I really have done extremely well together - lots of laughs - but every now and then I crave solitude, so a night alone is actually a very peaceful prospect.

And it’s raining! This is the first real rain Bomana has had in months and it’s heavenly!

Even the blackout has its appeal: sitting outside in the quiet, a verandah dimly lit by candlelight, nothing to do except listen to the rain fall and enjoy its cool…

Could do a lot worse than this kind of Bomana night.

So tired

boarding duty.

wake the girls up at 5.50am

supervise work parade for an hour

make sure the cooks are doing their job with breakfast

supervise breakfast noise levels

push the girl into getting changed in the 5 minutes between end of breakfast and bell for assembly

oversee the day's routines

crack the whip during afternoon charges, wandering the school grounds making sure girls are cutting grass or washing walls and not telling stories

hang around for the 1.5 hours recreation

supervise dinner, washing up

listen to the news from a distance and make sure they're not roaring down the AV room and disturbing the Sisters

wait for the night study teacher to relieve you at 6.45pm

urgghhhh!

thank God for Independence Day and public holidays - only half a day left!

PS

My email's playing silly buggers on and off again, just in case you've sent something and are wondering why I haven't replied. But keep trying!

Hitting the town

Well, what a weekend I’ve had! I think yesterday was the most action-packed day I’ve had all year here in POM – one event rolling on after the other – totally unlike my usual quiet existence out here in the sticks.

I was abandoning my quiet Bomana Saturday night after being offered a spare ticket to a fundraising Ball in town at the Crowne Plaza, and I spent the week in a flurry of preparation, trying to figure out how I’d get into town (go with Neil to the POM Grammar market in the morning, get dropped at Ela Murray to meet up with Lea for her Women’s meeting, do a round of shopping and then head back to her place, and then crash there again after the Ball), and where exactly I’d manage to locate a ball dress and all the paraphernalia that would be needed for a night of glitz and glamour. The other teachers took on the task with excitement as we searched through the 2nd-hands for something to wear that wouldn’t make me stick out like a poor little volunteer (!) – and the choices they came up with were certainly interesting… And Lea and Heidi and I had another shot at it on Saturday afternoon, but by the time we were hitting the stores it was getting a bit late. We’d been at a Business and Professional Women’s Club meeting at Ela Murray International School (I was green with envy staring in those classrooms, BTW… I’d forgotten what teaching with resources looked like – paper cutouts and artwork and laminated wall signs - and SPACE, and a sign on the door with only 18 student names… sigh…), where I succeeded with my intention of securing scholarship forms so some of our girls could apply for assistance with school fees, and we listened to a song by Carol Kidu (the great Dame’s niece), a presentation on the PNG budget (1 car for a civil servant or 2000 students receiving a year’s elementary education… how do you think the money should be spent???), watched part of a play by a PNG woman playwright and had a cooking and clay pot demonstration by an Oro woman. Very interesting, and good to make contacts – especially if I’m going to try flogging our up-coming fundraising calendar to them next meeting…

Anyway, I digress. The continued search for a ball gown was unsuccessful, but luckily I had 2 stand-by outfits – my beautiful long pink sari-sh--material dress I’d brought from home in case the girls had a formal at the end of the year, and a more slinky red number I’d found with Pia at Labels the previous week, which I wasn’t sure would fit when I bought it but figured for K1.50 I could take the risk. So, once we got back to Lea’s I was under orders to try them both and let Lea and Heidi (who’d tagged along with us to the shops to giggle at me) judge which was the one to wear. So, in and out of the bathroom I paraded and we ummed and aahed over the choices – both red and pink got a nod, but as Heidi wisely pointed out, what I had to ascertain in order to make the appropriate selection was what kind of impression did I wish to make? Pretty (the pink), or sexy (the red)? Both were good, but what was the look I was going for?

Easy choice.

And then once that decision was made (I took Nev’s opinion over the girls’ immediately), there was the issue of shoes, and matching nail polish, and what jewels I could borrow, and a handbag… And finding matching thread so Lea could stitch up the hem that was coming down (a bit crazy that the cotton cost 3 times the price of the dress itself!). Do I try and fix my hair up in a french roll, or leave it down? Do I need to take a mobile phone in case the dress really works and I change my plans about coming home (?!! Thanks for that, Heidi!!)

Well, 6.30 soon came and off we went. Lea and Nev would drive me down and have a cocktail while I waited to see if I could find Graham and Nelini (who’d so nicely asked me to come) – the only two people at the event that I would know, and racing around being hosts to everyone. As we were waiting at the cocktail bar we were checking out everyone’s outfits. Lea and Nev are going to a Ball for Independence next week, and she wanted to see just how dressed-up people were. It was a bit of a mix, because it was a Rock n Roll Ball - quite a few people in fancy dress costume, and a lot more just fancy. I had thought I’d be the youngest there, but there were quite a few people my age, although not on our table.

Graham introduced to me a group of lovely people he thought I’d be sitting with, but then it turned out I was on another table, so he then deposited me with a new bunch of boys and told them to take care of me. One was his flatmate who I’d met briefly (over Shania Twain!) a couple of weeks ago, and the others were friends or colleagues who were there without partners. So I think they were happy to have the job of being my chaperones, and I was happy to be looked after and entertained. Nice guys, and it was interesting hearing about their various jobs and lives over dinner. The music was great – Graham had organized for a pianist/singer and a rock n roll band from NZ to come over and play (all were staying with him) and both the dinner and dancing music were terrific. I even managed to convince Steve (who told me he was George but I thought looked more like Bruce) to get up and do the twist with me after a while.

Then around 11ish, the boys decided they wanted to head down to the Ela Beach Hotel to Ozzie’s Bar where they were having a 70’s night. I was a bit reluctant to leave, being there at G’s invitation, but after some persuasion figured it sounded like fun – so off we went. Totally different scene! Drop the average age by about 20 years, and instead of cumber bunds and pearls there were jumpsuits and printed polyester shirts. This was definitely more my age bracket than my companions, and in this place I ran into quite a few people I knew, but the most surreal event of the night was going to the ladies’ room, running into one of the Youth Ambassadors I’d met once before and exchanging names again, and on hearing my name having a girl I’d never seen before tell me she recognised me as soon as I walked into the room… I was trying to figure out how I knew her when she told me she’d been reading my blog the last few weeks, and so knew all about my sister coming and all the day-to-day events I’d been writing about on here!!! Omigod, I was so embarrassed!!!! I think I turned the shade of my dress in about 2 seconds, but when I went out and found her later it turned out that she was none other than IslandBaby, whose blog I had just stumbled across about a week ago from a link from Jeremy’s blog. Very exciting! As totally weird as it was to be recognised from this site (seriously made me re-think the whole open-identity I’ve created on there – never really thought about anyone other than family and friends back in Oz reading this, even though I have been getting some local comments lately which has been fun) it was so cool to actually meet her, and find out that we must have crossed paths about 11 years ago too back in Sydney… So, hats off (and now your mask too), ricebag – hope we meet again!

It was pretty late (by my quiet Bomana nights standards) by the time my slightly-mad (just saying that to see if you do look this up, tattoo boy) Pommie escort dropped me back at Lea and Nev’s, and even later when hours after not being able to sleep (lots of screaming-cat type noises going on nearby) I realised somewhat too late that, oh crap I was going to regret this in a few hours when I have to run the P&C meeting I called, and even more on Monday morning when I have to get up at sparrow’s to start my week of boarding duty…

Still, it was fun to come back and report to my mates here at mville that I’d had a big night on the town, as promised, and hear them shriek with laughter as I gave them an example of my glamour-girl catwalk and told them I’d been living the quiet life too long – the last 3 months would be all about getting in on the action…

Mother + Mary

Well, a big beautiful Happy Birthday to my mum, who shares this very special day with another somewhat famous mother.

Thinking of you today, with love not just from me but from all my girls here who were very excited to learn that you were born the same day Our Lady was!

Home Alone

Feeling like a real bloke tonight. Came home late with Josepha from chatting with the boys at the seminary to find a dark house - no lights, no other keys, no closed bedroom doors, no Pia. A bit worried, I went down to school and checked, and apparently she left a message with the girls to say she'd be home tomorrow, she's staying in town tonight.

So, what do I do?

Fry up some baked beans, burn some toast and pop open a beer. Have a laugh at myself because even though it looks like a total boy's effort at dinner, I still use a serviette and a knife and fork...

Aw, how pretty

Today was the first day of the Mock Exams for both Grade 10 and Grade 12, but that didn't stop the assigments being due.

These are Grade 10 Home Ec projects - the girls had to make 2 of these gorgeous (in a surreal kinda way) decorations as part of their assessment, and there was a veritable garden on the teacher's desk this afternoon - scents and all. And who said there would be no craft lessons in high school!


On another note regarding all things beauty, I've recently become addicted to 2nd hand-clothes shopping ("Recently?!" I hear those of you who know me laugh - well, it's been a recent passion in-country at any rate). I don't know why it took me so long to hit the 2nd hands here in Moresby, but they are a total treasure trove - as well as a hot, smelly and crowded dumping ground - where dirty rags hang side by side with cast-off designer skirts. Just yesterday I got a red evening dress, a Basque almost-new skirt, and a Jacquie E shirt for a total of K7.50. Not bad!

Of course, this means I've been trying out these new outfits at school, much to the surprise of both staff and students who have been used to seeing me in the same old long skirts and shirts I've been wearing for the past 18 months (and getting VERY sick of). Experimenting with short skirts rather than ankle-length has had some interesting reactions, and today I was totally loving my latest acquisition, and feeling pretty good about it when one of the other teachers stopped me in the office and said "Ms Conolly you've been here 2 years and I've just noticed that you're growing". I thought she said 'going', but no, she then clarified that by saying I was growing in two directions - up and out! I thought (hoped) she was referring to my height as I tower over her (and most teachers) anyway, but today I had slight heels on too - but then our secretary helpfully chipped in with "Must be the kaukau. You're getting nice and fat!"

Oh dear...

Must remember, here in PNG being told you're looking fat is a compliment...

I refrained from pointing out that if this was Australia and she'd told me that I'd have decked her - but I did have a giggle about it with Pia later.

Is not being able to see more than waist-up in any mirror on campus a plus or a minus????

Dad

What do I remember?
Stories in the caravan -
Leprechaun tales, and cats by the seaside,
And Brer Rabbit tricking his companions, the way I thought I tricked Sam.

The pool at Nan and Pop’s,
And you surfacing like a whale beside me,
Water dripping from your hair
Skin glowing red and brown and freckled and peeling.

Diving the dumpers to join you floating,
Feet straight out, arms skulling, sitting upright in the water
Like you were in the recliner at Granny’s.
Jumping off your shoulders
Or riding the boogey board -
Endless family summers at the beach.

Driving in the car at night to Mollymook
Us girls tucked up in the back,
With books and bags of dried fruit and biscuits,
Pleading to go the Kangaroo Valley way.

Groaning about the cricket -
The ever-present background noise of our lives at Pennant Pde –
A passion closely guarded, despite the lack of companionship in the faith.

Musicals and movies,
Picnics in the park,
Going for a drive with our towel ends flapping out the windows.
Trips to the city to visit your office and the bookshop,
The sound of Mr Whippy in the Botanical Gardens.

Barbecues and prawn cocktail,
The legendary Trappers Stew,
Fried-up onion and corn and mashed potato
All washed down with a huge bowl of icecream for dessert.

The tinkling of the piano on a Sunday afternoon.

So many happy memories of a sunlit childhood,
Sheltered in your love.
Thanks for your generosity
Your patience
Your concern
And your need to share.

I’m proud to be a piece of you.

Powering up with Weetbix

Today the whole of Marianville was abuzz with expectation. Mrs Elisha had made an announcment late yesterday afternoon that breakfast would be served to the whole school this morning at 7am. No explanation, no elaboration. So, all the girls trouped out (after already eating their school-supplied bread and marg/jam) not quite sure what to expect, only to be faced by a big group of red-capped, blue-shirted PAU (Pacific Adventist University) students, all outfitted in Weetbix logos, ready to serve up huge bowlfuls of mixed Sanitariam cereals and milk to everyone.

It's apparently part of a week-long outreach campaign mostly feeding the poor and unfortunate in town - but also as part of an outreach to their local schools (the uni is just up the road) in an effort to share what they have, and recognise that despite being a different "brand" of religion, it's the one God they share with us (!) OLSHers.




It was a really nice gesture, and one that was much appreciated not just by the girls, but also by the staff who were also invited with their families to join in this communion of sorts. There was much excitement as girls lined up ready to be served, and watched each other (and the teachers - and Sr Angela!!) munch away. I couldn't help laughing though as our Vice Captain said a rather lengthy grace, asking God that anything "not of you" in the breakfast be made good for them to eat! As Angela said, it's as though she thought the cereal might be laced with arsenic! Judging by the way they all tucked in I'm sure her prayers were answered - though I think more than one of them wished for a little sugar lacing...

The girls waited paitently in lines, extremely excited for two - well, actually three reasons: 1. FOOD!!!! (probably the only decent breakfast many of them have had in a long time) 2. Meeting a whole bunch of PAU uni students - older girls of course, but also BOYS ... 3. Missing a whole first period class! 

The hungry horde, waiting to be fed...