Elad’s blog

Finding new lifters to join me proved to be easier than I thought - one day after arriving at Australia, I went to the road again, this time with three girls in the car: Hadas from Kfar-Saba, and Anne and Krista from the Netherlands.

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A thousand times more beautiful, interesting, challenging a rewarding than Australia’s east-coast. Papua-New-Guienea is certainly one of the highlights of my journey thus far. This post is just a few advices I can give to anybody who plans to go there. Call me directly for more.

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Following the success of my PNG travel thus far, I decided that the capital, Port Moresby, is safe enough for a visit after all. Thus, I changed my flight plan and got one day at Moresby, where I spent 9 jolly good hours with a local family that I met on the plane.

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The first thing that strikes you at Madang is the birds. Specifically, the lack of any. And to be precise, the bats.
The city is just full of bats. During the day they sleep on the trees (which makes all the trees look like huge bat colonies) and during the morning and evening hours they fly to the jungle to feed, which causes the sky to be filled with huge herds of bats, very clearly visible in the dim evening light.

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Here is a small tragedy that happened in Lae’s Rainforest Habitat, a really cute little zoo thingy. A few months ago their mail tree-kangaroo felt thirsty. It went down to the pool, leaned to drink, and got instantly decapitated by the massive crocodile that lurks this pool. This is the main reason that on my tour of the place, I only got to see the poor widow and the small child it left after him. I did, of course, see the fat and fatal crocodile.

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This post describes my adventures at Rabaul - the volcanic center of PNG. It covers my impression from this dust-covered place, the mask festival, the volcanoes, and some pretty wonderful dives. I write it just before picking the flight to Lae, from where I plan to continue over to Madang - my last destination on PNG. It is also composed of notes I wrote over a few days in my notebook.

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Here are a few extracts from my notes, as written during my first week at PNG . These notes describe my journey in PNG’s highland areas, and my journey on the boat till I reached Rabaul, where the mask festival took place. The festival itself - as the rest of my adventures here at Rabaul - will be covered elsewhere. I am now in Rabaul, where I finally have internet (though extremely expensive); I will probably stay here two more days (tomorrow I dive, the day after tomorrow I hope to fly), and than head to Madang for the last part of my PNG adventure.

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It is always useful to keep a doctor at home.

Yesterday I got sick. Just a flue, but in a bad timing: I really want to be healthy in my little PNG adventure. So I called home, and my father told me just what medicine to take (I carry enough antibiotics to kill a small herd of elephants) and indeed today I feel much better.

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North Australia’s climate is supposed to be tropical, which means there is a ‘dry’ season (right now) and a ‘wet’ season. These definitions, however, are just general rules; So of course when I go to dive, it is rainy.

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Consider a tree.

Most people highly underestimate what a complex lifeform a large tree is. Just think how it can survive dry seasons that last months without drinking water (compare to how much you can last without water); or how it can stand the changing weather conditions and continue growing day and night, year after year, in the most harsh environments.

The skyrail tour between Cairns and Kuranda gives you a whole new perspective about trees.

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