The Land That Time Forgot
Sunday, July 17th, 2005Here 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.
