Papua New Guinea

There are times, still, if it’s quiet enough, if I am pensive enough that I can close my eyes and I am back down there…

South of the equator; in the little latitudes, watching “o sun e red, e go down long ples long mi.” A place where the fruit bats circle at sunset around the giant rainforest trees tied up with liana. A place where the cool morning air is filled with the bouquet of frangipani, bougainvillea and salt air. In the evening, as the heat and humidity slowly fade, the air is filled with the fibrous aroma of freshly scraped coconut, the slight acidic bite of garden fresh pineapple or the citric spray of moli over papaya or the tang of a freshly picked guava. Continue reading