At this point we arrive 'officially' into Papua New Guinea. We arrived on Monday morning and hoisted the yellow pratique declaring that we are free from disease and wish to clear customs. I went ashore to get some money as we didn't have any PNG kina for the customs fee.
The quarantine man, Graeme, stopped me in the street and told me off a bit for coming ashore before being clearing in. I brought him out to the boat and we went through the formalities. The thing that we got caught out was we said we had rubbish to dispose and got stung for 50 kina for a disposal fee. The other trick we knew of was if you say you have things to trade they charge 50 kina duty.
Once this was done we then had to wait for the customs man. He turned up the next day and was happy to stamp our passports on the shore without visiting the boat. They normally expect refreshments but Marcus Blackmore's Belize (Blackmore's pharmaceuticals) was waiting to clear out and I'm sure the quality of refreshments would be higher with them.
We then were able to go ashore and visit the dusty outpost known as Bwagoia. The highlights of the town are the market, a covered set of stands that are 90% betel nut stalls. The occasional banana, tomato, pineapple and paw paw can be bought here. Other things in the market were the bags known as bilums and a 'snake oil' stall.
Other wise the town has a series of trade stores that sell quite a range of items that Louisiader might wish for. The bakery sold excellent bread and mediocre cream buns. We walked up through the town and visited the community school. They were most welcoming and gave us a quick tour of the classrooms. While very basic compared to our schools the professionalism of the teachers and their classroom layouts was very good.
After two days we were ready to move on. Saltaire, with Joe, Jemma and Jomen (nine years old) aboard, came in and from them we learned of an anchorage call Bagga Bagga. This we confused with Ebola at the western end of the island. They left for the anchorage and we followed soon after. After 12 miles we found them tucked in against the coast. There was an open bay pointing to the south west and we came alongside and dropped the anchor in 20-30metres and ran a line to the shore. The back of the boat was in less than 5 metres and the depth sounder reading 15 metres, giving an idea of how steep the bottom was.
The site is beautiful with a waterfall in the distance and village huts scattered around the bay. The rest of the day was taken up with a the girls playing with Jomen and the village kids while Colin rowed back and forward to fill the water tanks. In the evening we had a visit from Hammersley who was on the school board and invited us down to look at the school.
The next morning we awoke for Anna's birthday. She was, as expected, very excited and love the Lego Island software, baby Furby and some Lego.
Outside we heard a man beckoning us. He explained he was the local policeman and wished to visit. He came out and had decided that he would take us to the school. We decided to get going and followed him up to the school. It was a long walk along the coastline passing through many houses and in and out of pretty little bays.
We got to the school to find a well laid out ground with three classrooms. Two of the classrooms and the office were built by Misima Mines who operate a gold mine on the island. The teachers welcomed us (with all the kids hanging out the windows to get a look at us. After a short chat with the teachers we were taken on a tour of each classroom and in each one the teacher explained that the girls do their schoolwork on the boat.
This was the last week of school and they were winding down by preparing for Independence Day on 16 Sept. They asked if we would like to see the dances they had been practicing and they assembled the kids on the grounds. While the dancers put on their traditional dress the rest of the children entertained us with some songs.
There we three dances. The first was a 'shovel dance' where they mimicked the shovel work done when the early gold miners arrived on the island. The next was a 'canoe dance' where two rows of boys paddled the canoe with the girls dancing on the outside. Moving up and down the centre of the canoe was a boy bailing the canoe and showing how much his back ached. At the rear was another boy doing a great job of steering the canoe.
The last dance was a 'spear dance' once again with two rows of boys with girls forming a row on each side. All of them were well done and very light-hearted and comical in presentation. We really enjoyed this and thanked the school for their welcome.
We walked back to the boat and started making preparations for Anna's Birthday when a young man came out and told us there had been an accident - a young girl had a coconut fall on her and they thought her arm was broken. They asked us if we could take her to Bwagoia to the hospital. The community boat didn't have enough fuel we were told so we accepted the request. We motored up to a bay not far from the school and Liz went in by dinghy with instructions that only Mum and Dad could come, else the whole village might take up the chance to go for a ride on our boat.. When saw the little girl we could see this was genuine and soon we were on our way. They were very quiet on the 2 hour trip and when we dropped anchor and took them ashore they were very appreciative.
So back in Bwagoia harbour Liz got on with Anna's birthday cake and the girls played with the new toys. The next day we had the birthday cake for breakfast and went into Bwagoia for the Independence day celebrations. After listening to the local pastor go on and on they then had a another pastor get up and once again go into a full on sermon. This was enough for us. We did see the local teachers sing the national anthem. The flag raising ceremony was cut short when it was discovered someone had stolen the rope from the flagpoles.
We decided to move back to Bagga Bagga. The wind was building from the south-east and when we got there we realised the anchorage was not protected enough. We decided to move on to the Deboyne Islands. This was a hard motor-sail into a stiff south-easter for 15 miles.