COUNTRY WHERE ran only thieves, and drink only the driver Joel Meadows, England in front of our bus abruptly stopped a car with young people who started shouting at those who came out briefly to breathe the air. All quickly ran to the bus, and shoving began to climb inside. I turned to my companion, Howard, and heard how he cried out: "Tribal War" - and began to adjust me so I climbed into the bus. Everyone was on edge. The windows were tightly closed. We continued to move toward the nearest village. A few hundred meters, we saw a group of sullen men, which is something waiting at the curb. In his hands were machetes, and people were smeared with black paint. Thank God for us, they did not pay any attention, and our bus crawled cautiously by not letting us forget about that place for the next stop, we have chosen more carefully. New friends for the first time all these tribal differences, I learned more in the city of Port Moresby. There's a local newspaper I read about how 11 people were killed during a dispute over land ownership, and about another recent event, which also claimed several lives. It all began with an exchange of obscene SMS-kami. Almost all of these clashes occurred in the Highlands provinces, where both times I was going to spend most of his two-week stay in Papua New Guinea. Roads to the city center, I began searching for places where they could stay. After a brief - and futile - search, I met a guy named Vic. More precisely, he's approached me and asked if he had anything to help me. In short, Vick was a great guy, and I finally enjoyed the hospitality at his home in Port Moresby and his relatives in the cities of Lae and Mount Hagen. In Port Moresby, I went to the botanical garden, where for the first time in my life saw a tree kangaroos, birds of paradise and cassowary (a large flightless bird, ca. Perevi.). My family in Port Moresby Lae relatives Vikaya accompanied me to the mountains, where they could bathe in a river. Then we played touch rugby (a form of rugby where the grips are replaced by hard to the touch, approx. Perevi.) Directly on the sand, but in a break drank coconut juice straight from the fruit itself. Woody kangaroo We also visited the Reserve Rainforest Habitat, where I saw the couscous (a nocturnal marsupial, approx. Perevi.) Ridginess and crocodiles. Within the reserve is also an old military cemetery of World War II, where hundreds of Australian soldiers are buried. Cassowary In Lae I sat down on a night bus and went deep into the province of Western Highlands, the city of Mount Hagen. Buses that go to the Highlands, form a kind of "escort" convoys. They say this in order to ward off bandits, who on this stretch of road abound, though, it seems to me that this is not the case. Drivers perceive the whole convoy, as a kind of race, and rush like mad, had done the unthinkable maneuvers, while being careful not to hit the pothole the size of a swimming pool. In this case, passengers are actively involved in this process, rejoicing and shouting, when it is possible to overtake a competitor! I am a little troubled conscience, because I overloaded bus their belongings, when all the details of cabin began to moan and groan while trying to overtake on the rise with a slope of 10%! And when I began to think more of this bus will not sustain the pace, the race ended as mysteriously as begun. Passengers began to say that the bridge was destroyed by flood, and we have to go back to Lae. Our driver, these "rumors" are not scared and we continued our way. When they reached the bridge, we were convinced that part of it was washed off with water. Local residents were ready for our arrival - instead of missing spans were placed large trees, in the end for a small fee we have successfully flown on the other side. An hour later we arrived at the landslide area and again paid the local "entrepreneurs" that they were removed from the road the land and trees. As you can imagine, I got to Mount Hagen at seven o'clock in the morning completely exhausted and was very glad that I was warmly welcomed relatives Vikaya. Water lily in Hagen, I took long walks in the countryside, talking to people and trying to learn more about their culture and causes of tribal wars. All this time I was accompanied by a guy named Howard, and despite the fact that he was only 21 years, he often told me about his involvement in the clashes and the causes of these useless wars. When he started too detailed to go into detail, recalling how his legs hacked with an ax to cripple their opponents, I began to feel ill at ease, but when Howard offered to go with me to the village of Tari as protection, I gladly accepted. It was hard to imagine a more appropriate guide! Bay Lae The next morning we found a bus to Taree, and were about to be sent, as I accidentally found out that there are no banks. Not wanting to delay the bus, I jumped through the rear window and ran to the ATM to withdraw some cash. People looked at me with wondering eyes, and a couple of people even asked: "Are you okay, a white man?" Australian war cemetery Howard, who had to catch up with me, said that in Papua New Guinea run only thieves, so if you run through the city , people chase you and, eventually, get caught! Laughed at it on the way to the bus, we took our seats and went on a trip, which, as it later turned out, lasted 13 hours because of breakdowns, bad roads and the already mentioned collision tribes. Having reached Tari at eight o'clock in the evening, we realized that the search for relatives of Howard's too late, so we walked a few kilometers to the nearest village where I was the first time since his arrival in Papua New Guinea has paid for a hotel room. Deadline for material:
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