COUNTRY WHERE ran only thieves, and drink only the driver (the ending part 2) Waking up early in the morning, we met with relatives of Howard, and they showed us their village. The most interesting of these villages were the walls and deep trenches, which were among them. All this was built primarily for defensive purposes, and that the enemy could not see what is happening inside the village. I saw a wall height of three meters, but they were there, and five and even six-meter wall. In this village there were more people in traditional costumes, than in all other places that I visited. Several residents offered to conduct us to the main market. This market is about an hour's walk from the Taree and was very curious place. He is like and is located literally in the open field, but on the other hand, is full of people who sell all sorts of vegetables. I took a few pictures old men in national costumes. Most of all I liked the sweet potatoes cooked in Mumu. Mumu - this is such a wave of hot stones. First, lay down on the ground leaves, then a series of stones, warmed by a fire. They spread a variety of vegetables, sometimes meat. They, in turn, placed hot stones and leaves. All that is left for 5-6 hours, and eventually obtained a delicious dish! Another breakdown We caught ride to (it was a truck with wooden seats in the back) and went back to dinner at the Taree, but when the driver learned that his car was going Masta (the so-called whites in rural areas), he insisted that I rode in the cabin with him. I had to dismount and walk to the cabin. On the way, I nearly knocked down pretty screwed up guy who fell out from somewhere in the almost empty cardboard boxes of beer. When I climbed on the middle seat, I was welcomed by an enthusiastic driver and his equally joyous one. They obviously have missed out on one and not even going to throw this occupation, according to the battery empty beer bottles next to the gearshift lever and a bank of cola mixed with "jungle juice" (it's a brew, made out of pineapples, bananas, and he was very strong). I casually asked whether I need to fasten a seat belt. They both laughed, and the driver leaned over, picked up a bottle of beer and skillfully opened the buckle belt that hung idly by his side. Treating me a beer, he said: "The police do not issue" - and smiled broadly. These guys exuded friendliness, but still I could not help but worry for all those who rode with us in this crowded bar on wheels. Ironically, the very thing that the passengers were many, was their salvation, as the truck barely crawling along the hilly road, only occasionally picking up speed above 60 km / h. For a couple of beers I was talking with the driver and his friend and learned that in Papua New Guinea drink driving - this is the norm, and drivers often drink to the time passes quickly, and not to fall asleep by accident. The trip has stood out interesting, but I must admit that I was glad to get to Taree and safeties, so goodbye to alcoholics, staying in a wonderful mood. At night we stayed near the airport, in the countryside, where Howard had been friends. I was invited to the owner of the house to socialize with other men. Here they had fun, trying on me different national headdress of feathers cassowary. National dress On the following morning we boarded a bus to Hagen and along the way tell each other stories, sometimes only briefly interrupting their local music and sermons, as it was Sunday. One time we stayed until the driver bought cooked couscous in one of the hunters. Bringing it into the bus, he is proud cut "kuskusovuyu" leg and gave me. "Couscous he likes?" I planned to commit in Papua New Guinea some difficult transition, and Howard told me to climb the highest mountain in the country for one day, though usually on an ascent takes four days. Such an offer I could not refuse. The next day, however, because of bad roads and repeated punctures tires we got to the foot of the mountain just when beginning to darken. Though trying to aggravate and so not a simple situation as soon as we got out of the car, it started to rain. I'm with him there was only one pair of shoes, so I decided to reserve it for climbing the mountain. In general, I went on a steep trail, which quickly began to turn in the river, barefoot, carrying a backpack under an umbrella, which I borrowed, and lighting his way mobile phone instead of a flashlight. Four hours later we reached the camp, which lies at the foot of the mountain. I warmed the frozen legs of a small fire, and then we tried as best as possible to dry their clothes. Unfortunately, in the hour of the night still was rain, so we had to abandon attempts to climb. But this morning we were able to enjoy the stunning views of the lake, which connected the large waterfall. We had to descend into the valley, and here again loaded the rain. It was a nice adventure and quite complicated, but next time I will try to conquer this mountain. Just have to do so in the dry season and to bring a pair of waterproof boots. Falls last stop in Papua New Guinea, I have done in Madang, a town on the northern coast. When they reached the city after a total of 55 hours spent on public transport, where there is always something going on, I was happy to finally say goodbye to the buses. Madang was the most touristic town in Papua New Guinea, so I was slightly surprised when, after a 10-day voyages around the country suddenly I met the first foreign tourist. They had a whole group. They roamed appreciatively on the local market for their two guides, trying to keep each other so closely that it was similar to the attraction "roller coaster". I could not help smiling when I remembered all that I have been fortunate to learn and see over the past two weeks. Passing tourists, I made a very serious face and nodded to them in greeting. Start material:
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