Saturday, August 22, 2009

Getting home

This trip was not supposed to include an aerial tour of northern Australia, but it seems only fitting that this story have one more chapter.

As instructed, I arrived at Moresby Airport at 6AM to find out if and when I was going to get home. The customer service desk was dark, and the only people to be seen were security guards and a few other unfortunate travelers in pursuit of solutions. So, we waited.
There's not much going on at the Port Moresby airport, especially at this time of day. So, when a large, angy man stormed into the airport yelling and waving his hands, it was a bit of a surprise. He was yelling in a language that I didn't understand and was looking (and walking) in my direction. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Airport security stood and watched. The woman standing behind me, I would learn, was his wife. The half naked man and his wife proceeded to carry out their domestic dispute in public - with him physically intimidating her every time she spoke. Security stood around and did nothing. And, so did I.

The customer service desk finally opened at sometime after 7AM. I can't be sure of the exact time, since the airport clocks would only agree within about a half hour of each other. By some miracle (very likely someone else's misfortune), a spot became available to travel to Singapore today. The catch - I would need to travel to Australia first, then stand by for a flight to Singapore. By now intimately familiar with the airports of Papua New Guinea, I jumped at the opportunity for a new venue.

12 hours and two Australian cities later, I arrived home to Singapore. The moral of the story is that if you are traveling to PNG, you should travel with time.


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