I got on
the flight. The aircraft was a tad sketchy and had the front half of the
passenger section taken out for a rigged up cargo hold (all supplies to Wamena
are flown in).
The airport was basic but still decades ahead of any PNG airport I saw. I went
in, got my Suran Jalat signed by the police. I found a guide and negotiated a
price. It was quite high and while his guide fee was reasonable, his prices for
food, hotels and transport was way beyond what it actually cost. So I
negotiated to pay him his fees and then would pay for everything that was
needed, at cost. This ended up cutting my costs in over half.
So after it was negotiated, he calls another man over to be my guide as he was unable. I left my belongings (locked with nothing of real value to him) with him through the hotel he works through and then went off with the other guide, Penius. Quite the ironic name as you will soon see.
Ralf Kreuze (to be continued)
So after it was negotiated, he calls another man over to be my guide as he was unable. I left my belongings (locked with nothing of real value to him) with him through the hotel he works through and then went off with the other guide, Penius. Quite the ironic name as you will soon see.
Ralf Kreuze (to be continued)
