Papua Highlands 11 Boy could he scream!!

 Then the path we were on headed down slowly to the riverside for some time. We got to another bridge, except this one was much better built with proper supports. We crossed and found ourselves on the road again.

We headed back to the place with the bemo. We caught a bemo and on the bus there was a boy, about 4 years old. It was his first time in a vehicle, nevermind a crowded bemo.
Boy could he scream. He clearly was rattled by the whole experience and for the next 20 hours (at least that's what it felt like) he screamed on and on, with only a 1-2 second respite to get more breath. At first it was all rather funny, and the whole bemo was laughing as the kid threw tantrum after tantrum while his parents tried to calm him amid their laughing. But after over an hour of this, everyone was tired of it to say the least and the other small children were on the verge of crying over the rather traumatic experience.
Finally we got to  Wamena (longest short ride I've ever taken). My ears were still ringing. We headed back to town, I bought a mask and a traditional stone axe (still used to get sago). Penius joked that the next party in Canada I shoud go wearing nothing but the koteka, mask and holding the axe.
I got my stuff from the hotel, had a much needed shower, checked into the airport and managed to get on an earlier flight.
Ralf Kreuze