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An Irish Teacher in Papua New Guinea

An Irish Teacher in Papua New Guinea

Early one morning on my way to Rabaul with my family we did not see even one woman. However, we overtook many men on foot and on bicycles, all moving in the same direction with their bodies naked from the waist up. Each wore a bright red lap-lap or long piece of cloth knotted at the hip to form a skirt. Continue reading

THE TRAWLER

THE TRAWLER

We returned to the naomhóg and next a gib of a crane appeared and lowered several baskets of all kinds of fish into our boat and we had to tell them to stop. Continue reading