I was actually afraid of making a transit in Papua New Guinea. I have read about road crimes, security guards being knock-out by thieves at night, malaria, and other things that apparently makes PNG a dangerous place in South Pacific. I have heard some of my crew mates telling stories about people throwing rocks on taxis, people roaming around the city with their bolos and cannibals in the mountains. I have had so much of those stories that it somehow instilled fear on me, and I almost choose to stay in the hotel until our flight back to Manila despite our two-day stay and my plans of doing few sight-seeing in Port Moresby.
Mainit ang panahon noon tulad ng nararanasan ko ngayon. Malakas lang maka-throwbackang hanging umiihip kahit nasa dagat. Kahit na hindi ko na makuhang makinig sa huni ng duli-duli sa may punong dapdap o sumapa ng buto ng kakaw o makakita ng mga batang gustong-gusto nang magpatuli, mananatili sa alaala ko ang mga pangyayari noon. Sa panahong nakakapaso at tirik ang araw sa tag-init. Comic strips above by Manix Abrera, from Inquirer Comics Facebook Page.