Don't livuk!

So I'm back in mighty Kavieng. The river yesterday is called the Mumurum. I pronounced it Mumarung, which means shy. Lots of laughter.

I've just tried unsuccessfully to get Clem's laptop working. We set off at 7am this morning, via a couple of islands including Tsoilik. Tsoilik used to have a supermarket  (the opening of which is described in Moran's book) but it's now closed due to lack of interest. On one island, we had an encounter with a lady named Lucy Cornelius, speaking reasonable English. She is apparently the local mad woman and was holding a knife. Slightly alarming. "Don't livuk"!

I'm staying at the massively over-priced Tropical Family Guesthouse (Rawal) - K176 per night for a small, clean air-conditioned room. I'm currently sitting at Adam and Dani's place on Nusalik - with probably the best view in town.

The humour here is simple and charming - people say things such as "Hanover takeover" or "sports in the village" and consider them hilarious.