Living and Travel in Papua New Guinea

View from a hiking trail about 20km outside of the city

Coastal indigenous people, performing at a ‘Sing Sing’

Our friend and sometimes travel companion Oke Millet, a Canadian now living in Santiago, writes about working in Papua New Guinea. We look forward to more stories of his adventures around the world!

Earlier this year, I got an incredible opportunity to work with the Government of Papua New Guinea. At the time, I knew very little about living and working in Papua New Guinea, although the country had long been on my list of places I was eager to visit.  Reading a number of science books that discussed the incredible cultural diversity of PNG, in particular Jared Diamond’s work in PNG had made a visit here a bucket list item for me.  Once the contracting was sorted out, I jumped on a plane from Santiago, Chile to Port Moresby, PNG (well, several planes to be precise) to begin this amazing chapter.

If you’re planning on visiting PNG as a tourist, the first piece of advice I have to offer you, is to save your shekels. This country is experiencing economic inflation unlike anything I’ve witnessed previously in any developing country. A combination of an influx of aid workers as well as massive oil, natural gas & mining development means that prices are absolutely ridiculous. For example, when I arrived, the cheapest hotel I could find (that was reasonably comfortable) was $375 USD a night. And this was FAR from a 5-star property. Renting a house was not hard to arrange, but even there, I pay $6500 USD a month for a two-bedroom, two-bath steel pre-fabricated house, located close to the office.  (I sublet the second bedroom to offset some of the expense.)

Youngsters performing at a local craft market. These people are one of the more coastal tribes

The cost of living here is atrocious. Internet service is doled out by the MB of download – about 20 cents US per MB.  To quantify this, if I wanted to download a 700MB movie, it would cost $140. If Hollywood ever wants to shut down BitTorrent, all they have to do is convince ISPs to price-fix like they do here.  Other benchmarks: Fresh produce is almost exclusively imported from Australia and flown in by air. So I pay about $8 a pound for broccoli, $5 for a small head of lettuce, and so on. A pot of jam recently cost me $8, and I’m not talking some homemade specialty product. I’m talking dollar store discount brand, which may have had a strawberry wafted over a pot of bubbling pectin & red dye.

Sellers of Betel Nuts on my walking route to the office. I didn’t have the heart to tell them about the NHL strike, nor that their team sucks

Beer & alcohol are priced on par, or perhaps a bit higher than what I would pay in Canada. A case of 24 beers is about $50. Wines start at about $15 a bottle, $20 and up for anything I would deign to ingest.  Spirits are around $80 – $100 a bottle for brand names, although there are some local firewaters that are much less (I haven’t tried them).

As for the city of Port Moresby itself, there isn’t much to say other than spend a night here to get over your jet lag, and move along.  It is the government and trade capital, but there is little to see or do here.  The beaches themselves are polluted: Ela Beach is cheekily called ‘Cholera Beach’ as the settlement homes just dump their untreated sewage into the bay. The city has a bad reputation for criminal activity – muggings & car jackings – however I’m rather cynical about this. I find the city’s residents to be by and large friendly and accommodating.  I take similar precautions as I would when travelling in any urban center. I don’t flash around money, I don’t wear any bling (not even a wedding band or a watch) or sport fancy electronics, and I keep a low profile. I also don’t drive around in a swanky car, preferring to use my legs or a Toyota taxi. Unfortunately, a number of the aid projects and foreign mining companies are engaging out of work Afghanistan/Iraq security services, which means you see aggressive driving on the roads, and a proliferation of weapons on the streets, often in the hands of steroid-monkey ex-military goons.  It is most unnecessary. Almost none of the crime in PNG is violent, and certainly there are no terrorist types of incidents where an armed guard could be of any use to you. I much prefer my more practical approach to personal security, although it does result in some head shaking and tut-tutting on the part of some of my colleagues.

Eastern Highlanders, looking rather scary marching towards the ‘Sing Sing’ grounds.

The climate is tropical and pleasant, if not a bit overwhelming at times. One side of the island tends to get buffeted by winds, and rainfall is common October through February. The city itself is quite green, with lots of tropical flowers in bloom. The University botanical garden is definitely worth a visit while in Moresby – nicely maintained, and several displays of animals to boot.

One of the famous ‘Mudmen’ of PNG

Travelling outside of Moresby, even just 10 miles or so, and one feels instantly like you are travelling on a National Geographic expedition. Going for a hike in Varirata National Park, or visiting one of my co-workers home villages on the weekend, are exciting opportunities to observe interesting landscapes, see all sorts of unusual plants, animals and fish, and to generally have a fascinating cultural experience. PNG is a Scuba divers Mecca.  While I haven’t been, I have dove extensively in Indonesia and East Timor, so I assume it is as equally stunning here if not more so. There are apparently whale sharks from time to time, if you are particularly fortunate.

Hornbills in an enclosure at the POM Botanical Garden. They like to play ‘fetch’

If you get the chance to observe a ‘Sing-Sing’ you must absolutely seize the opportunity. PNG is one of the most diverse countries in the world, with pockets of ‘tribes’ who have had little contact with the outside world. There are apparently over 800 languages spoken in this country of some 6 million people, a mind-boggling fact.  In speaking with many of my colleagues, I am surprised to learn that there are few similarities between many of these languages. It is not uncommon for villages a few miles apart to have languages that are completely unrelated. At a ‘Sing-Sing’ representatives from these various tribes will danceand sing according to their traditions, which are as varied, interesting and dramatic as the Papua New Guineans themselves.

Sunset from my deck, overlooking the water in Port Moresby

Since I am here for work, and not pleasure, I have yet to have an opportunity to travel to more remote locations in the country. I hope to visit places like Mt. Hagen, New Britain, Bougainville and Lae in the months ahead, and I will share those experiences here. For the adventuresome, Papua New Guinea awaits!

Other articles on PNG by same author:

Hashing in Papua New Guinea

Buying a Car in Papua New Guinea
Weekends Relaxing in Papua New Guinea
My First Betel Nut

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20 replies

  1. The view from you deck at night…oh my. Just wonderful. And I think you need a mudmen mask for your home. Heck I think we all need one! The photography was also so delightful.

  2. Thanks for sharing. It is my first time to read something about Papua New Guinea 🙂

  3. Really nice comments on a place I really enjoyed for my limited time in Madang. Especially appreciate the comments on the people, who I remember as being extremely friendly and curious. Let’s hear some more!

  4. Thanks, I haven’t read about PNG either and welcome your posts. Keep them coming. I am sure I would love to visit the University botanical garden and get some amazing flowers. Write about the temperatures too.

    The prices were amazing, love how you related them to things we could all understand.

    I’ve completely forgotten that my Father in WWII was stationed here and in these islands, If you get to visit and write about only one more place, make it Bouganville. My father was there the longest and I’ve always loved Bouganville the plant, I’m wondering how prolific it is on the island. Or is it like peaches in Atlanta (only street names, no more plants)

    Also one more thing, still thinking about my father’s time there, is there any imprint left on the islands concerning the War on the Pacific? (and no, I’m not talking about you looking to see if there are any 70 year olds that look like me wandering around. LOL) I still have the book that was issued to him by the Navy warning the service men about the dangers of the island, must find that and re-read it soon.

  5. Oh one more thing. Everyone that has the opportunity, check out the Wikipedia pages of the places your visiting. They may need updated (or even their first) pictures. We rely on people just like you all to take the time to upload those images to Wikimedia Commons so editors like myself can put them up.

  6. In your caption, I quote “Eastern Highlanders, looking rather scary marching toward the ‘sing sing’ grounds'” I’d like to correct you.They are Western Highlanders and not Eastern Highlanders. If you would like to post information about Papua New Guinea hence educating people about the country; I believe what you publish should be accurate so that people are properly informed about this Country.


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