Watching the sunset over the Eastern Highlands from the deck of the Haven, glass of wine in hand. Life in PNG is good.

Apparently Titanic is the second-most popular movie in PNG and it's been on TV three times since I've been here...

Braved the Goroka shops solo today. Pathetic that this is considered an achievement.

So it would seem that all the female expats frequent the gym at the National Sports Institute (probably because it's the safest place to exercise). Also, my gluts are killing me. 

Fun times with Charlie, Emma & Verena over a Sunday roast.

Thank you Penelope-the-chicken-who-was-bought-at-the-market-on-Friday-sat-in-our-laundry-tub-for-a-couple-of-hours-before-being-killed-and-plucked-by-our-house-meri; you were delicious!

I'm always fascinated by people who work in another country who only socialise with fellow expats (tonight's party being the prime example). Seems a bit pointless to me. How are you supposed to fully immerse yourself in a different culture if you pretty much do exactly what you do back home?

Got free membership to the National Sports Institute gym today... wonder how long it will take me to get fit again?