We arrived at the little port of Pagwe, on the banks of the Sepik, after a bouncy 4 hour ride in a minibus, broken only by a short stop at a local market for us to buy some fresh produce.\u00a0 At the time, we couldn\u2019t quite work out why we were being encouraged with such enthusiasm to treat ourselves to a (delicious, by the way) young coconut, though this later became clear (see \u201cTuna\u2019n\u2019Noodles\u201d post for further detail).\u00a0 Waiting for us at the dock were our dugout canoe \u2013 all 20 foot of it, hand carved some 50 or more years ago from an exceptionally hard wood which grows locally \u2013 plus our crew for the next few days \u2013 George, Chris and our guide, Josh.\u00a0 Deck chairs having been ceremonially placed in the canoe for us (the crew sat in the bottom of the canoe, but obviously us tourists are special) and our luggage and food supplies loaded, we were off!<\/p>\n
The basic program for our trip was: day one \u2013 stop at some local villages on the main river to check out the spirit houses (more of which later); day two \u2013 head down to Blackwater Lakes, a stunning area upstream from the river and at comparatively high altitude where the style of the villages \u2013 lots of stilts \u2013 is particularly attractive, as is the mountainous background; day three \u2013 head to Chambry Lakes, another scenic area where the fish are so plentiful that as the lakes dry up in summer, it\u2019s just not physically possible to catch them all and the area becomes quite smelly; day four \u2013 return to Pagwe to connect back to Wewak early the next morning.<\/p>\n
So basically, 4 days spent mainly sitting in a remarkable old dugout canoe, watching river life gliding by.\u00a0 Amazing scenery.\u00a0 Hundreds of water birds (ibises, fish eagles).\u00a0 Scores of local people out fishing in their dugouts, all of whom wave at you as you go past \u2013 we felt like the Queen.\u00a0 Then we\u2019d pull into some village somewhere and see what there was to see \u2013 generally, a spirit house or men\u2019s house containing the traditional village cultural things (and some carvings to buy \u2013 yeah!), maybe a health care centre or a waterfall.\u00a0 Return to the canoe and pootle on a bit before coming to a rest in a local village where we\u2019d stay the night. At night, mainly just some relaxing time with the locals (though we did go crocodile hunting the first night \u2013 more exciting than it sounds, the largest we saw was about 18 inches!!).\u00a0 Unbelievably relaxing, and yet the trip, and in particular the way of life of the local people, gave us a huge amount to think about \u2013 we were certainly never bored.<\/p>\n
The comedy part of our trip came from the organizational front \u2013 or rather lack of it.<\/p>\n
We got our first hint of this as we rocked up to the village guesthouse on day one \u2013 only to be chased out again thirty seconds later.\u00a0 The guesthouse had been badly overbooked (all guests of Seby\u2026oops), with 21 people fighting over about 12 rooms \/ bedding piles.\u00a0 Fortunately, we were rescued by Sara, Seby\u2019s sister in law, who carted us off to her house and put us up for the night with only the tiniest of avaricious glances at our food supply box to provide an inkling of an explanation as to this unlooked for generosity.\u00a0 Part of the deal we struck was that any food we didn\u2019t eat would go to her (as would some of the other more random supplies we carried \u2013 2 bottles of curry powder, a couple of boxes of Ziploc bags \u2026 anyone would think the supplies had been provided specifically to address certain village requirements rather than to feed us for 3 days).\u00a0 Actually, whilst it got a bit grating, her continual exclamations as to how lucky we were felt pretty accurate as we chatted around the fire for a couple of hours, listening to the sounds of\u00a0 our fellow tourists haggling over the last sleeping mat.<\/p>\n
Our next hint came via a delegation, led by our guide, Josh, wanting to know what we planned to do over the next few days.\u00a0 The itinerary, so carefully planned with Seby, hadn\u2019t been communicated to him so he had no clue as to what he should be doing.<\/p>\n
This, as it turned out, was exacerbated rather by the fact that Josh had never guided before.\u00a0 He told us this on day 2 \u2013 James asked how long he\u2019d guided before, to which the merry response was \u201cBut I\u2019m not a guide!!\u201d (sub voce: what the hell made you think that??).\u00a0 50 miles from the nearest cell phone signal, we gulped, smiled and accepted it.<\/p>\n
The break though came later that day \u2013 a clear understanding between us and Josh (a) that we knew that he knew that we knew that Seby had totally failed to make any kind of plans whatsoever for us and that as a result, we and Josh were sort of relying on being helped out by random friends and family of Josh and (b) that we didn\u2019t mind a bit \u2013 we were having a fantastic time, a complete adventure, and Josh was an unbelievably good guide \u2013 he is the main tradesman used by his village when they run out of sago and have to trade with other more sago-rich villages downstream, so he knows the river, and most of the people on it, backwards.\u00a0 After which, we all rubbed along together just fine and Josh noticeably relaxed \u2013 to the extent that he was then perfectly happy the next day to act as our supplier for banana homebrew, despite the severe consequences of being found out in that activity by Sara, a committed Seventh Day Adventist (and also someone who was clearly keen that we spend most of our time sleeping and thereby consuming only a minimal amount of our food supply!).<\/p>\n
We had a wonderful time on the river.\u00a0 The mild chaos was oddly part of the charm \u2013 it never interfered with our pleasure and I think in most instances enhanced it.\u00a0 Staying with Sara gave us a real perspective on modern life in the Sepik, that I don\u2019t think we would otherwise have really understood.\u00a0 And Josh, once he\u2019d realized we weren\u2019t going to explode on him, was an entertaining and informative guide to a part of the world he clearly loved.<\/p>\n
Or maybe my hindsight is just coloured by realizing just how fortunate we really were \u2013 another group of Seby\u2019s who we met in Wewak had spent 3 days eating peanut butter and crackers after Seby forgot to restock the boat with food.<\/p>\n
Compared to which, our trip was LUXURY!<\/p>\n\n\t\t