Flying north on my way to visit my Uncle Arnie in Madang,
Papua New Guinea, I stopped to change planes in the country’s capital, Port
Moresby. Telling an Aussie you’re going
to PNG is like telling an American you’re on your way to Honduras. And Moresby is the reason why.
The city’s high crime rate has it frequently listed as among
the most dangerous cities in the world.
In this year’s rankings by The Economist, Moresby came in as the 3rd least liveable city in the
world, behind Damascus and Dhaka. I
hasten to mention, however, that Baghdad, Kabul, and Monrovia were apparently
not included, so Moresby cannot be worse than 6th. The
Economist did rank both Karachi, Pakistan & Tripoli, Libya as more liveable than Moresby, though, so
that did cause me some concern.
The travel doctor I saw in Sydney to get some anti-malarial
tablets told me about how a buddy of his had been a resident physician in
Moresby in the early '90s. At least then,
the city’s nightclubs were only open in the day, because it wasn’t safe at
night. To create the nightclub
experience, they blacked out the windows.
Other Aussies will have other stories – the Aussie media makes Moresby
sound like the Seventh Circle of Hell.
Representative examples are here and here.
I would never seek out Moresby or suggest it as a
destination. For starters, PNG doesn’t
really have a tourism infrastructure (only 5,000 Americans even came to the
country in all of 2013), and if you are coming here, you will want to see the
Highlands (that’s the New Guinea you know from National Geographic) or the
islands or coastal towns like Madang with beaches -- which are more peaceful, less crowded, and just all-around more pleasant. But since I had to be in Moresby anyway to
get to Madang, and I was faced with a 4-hour layover in a really dismal
airport, I hired a driver in advance of my arrival to take me around town. And I had to pay a
not-insubstantial sum for his driving/guiding/bodyguarding (?) services.
I had a few requested destinations. The first was a store I saw featured in The New York Times called PNG Arts. It’s basically a large tin roof building
that, from the outside, looks like it was a car repair shop that went out of
business about 20 years ago (though in fairness, much of Moresby looks like
that right now – though that’s changing).
Inside is a collection of tribal art and artifacts that could be a
museum exhibition in the West all on its own.
I was expecting high prices – all I knew about PNG’s economy at this
point was how much I was paying for my driver/guide/bodyguard. The pieces, however, were amazingly
inexpensive. I bought a mask for 42 kina
– less than $20. Large pieces could be
bought for as little as $100, US.
Getting it shipped back might be an ordeal, but there were bargains to
be had.
PNG Arts, Port Moresby. |
On the inside. I purchased one of the masks hanging on the far wall. |
My next request was to see the Parliament House. It’s a really striking building – with the
front meant to resemble a village’s “spirit house” (i.e., a sacred temple-like structure in the old days). The area around the Parliament is not
supposed to be the safest part of town, and I noticed that my guide was a
pretty fast walker, despite weighing almost twice as much as me. The Parliament is not usually open, but for
some reason, it was when we showed up, even though no one seemed to be there
other than the security guards. We
strolled in and had the place to ourselves (well, I couldn’t walk on to the
floor of the chamber, but could go right into the Visitor’s Gallery). Unfortunately, I could not take pictures of
the chamber itself, but you can see that here.
The front of Parliament House. |
We drove around town and my driver/guide/bodyguard? showed
me the neighborhood where the ex-pats (largely Australian) live behind a lot of
high fences and barbed wire. He said
some Papuans live in that neighborhood too, but they were public servants who
had made money off of the nation’s recent resource boom and then spent the
income on a nice house in Moresby rather than on their constituents.
Speaking of which, there is a lot of construction in
Moresby. The Chinese are here, with the
Japanese and Exxon not too far behind, in the race for the country’s recently
found oil and mineral wealth. There is
evidence everywhere, including a nice apartment building going up with a sales
office’s signs in Chinese. We came upon
one police roadblock in the city and my driver/guide/bodyguard? explained that
they were just looking for expired plates, but that the police would target
Chinese people. I gathered that there’s
a little bad blood here generated from the popular conception that the Chinese
are taking the nation’s wealth. Combine
that with an entrepreneurial police force, and the cycle of bribery continues.
And I’m getting ahead of myself, but while I’m on the topic,
far and away the nicest building in Madang is the office of a Chinese nickel concern. It’s a building that would look completely at
home in Chicago (despite being only about 5 or 6 stories tall), but in Madang,
I would do a double-take every time I passed by.
Anyway, apart from the ex-pat zone and the downtown, there
is a lot of poverty in Moresby. That
said, I never felt unsafe (my tour was from about 12:45 PM to 3:30 PM). We did pass by one burned-out hulk of a car
on the side of the road and it was explained to me that you should never
abandon your vehicle on the road, because it will be stripped for parts and set
afire. Good to know.
I left very glad that I had seen Port Moresby. Since I was there anyway, I think there's nothing more worthwhile than getting out of the airport & seeing how people really live. And as long as you do your homework and have a trusted local helping you out, I think it's fine. I will leave the alarmism for the alarmists.
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