Start a travel blog Login. This is an old journal, from our trip around the world in , taken from the diary I wrote at the time. Apologies for the poor quality photographs, they are scans of prints taken with a compact camera and images from the scrap book I made afterwards.
I do not sleep well in the night. I must admit I start to panic, worrying about having a chest infection at ft in the Highlands when I struggle to catch my breath here at sea level. I take various tablets, but sleep still eludes me. I am dehydrated too, and down bottle after bottle of water. Steven arrives just as I am in the shop buying post cards and stamps. My logic tells me to buy post cards when I see them as they might not have any where we are going.
The lady in the shop carefully puts the stamps on the cards for me, three on each of the 16 cards. It takes along time and Steven has to wait for us. He is very patient and nothing seems too much trouble. At the airport Steven changes the incorrect return flight tickets from Mount Hagen to Port Moresby, and will contact the office to sort out the section between Tari and Mount Hagen. He will somehow get a message to us in Tari, where there are no telephones.
I have to believe him. We have a baggage allowance of 10 kg each, but the hotel did not have any scales we could check out our bags on this morning. We are certainly getting better at travelling light. In the lounge we meet our fellow travellers, two English girls also going to Ambua Lodge.
There is some confusion at the gate, as two flights are leaving at the same time from the same gate. They probably only have one door leading to the planes. Nobody is there to directs or greet us at the aircraft once we are out on the tarmac; we just have to guess that the plane with the door open is the one we are going on. It is a seater Dash 8 and most of the passengers are locals.
