Ordinary Life / A Hard Day’s Night

“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.”

Bill Bryson

Tonight presented itself as yet another sequence of ridiculous events. All the Mando teachers took a PMV down to the Bird of Paradise Hotel in Goroka (The only hotel in the Eastern Highlands) for a corporate ‘Ladies Night’ event. The hotel was pretty basic, to say the least, but after just two weeks here I was amazed at how much of a treat it seemed to have clean(ish) floors and running water in a bathroom. It seemed completely surreal. Anyway, after a couple of beers all of the ladies were pretty drunk so I retreated to the room where Margaret’s nephew was staying to watch TV. However, that didn’t last very long as he was clearly very drunk himself and was slurring his way through a one sided conversation whilst I tried to watch James Bond.
When I ventured back downstairs at around 12:00 when the PMV should had arrived to pick us up I found the room full of women around mum’s age grinding against each other, smashing glasses, vomiting and passing out around the room. It was like watching a group of young teenagers who’ve just ventured out into the mean world of alcohol.
To cut a long story short the group stayed on until the event closed, keeping the PMV driver waiting outside in his bus for over two hours. Margaret had been sick and was passed out on one of the sofas (this is the 50 year old lady responsible for my safety) so we had to leave her in a room at the hotel and come back without her. I have plenty of steam to let off as far as Margaret is concerned. Be warned: a rant may soon follow, depending on how easy I find it to get to sleep in a hut with no lock by myself (and, of course whether the internet holds out for more than half a minute – unlikely).