The Candy Man Can

The Candy Man Can

Often, I’m left feeling like the jungle’s biggest nincompoop. Like today, for instance, when I was walking through the bush behind one of my Iski friends. I miss-stepped and ended up in swamp muck up to my belt loops, while my barefooted friend and his 4-year old kid...
When It Rains, It Pours

When It Rains, It Pours

Normally, I try to keep things more or less upbeat on our little blog. You know, a little sarcasm here, a little tongue-in-cheek comment there, maybe a short anecdote, centered around one of my countless ineptitudes. Sometimes though, stuff comes up in this work that...
The Monotony of Adventure

The Monotony of Adventure

When we were getting ready to come over here to Papua New Guinea and move into our tribe, people were always telling us how exciting and full of adventure our lives were. They acted like we were going to be experiencing something akin to “Indiana Jones and the Temple...
Griffin’s New Tooth

Griffin’s New Tooth

We built a little fire pit under our house a few weeks ago (remember, our house is on stilts varying 8-14 feet off the ground). It’s been a nice way to have some fun, relaxed family time on the weekends, as well as be a teaching opportunity for the boys about fire...
Live To Die Another Day

Live To Die Another Day

The Jungle and I have this little game that we’ve developed. The rules are fairly simple: I in some way insinuate to my wife that I think I’ve finally bug-proofed our house, and then the Jungle responds by unleashing one of its horribly terrifying creatures into our...
The Road (and river) To Humility

The Road (and river) To Humility

Our people think that I am slightly more durable than a porcelain doll, and marginally more athletic than a jumbo-sized marshmallow. Personally, I’d always kind of considered myself as an athletic, outdoorsy person, but after spending these last three days trekking...