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...
First Day of School

First Day of School

We had the first Iski-language literacy class the other day! The school day started out like you might expect, everyone smiling and excited, all the students dressed in their best clothes, and the entire population of our village lined up in the “town square” to shake...
Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda

Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda

Dear Mom and Dad, I wanted to write you a heartfelt e-mail, letting you know that we made it back into the tribe, but I also really needed to get a blog post out before the weekend is over. Being as I am on the cusp of death as I type, I don’t think I’ll have time to...
A Noticeable Contrast

A Noticeable Contrast

Comparing life in the bush with life back in one’s home country is generally an unwise and unhelpful thing to do. The comparison will always be biased towards the culture and living situation of your home, and it can sometimes cause one to feel a slight amount of...