Even though there was less to do in Mt. Hagen, it was much more fun than Port Moresby.  For several days I rode around to the several villages nearby taking portraits of unusual people and introducing them to a bicycle.  Occasionally, I would come across someone who spoke English and try to figure out where I could bike to.  It was surprising how no one seemed to know anything about the region.

The Australians were constructing a road to connect a handful of villages, or towns, that were but small unconnected dots on the PNG map.  There weren't many villages shown, but at least they gave me a name to reference and a goal to reach.

There was a restaurant in Mt. Hagen where I ate every meal, but little in the way of provisions for journey out of Mt. Hagen.  After several days, the time was right to move on, though I had only collected a few expensive tins of food, all with very old expiration dates.