From all the information that I could find, there were only two places to obtain the necessary visa to enter Papua New Guinea: the Philippines and Australia.  Having spent 6 months already in the Philippines, I chose to fly to Australia, via New Zealand and wait for the driest time of the year to make the journey.  Cyclists do not enjoy rain.

Cycling New Zealand was a blast, such a scenic country, and following the coast of Australia on a bike was too.

The small PNG Counsel office in Sydney had practically no info to offer, and other than issuing visas, there was no sign of any other activity.  It appeared as if I was their only customer that day.  Mentioning I was going there to cycle around, the Counselor scratched his head and just said, "Good Luck", taking my visa fee.

A friend of mine named this photo years ago and ever since the name has stuck. I apologize for giving people unkind names. I know that isn't nice, and try not to, but sometimes names stick.  - 1989