Boarding a full plane in Melbourne for Papua New Guinea, a lot of People were going there so what was the big deal.  Arriving however, only three of us got off, as the rest continued onward to Manila.  Perhaps, I should of taken that as an omen of what my next couple of months would be. 

From the airport in dusty Port Moresby it was just a short bike ride into town.  My first impression was not good.  I would eventually discover, PNG is not a country of cheap hotels and restaurants.   No real urban culture has developed, so street life and night life are virtually non-existent.  Port Moresby has a few exceptions to this rule, but none of them were really that pleasant.  But never judge a country by its capital!