FRIENDS ARE FUN

In 1964, after I had been living in Pt Moresby, P/NG for about six months, I had made some nice friends. I had met them at the Judo Club and at Touaguba Hostel where I lived. Many of us owned scooters to get around the town. Someone at Judo suggested we should form a Scooter  Club and go on outings on the weekends. From then on we had some great weekends exploring the beaches, roads and rivers around Pt Moresby. In the next few posts I will be showing you some of the adventures we had.

I can't remember the names of the roads or how long it took but we always ended up at a picnic spot somewhere. This is Brown River picnic area and some of my friends.

 The dare devils like Graham here, swung from  a rope attached to the bridge and plunged into the water. I was a scaredy cat and didn't do it. After a swim, Charles and Bob minded the BBQ.

After lunch we joined in a game of softball before climbing on our scooters to navigate the corrugated, dirt road back to town.

Another time we drove along the coast to Bootless Bay. We saw some locals catching their dinner from a dugout canoe.

The scenery was pretty where the river entered the bay.

Once again the boys found a rope in the trees to swing out into the unknown. Not for me though. No holding back Charles.

Another BBQ lunch and fun games before heading home on our scooters in single file stringing along the rough road with our arms vibrating and our teeth chattering.


When we got back in town in the evening we would buy fish and chips and go to one of our homes and sit on the floor and enjoy tea together. We were all single so we only had small houses to share or rooms in hostels provided by the government or the companies we worked for.