WORK HARD, PLAY HARD

In 1964 I was teaching in Port Moresby, P/NG. I had made a bunch of friends at the Judo Club and on weekends we would go on day trips together. During the week we worked hard and on weekend we played hard. That was the 60's.

This day we went to Idler's Bay. Most of us on our motor scooters but Bob drove his Mini Minor.

 Everyone arrived and it was time for a swim and wash off the road dust.

Charles boils the 'billy' (Oz for a can of water with a handle) for a cup of tea.

It was a small sandy deserted beach with corals on the bottom of the bay. I was sitting there imagining being marooned on a tropical island while Charles was taking a photo of me, when suddenly Graham rushed in behind me and gave me a hug. None of us had romantic relationships we were all just good mates.

While the BBQ was cooking someone turned on their transistor radio and tape recorder and played surfing songs. Del and Bob enjoyed a jive. (Ahhh the 60's) 

Before dark we would kick start the scooters and make our way back to town.

I had a room in Touaguba Women's Hostel. Sometimes I got homesick for my family and hugged my soft toy dog named "Woof Woof". It was actually a pyjama bag. It had a zip up its tummy where I stuffed my jammies. Do you remember pyjama bags, transistor radios and the Beach Boys?