actually I never dream of being in PNG. I was in duty in West Papua Indonesia, I passed by the borderline between PNG and Indonesia. From the top of the hill in borderline ( I forgot the name) , I saw a very beautiful beach, clean blue water, then I decided to enter the immigration..going to Vanimo...

Stayed mostly with my Dad in Rabaul but also stayed a couple of days with my brother in the boondocks. I forgot the name of the village where the school he was teaching in was located. Beaches were okay but was really fascinated by the the military equipment left by the Japanese during World War II

I don't know the exact dates because it was a long time ago,but I loved it at the time. I often dream about going back but I haven't.