Mindima Firemaking Group The tribes of the Papuan New Guinea Highlands are a diverse lot – with numerous different languages and cultural expressions.
Papua New Guinea is a remote and rugged country that was untouched by foreign influences for a very long time. Its jungle-clad mountains and wild river valleys are home to one of the most culturally and linguistically diverse populations in the world. For a long time, outsiders thought the Highlands region was unpopulated, and international missionaries, mining interests, and anthropologists made almost no inroads into the interior until well into the 20th century.
Almost 40% of Papua New Guinea’s 7 million people (July 2020 est.) live below the poverty line. Although agriculture still provides a subsistence livelihood for 75% of the population, it is considered to be one of the poorest countries in the Asia Pacific region. Nearly two-thirds of the county’s export earnings come from mineral deposits developed since the 1970s, but the resultant economic boom has not trickled down into local communities.
So, the growing tourism and hospitality sector provides some hope for distinctive tribal communities who want to preserve their cultural heritage into the future while gaining access to economic boons.
Sing sings, gatherings of neighbouring Papua New Guinean tribes or villages to share their distinct culture, dance, and music, have long been a feature in the country, and have resulted in a welcome mitigation of traditional inter-tribal warfare. In recent years, these festivals have been more actively marketed to tourists, contributing to local income and an ongoing pride in culture and heritage.
But, this is not without its own difficulties: some of the more distinctive and popular groups are, in effect, fighting a “trademark” battle over their own traditional costumes. The image of the Asaro mudmen from the Eastern Highlands Province, for example, has often been used in advertising and popular culture without the consent of the originating community. And, much to the dismay of Asaro families, in the neighbouring Simbu (Chimbu) Province, mudmen designed there have been incorporated into local tourist demonstrations (see: The Asaro Mudmen: Local Property, Public Culture?). The Chimbu, or Simbu, are credited with originating the zombie-like skeleton men (see: Skeleton Men) – but these unique creations have also migrated outside the region of their origins, and taken on new forms.
For the outsider, it is a minefield! Some tourism operators do warn that, with the lure of money, some groups might perform ceremonies “not traditional to their tribal group or … [not] at the traditional time of year.” But, even with responsible operators, visitors can get caught up in local disputes. I have personally been contacted by someone who said the mudmen whose photos I shared previously (see: Asaro Mudmen), were not entitled to the representation; I referred him back to my local contact, as I’m in no position to judge!
In spite of the Highlands being a field-study goldmine for burgeoning anthropologists all through the 20th century (including for one of my favourite tutors back at university), I have found getting any in-depth information on-line about individual tribes difficult. (I found one lengthy and not particularly helpful monograph written by a Lutheran minister who lived and worked in Simbu Province for 40-odd years – but little else.) Even when I have looked up the sing sing group names as written on the cardboard signboards, I have found little or no information. Plenty of poorly-captioned pictures exist, and tourist-operator blurbs saying: “Little is known about …”, referring to this tribe or that. Different variations of custom-origin stories get cut-and-pasted from one site to the next, but with the dearth of substantial information, it is no surprise that cultural appropriation takes place in a land where open tribal warfare still exists.
So, although I was at the Mount Hagen Cultural Show, one of Papua New Guinea’s most popular cultural events, with photographerKarl Grobl from Jim Cline Photo Tours, and with the guidance of a well-credentialed local operator, I can’t speak to the bonafides of the tribal people I met and photographed. Nor can I tell you much about the “why” of most of their particular customs and festival attire.
I can, however, share a wonderful glimpse into a unique tribal world of fiercely guarded, proud traditions.
Join me!
Skeleton in the Smoke Outside the Kagamuga Showgrounds, Chimbu people from Simbu Province get ready for their parts as skeletons and fire-makers.
Simbu/Chimbu Woman It is not uncommon for women to have small facial tattoos, and to wear their net bilum bags on their heads; …
Simbu Woman … it is also not uncommon to see warm smiles, stained by the ubiquitous betel nut.
Painting the Skeleton I have shared a story of the origins of skeleton-men and pictures of their preparation before (see: Bugamo Skeleton Men).
Man Painting a Young Skeleton Body-painting for the sing sing takes a lot of time and patience.
Skeleton Skull I loved watching the quiet stoicism displayed by the youngsters …
Eyes of the Skeleton … as they submitted to the long task of sing sing preparation.
Painting Skeleton Hands
Skeleton Boy Everyone is at a different stage of readiness.
Skeleton Preparations I saw no female skeletons – and I don’t believe they exist – but I did see women assisting with the painting.
Mindima Firemakers This man, from the same group, tried to explain to me the relationship between the skeletons and the fire-makers, but my tok pisin was not up to understanding his story. I did get the part where he explained how careful one had to be with the fire-pot-headdress, so as not to burn oneself!
Mindima Firemaker The evidence of a lifetime of betel-nut chewing is everywhere; …
Betel-Nut Sellers … betel nuts, seeds of the areca palm, are also everywhere. This man was hoping I’d have a cigarette for him! Tobacco is as popular as betel chew.
Police Special Services Division As the competing tribes get ready for the festival, the police presence is conspicuous and well armed – but friendly.
Crafting a Mud Mask In another quadrant of the paddock, a man fashions a ferocious mud mask.
Mud Mask Although there are various explanations for the origins of these frightening – but hot and cumbersome – headdresses, the most convincing one relates to the pre-colonial custom of disguising oneself when conducting raids against neighbouring tribes to prevent being recognised and thus making retaliation impossible.
Little Mudmen Today, small versions are made to be sold as souvenirs.
Model Masks Like the real masks – which are often embedded with boars’ teeth – the grotesque models show a lot of variety.
Final Preparations Once their bodies are coated in mud and their masks are on, the men are ready to head to the parade ground – …
Asaro Mud Men … – pausing briefly to have their pictures taken.
Omo Masalai from Simbu Looking like something from The Walking Dead, and followed by some sort of fur-covered demon, members of one group march toward the fair grounds.
Omo Masala Skeletons Skeletons follow closely behind.
Mindima Firemaking In contrast with the skeletons, the firemakers feature stripes instead of bones, making me think of men in old-fashioned prison garb.
Nursing the Flames The next day I went back to the same area to see if I could get a better explanation of the Mindima firemaking.
Concentration I found no one to speak with: these people are among the 120,000 native-Kuman speakers, and may or may not have Tok Pisin as a second language. English is well down the list!
Mindima Child Making Fire So, I cannot tell you why these people transport fire on their heads.
Skeletons in the Grass Meanwhile, another group of skeleton men are ready to take their place on the parade grounds, …
Skeletons on the Warpath … where, rather than being zombie-like, …
Skeletons on the Attack … they leap around in a menacing manner.
It is easy to see how these warring tribes were able to intimidate each other in the past.
At least today it is mostly in good humour and for show.
Rapperswil Rose Garden and Altstadt From the Lindenhof – the Linden Courtyard, a public square on a a moraine hill above Rapperswil – we get views down over the wine-grape terraces to the famous rose gardens. The rooftops of the Old City almost obscure Lake Zurich, which sits between us and the surrounding mountains.
Travel in Europe is such a joy!
Everywhere you go, there are beautifully-maintained, fresh and green outdoor public spaces, and well-preserved and integrated historical buildings.
Take Rapperswil on Lake Zurich in Switzerland, for example. Part of the municipality of Rapperswil-Jona, this is a town I probably would never have heard of, had we not been staying with friends who live there! While it may not be at the top of the Swiss “must visit” list, there was still plenty to do and see, both in the town and nearby (e.g.: Weekly Wanders: Around Lake Zurich).
An early-August Sunday brought rains, but we went ahead with our scheduled lunch cruise on nearby Lake Zug, knowing that the boat had plenty of cover. We chose to amend our afternoon outdoor plans, and instead, stopped in to see the Black Madonna (no photos allowed!) in the Kloster Einsiedeln, an expansive Baroque building housing a Benedictine Monastery on a site dating back to 934.
The next day dawned clear and sunny: perfect for a short walk up nearby Bachtel Mountain (1,115 m) to climb the Bachtelturm, a 60 m tall radio tower affording views across the Zürcher Oberland, and then to enjoy lunch nearby.
After lunch on the mountain, we returned to Rapperswil to explore the historic Altstadt (Old City). Rapperswil is called the “Town of Roses” (Rosenstadt) for the flowers on the city crest, but it also takes enormous pride in the three designated rose gardens that are open to the public; August is the perfect month to appreciate the vast array of varieties.
Join me for some lesser-known Swiss sites:
Rainy Reflections on Lake Zug The weather might have been disappointing, but I love the layered reflections you can get in low light. (iPhone5)
“Golden Lady Fountain” I was lucky to have my umbrella-holder with me: the rains came down as I tried to get an angle I liked on the ornate golden statue of the Madonna in front of the Baroque Einsiedeln Abbey.
Golden Crown No photos are allowed inside, so you have to imagine the elaborately dressed Black Madonna in her Chapel of Grace – or look up a stock photo. The current statue – one of about 400–500 Black Madonnas in Europe – was brought to Einsiedeln in 1466. Her colour is said to be from years of candle smoke.
Einsiedeln Abbey The abbey complex is huge, and houses a monastic community, an extensive library, and even a stables. It is still an important pilgrimage stop on the Way of St. James.
Signposts The weather was a beautiful contrast the next day – perfect for starting a hike to one of the many designated points in the surrounding Swiss Alps.
Dogs on the Hill There were plenty of companion animals out waiting for their owners in the fresh air.
View from Bachtelturm Bachtel Tower is a 60 m (200 ft) tall radio tower. The viewing platform half-way up yields panoramic views over the countryside.
Shingled Rooftops Early afternoon back in Rapperswil, we enjoy more wonderful views: this time over the old city from the Lindenhof– the Linden Courtyard.
Linden Leaves A native to Europe, the linden tree is highly valued in folk medicine. Its flowers, leaves, and bark are all used in herbal infusions.
Lindenhof These beautiful spreading deciduous trees give this vantage point over Rapperswil its name: the Linden Courtyard.
Down through the Vines Steep staircases lead down from the courtyard through the grapes to the rose garden below.
Old World Ivy
Angel Watching over Fallen Brothers Part of the way down the hill, the Capuchin Friary, established in 1606, sits overlooking Lake Zurich.
Antoniusgrotte – St. Anthony’s Grotto Votive candles are the only light inside the grotto dedicated to Saint Anthony of Padua.
Rapperswil Roses Along with the grotto, the rose gardens of the Kapuzinerkloster – the Capuchin Monastery – are a popular pilgrimage destination.
Trellises – Rosengarten From the rose gardens, we can look back up over the vines to the towers of the Rapperswil Castle.
House Front : Hintergasse
Hauptplatz to the Castle Clock Tower The old streets up to the castle are charming.
“Swiss Cheese” The Stadtmuseum (City Museum) Rapperswil-Jona is located across three medieval buildings dating back to 1492 and joined together with an extension called “Janus”. The modern space, completed in 2011, makes me think of player pianos and Swiss cheese.
The thought of Swiss cheese made me hungry. It was definitely time for afternoon coffee!
And, as is the case in most parts of Europe, the coffee shops were ready with their fragrant brews to revive us.
[…] WaterfrontWe, however, are crossing the lake the long way: by boat. On the harbour, we get a lovely view of the ships in the port, the beautiful old buildings dating back to the 1200s, and the castle at the top of the hill that we walked around on another day (see: The Roses of Rapperswil). […]ReplyCancel
Kara Man in Face Paint The Kara in Ethiopia’s Omo Valley love their jewellery and body art. Men have their left ears notched after initiation and wear special clay caps when they have killed a dangerous animal or an enemy from another tribe.
With about 1400 individuals living across three villages, the Kara are the smallest discrete ethnic group in Ethiopia’s Omo Valley.
They are closely related to the Benna-Bashada-Hamar group and share many linguistic features and cultural practices with these tribes. For example, their young men take part in the Bula, or Pilla, or Bull-jumping ceremony: jumping over the backs of a row of cattle several times in a row to mark their coming of age (see: Coming of Age in a Hamar Village). The women’s skirts and hairstyles resemble those of the Hamar, and the men in both tribes use clay to construct their elaborate headdresses to signify their status, attractiveness, and bravery.
Some stories say that at one time the Kara were connected with the Hamar, but the two tribes migrated in different directions: the Hamar – whom the Kara call “mountain dwellers” – moved up onto the hills in search of better lands and pastures, and the Kara moved downstream towards the Omo River; Kara means “fish” in the local language. The two groups maintain a symbiotic trade relationship.
This is not the case with the more aggressive and more numerous Nilo-Saharan speaking Nyangatom who live on the other side of the river – on lands the Kara say were once theirs. Inter-generational tribal conflicts have continued for decades, and include cattle rustling and bloody battles. Every self-respecting Kara man owns an AK-47.
The Kara are probably best known for their decorative face- and body-painting in chalk and ochre. I’ve shared some pictures of the tribal and their remote village before (see: Visits to a Kara Village).
Come meet a few more of these fascinating people!
Grass Shelter on the Omo Dus Village, the largest of the three Kara villages, sits on the east bank of the beautiful Omo River Valley.
Elder and the Ceremony House Only initiated men are allowed into this open structure where the men discuss tribal matters and make community decisions.
Old Man in Silhouette
Young Man in Profile
Warrior in Feathers and Beads The clay skullcaps that the men wear attached to their hair can take up to three days to construct and need to be replaced after three-to-six months. The men are allowed to wear them for up to a year after a kill to celebrate their bravery.
Men in Body Paint I’ve posted a similar picture of these men previously (Visits to a Kara Village) because I like how they show the contrasting styles of body-patterns in use.
Almost Abstract : Body Paint The Kara paint themselves daily, building up their preferred design in white chalk, coloured ochre, yellow mineral rock, charcoal, and/or pulverised iron ore.
Time and Focus Men and women alike love layers of beads. I didn’t see any mirrors: …
Young Women Face Painting … I did see a lot of people painting each other.
Bottom Lip Incision It is not uncommon for Kara women, men, and even children, to wear a nail, a stick, or a piece of grass sticking out of their chin through an incision made under their bottom lip.
Spurting Liquid It is also not uncommon to see people expelling liquid through this incision.
Dus Woman with a Gourd Calabash gourds are common utensils in the village.
Woman Preparing Sorghum Women and children sit in the dirt, going about their daily chores.
Hand in the Sorghum Kara are primarily an agriculture-based society, growing sorghum, corn, pumpkin, and beans – some of which they trade with the Hamar.
Hands in the Sorghum Sorghum is a versatile grain, and is a dietary staple for the Kara.
Woman and Child Sorghum is cooked into the daily porridge, using milk or water. It is also fermented to produce the local beer.
Still Life Found : Clay Pots on the Ground
Men in Red All over the world, young men love their sporting gear.
Smiling Ethiopian Man That smile! And those distinctive Ethiopian curls.
Women and Children All around the village, women and their children gather in groups.
Boys outside the Bar Meanwhile, a group of young men is gathered with their beers outside one of the community buildings. It is barely seven thirty in the morning!
Still Life Found : Bowl and Bales
Mother and Child Flowers and grass are inserted into lip and ears, …
Woman with Flowers … or tucked into headbands.
Warrior Ostrich feathers are a finishing touch to the warriors’ clay skullcaps.
Elegant Woman in a Hut How I wished I could have had a proper conversation with some of these women! (Off-Camera Flash)
Mother and Infant in a Hut The huts are hot and dark, even in the mid-morning, and there is not much in the way of “belongings” inside. (Off-Camera Flash)
Young Woman in a Hut This is another face I’ve shared before (Visits to a Kara Village): I just loved her solemn expression. (Off-Camera Flash)
Woman in Spots There is a cheeky flirtatiousness in some of these expressions; I can’t help but wonder what these women think as they meet our gaze.
As the smallest tribal group, the Kara have learned to negotiate trade – and peaceful co-existence – with their more-numerous neighbours.
They are also trading with us: marketing their unique appearance for small handfuls of tourist dollars.
I can’t help but wonder how much of their cultural heritage they can preserve into the future.
And, I wonder what they actually think about it all!
[…] Our camp was close to Dus Village, the largest of three Kara villages in Ethiopia; the majority of Kara people live in South Sudan or the Central African Republic. Some of the villagers helped around the camp, or sat in the shade, engaging in their beading or face- and body-painting. This added to my feeling of being in the middle of things. Our location also meant we were able to visit the village a number of times, and therefore could spend time with the locals as they went about their daily lives (see: Visits to a Kara Village and The Kara of Dus Village). […]ReplyCancel
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Oil Lamps and a Peacock Feather On the night of the Māgha Pūjā full moon, a Tibetan monk and a Buddhist devotee light oil lamps against the darkness over Boudha Stupa in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Candlelight is a powerful symbol in many spiritual practices around the world.
In Christianity, the candle stands for light and the spirit of truth in the darkness of life; in Hinduism, light is a strong symbol of hope and prosperity; in Buddhism, burning candles evoke the state of impermanence and change, and represent the enlightenment of the Buddha. In some meditation practices, candle flames are used to focus attention and quiet the mind.
Candlelight is calming by its very nature. Even in secular communities, candles are lit to set an atmosphere of quiet. I always think of them this time of year as I contemplate life, while one calendar year slips into the next.
Some years ago, I was in Nepal as part of a photographic group with travel photographer Gavin Gough and photojournalist Jack Kurtz. Our principal accommodation was within a short walk of the UNESCO-listedBoudhanath (or BouddhaStupa), one of the largest Buddhist stupas in the world. I took the opportunity to visit this magnificent place many times during my stay (e.g.: Prayers in the Eyes of the Buddha and Light a Candle) and never ceased to marvel at it – or at the devotion of the many pilgrims who visited at all hours of the day and night.
Our trip to Nepal was timed to take in Holi, the joyful Hindu festival of colours, which takes place on the full-moon evening of the month of Phalguna or Phalgun on the Hindu calendar (see: Joy among the Ruins).
Full moons are celebrated across many religious traditions, and that particular full moon also marked Māgha Pūjā, the second most important festival on the Theravada Buddhist calendar, and Chötrul Düchen, one of the four major observances on the Tibetan Buddhist calendar. In both cases, the dates are said to correspond with significant events in the life of the Buddha, and the rituals involve the lighting of lamps.
So, naturally, Buddhist pilgrims had come from all over to circumambulate the sacred stupa, pay their respects, offer up prayers, and light oil lamps – all under the watchful eyes of Boudhanath.
Join me in some quiet reflection as we end a year that has been extremely challenging for most of us.
Boudhanath in the Last Sun The eyes of the Boudha Stupa are watchful as the narrow laneways darken in the afternoon light.
Filling Oil Lamps In the approach to the temple entrance, trestle tables are full of burning lamps that people have lit on their way in.
Lamp Seller People are happy to take a moment out to smile for the visitors.
Tending the Oil Lamps The attendants keep an eye on the process, moving spent lamps for refilling.
Prayers Once you light your lamp, you can make your prayers – for yourself or for others.
Crowd around the Stupa In the early evening, the grounds are already crowded. Pilgrims to the stupa typically circumambulate clockwise three times while praying and chanting. Each circuit is roughly 150 metres (164 yards).
Bonfire Sparks fly from a bonfire outside one of the side temples.
Profile in Candle Light Although candle light plays havoc with camera settings, I love the soft glow is casts on people’s faces.
Two Women in Candle Light
Lights on the Stupa As darkness envelopes us, the lights come on around the 36 metre-high (118 ft) stupa.
Woman Lighting Lamps There is a steady hum of noise from the chanting pilgrims around the stupa, but the mood is quiet.
Couple Lighting Lamps
Dad Lighting Lamps Everyone is warmly dressed against the cold of an early spring night.
Friends around the Flames
Buddhist Monk Lighting Candles
Candlelit Smile No one seems remotely disturbed by the presence of me and my cameras.
A Peacock Feather in the Oil The peacock represents purity and long life or immortality in Buddhism. The feathers are often used in purification ceremonies.
Lighting Lamps
Lights in his Eyes
Namaste Prayers
The Eyes of the Bouddha There is soft illumination on the stupa, putting a mesmerising glow in those iconic eyes.
Meeting the Monk A woman namastes one of the many monks in the surrounds. After living in Thailand for so long, I don’t pass one without doing the same.
Boudhanath under Lights The stupa is quite beautiful with its coloured garlands and soft floodlights …
Full Moon over Boudhanath … and the Māgha Pūjā moon rises in the background.
This year’s December full moon has just passed, and January 2021 is upon us. May you light a candle against the darkness –
Uluru in a Field of Light That eternal ancient rock in the middle of Australia seems to rise from a sea of ephemeral, ever-changing lights.
When I was a child, one of my favourite Christmas activities was to get into the car at night, wrapped up in blankets against the cold, and drive out to the more affluent suburbs and gaze in wonder at the elaborate displays of festive lights. These lights were especially magical against the winter snows.
It was customary – almost obligatory – that every house be decorated from mid-November through early January, and it was only the lazy householder who didn’t take the lights down and store them carefully between seasons! Those were the days before LED lighting: every string could be rendered dark by a single blown bulb, and every bulb was expensive. At our house, a single strand followed the roof gutters of our bungalow, but in the “rich end” of town, neighbours competed for the best displays – the most spectacular of which made it into the local newspapers. Some of the lights even blinked on and off in unison! Santa Clauses and lawn snowmen were not uncommon, and I even recall the occasional manger scenes, complete with live donkeys.
These days, with LED faerie lights and solar power, garden lighting is not necessarily reserved for Christmas – but it was those nights with my nose pressed to a cold, foggy car window that I though of as I watched more than 50,000 coloured lights slowly come to life in a large field near Uluru, the geographical middle and spiritual heart of Australia.
Even without the lights, that distinctive 500 million year-old monolith, rising up out of the flat plains in the Northern Territory’s Red Centre, was enough to make the hairs on my neck stand up. It was exactly that incredible feeling of energy surrounding this sacred rock that inspired the English/Australian artist Bruce Munro with the idea for the ambitious Field of Light immersive installation. First opened to the public on April 1, 2016, the network of frosted glass bulbs and the optical fibres radiating from them, covers an area “the size of nine football fields” – or four, depending on whom you read, or your code of football I guess.
Although the installation was meant to be temporary, after critical acclaim and popular response, it has been extended more than once: it is currently slated to close on 31 December 2021 – but who knows?
Jetstar A320 on the Tarmac It is a big country: the flight from Sydney to Yulara takes three and a half hours. In a year of fires, floods, and Covid-19 lock-down, it felt exciting to be going anywhere! (iPhone6)
Uluru from the Transfer Bus The short bus ride from the Connellan Airport to the Ayers Rock Resort complex takes 8 1/2 minutes “except in rush hour” the driver told us. I was so overwhelmed by my first sighting of the rock that I almost cried! (iPhone6)
Sunset over the Rock Later in the evening, we are welcomed to a viewing area with Indigenous-inspired bush-tucker canapés and sparkling wine. Those spindly-looking trees amongst the spinifex grass humps are desert oaks (allocasuarina decaisneana).
Evening at the Rock I had packed my tripod just for this: sunset over the rock, with the unlit globes white, like tiny mushrooms in the foreground.
Last Light over Uluru The colours of the landscape change from one minute to the next.
Watching the Rock Even with soft chatter, there is a feeling of quiet as the sun goes down. It is windy – and colder than I expected.
Lights coming On As the ambient light recedes, the bulbs in the field come to life.
Field of Light Munro calls this exhibition Tili Wiru Tjuta Nyakutjaku, which means ‘looking at lots of beautiful lights’ in the local Pitjantjatjara language.
In the Field Soon, Uluru disappears completely, and we follow guide lighting down to the installation itself.
Light the Way The paths are clearly marked and easy to follow, …
Guide Light … and the guide lamps are beautiful in their own right.
Lights in the Field Watching the undulating waves of colour change across the field …
The Blues … is just mesmerising.
Arteries of Light
Leading Lights The network of optical fibre connections seem to pulsate as the changing colours flow through them.
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