Looking over the Mountains of Central Province It takes a lot of steps to climb to the top of Sigiriya – the 200 metre monolith in Sri Lanka’s Central Province – but even on a rainy day, the view from the top is well worth the effort.
Sometimes, it would be nice to have a tour guide.
Someone, for example, who speaks English and the local language, and who knows where the ticket-office is. Someone who can give you an idea of what to expect, and can tell you a bit about what you are seeing.
If I had been willing to pay the inflated prices quoted for visits to local attractions by the resort that I was staying at, I suppose I would have had all that and an air-conditioned car. But, when prices in Asia are listed in US dollars, you know you will be paying well-over market value!
I was travelling solo on a trip that had been originally planned for two, and had been dropped at a property in North Central Province, Sri Lanka: in the middle of rice paddies – in the middle of nowhere. And, it was raining. A lot.
To say I was feeling a bit isolated and trapped would be an understatement: especially when I read the fees for transport options in my compendium!
So, I took advantage of a break in the weather, google-mapped the route to the nearest town, and set off on a bicycle to negotiate day-trips with a local tuk-tuk driver. With a lot of sign-language and the help of half the neighbourhood, I arranged to have him take me to Sigiriya, the UNESCO-heritage listed ruins of an ancient stronghold about an hour south of me.
Sigiriya (Sinhagiri– සීගිරිය), or Lion Rock, is an ancient palace and fortress complex, built between 477 and 485 CE by King Kashyapa I (reigned 473–495), high upon the monolithic remains of a magma plug from a long-eroded volcano.
My driver was lovely – or seemed so, considering we had no language in common. I’d coordinated the final details with the help of a reception clerk, and I was confident we’d be fine. I packed an umbrella and a raincoat, and the tuk-tuk had roll-down plastic windows; we set off into the rain and hoped for better weather.
When we finally arrived in the Sigiriya parking lot, it was not clear where I needed to go to buy tickets – nothing was signposted, and naturally none of the guys hanging around smoking spoke English any better than my driver. Somehow, I managed to wend my way through the endless corridors of some sort of featureless administration building, find a counter with a person at it, and purchase an entry ticket. Clearly, most visitors have guides who do this for them.
Once I’d retraced my steps back to my tuk-tuk driver, I discovered that a “local guide” had latched himself onto us: for a price, he’d take me into the site. It wasn’t clear to me whether I had to use his services or not, so it seemed easiest to agree.
And it was still raining …
Rain in the Rice Patties The rain-flooded countryside is quite beautiful as we chug along in our three-wheeled tuk tuk. (iPhone6)
Entrance to Sigiriya The rock-fortress of Sigiriya is considered one of the most important examples of urban planning from the first millennium, and sits amid one of the oldest landscaped gardens in the world. Visitor entry to the city-complex is through these gardens.
Rain over the Rock The gardens are divided into three forms: the first of which are the water gardens. Lion Rock (Sigiriya or Sinhagiri) rises up through the rain clouds in the background.
People on the Steps Umbrellas are everywhere as the rains continue and we climb from the outer water gardens towards the cave and boulder gardens.
Deraniyagala Cave This whole area is dotted with caves, many of which were occupied by Buddhist monks and ascetics from as early as the 3rd century BCE.
People on the Steps Paths and steps wind up (and down) through a combination of bricked terraces …
Boulder Arch No 1 … and natural rock. Caves either side of this boulder archway have been used since before the days of King Kashyapa I.
Monkey on the Steps Watch your belongings! Anywhere tourists gather in Sri Lanka, the endemic toque macaques (Macaca sinica) will try to take advantage.
Posing on the Lion Steps Nothing quite prepares you for this massive monolith rising up out of the plateau at the top of the terraced gardens. There was once a sculpted lion’s head over the entrance, but it has long since collapsed.
Lion Paws The massive carved feet that flank the stairway give some idea of the animal’s size. There are 1200 steps leading up the lion’s sides: through the frescos and mirror wall, and to the top of the rock.
Buddha in the Distance The rains have stopped, but clouds still hang over the surrounding jungle and mountains.
Dog on a Wall A local dog keeps an eye on me as I take in the view.
Heavenly Maidens No photos of the wall paintings decorating the western face of the rock are allowed, so I’ll share a postcard with you. These frescos date back to the 5th century CE .
Looking Down Looking back down over the lion’s paws, the people on the plateau look very small, and it is easy to imaging the jungle reclaiming the rocky outcrop.
South Palace Complex The outlines of the old fortress at the top of the rock are amazing. The palace was in use until King Kashyapa was defeated by the rightful heir to the throne, his half-brother Moggallana in 495 CE. Moggallana converted Sigiriya into a Buddhist monastery complex.
The Ruins The footings of the old citadel are extensive and – with the recent rains – full of water like swimming pools.
People at the Top of Sigiriya
Over the Mountains The views over the countryside extend in all directions.
Rice Fields of the Central Province It is easy to see why the patricidal usurper of the throne, Kashyapa I, chose this site over the less-secure capital of Anuradhapura.
The Broken Lion When I climb back down from lion, the plateau is less crowded, allowing me to get a better view of the front.
Walking Down Walking down from the plateau, we follow a different path through the layers of gardens.
Audience Hall The wooden walls and roof are long gone, but the polished “floor” on this boulder – now split in two – was the base of the Audience Hall where King Kashyapa conducted affairs of state.
Asana Guhawa Cave Another cave, showing giant traces of the paintings that once decorated it, sits under …
Cobra Hood Rock … the strange outcrop known as Cobra Hood Rock. Personally, I think it looks more like an elephant trunk.
As soon as my “local guide” received his payment at the bottom of the hill, he disappeared. I’m still not sure if I was required to have one; nor am I sure that he actually added any value, as it turns out, the site is much better marked than the ticket office!
Still, I enjoyed exploring –
and I knew that the tuk tuk driver I had organised myself would get me home in time for dinner.
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Sunrise on the Ramshead Range It was cold – bitterly cold and windy – as we waited for the sun to rise over the Australian Alps in Thredbo, Kosciuszko National Park. Cold – but worth the wait.
Mountains are the home of my soul.
Wherever I have lived, aside from a brief stint in the flat, endless oasis that is the CanadianPrairies, my eyes have been pulled to the nearby hills and mountains. Whenever I need healing time, or the space to just “be”, those mountains have attracted me.
Any regular visitor to these pages knows that I often visit the Snowy Mountains of Australia for some quiet contemplation, especially as one year slips into the next. I find these sojourns in nature restorative.
After an intensely difficult year last year, I needed more time-out than usual. So it was fortuitous that an ad for the first-ever Yoga & Wellness Mountain Retreat at the Thredbo Alpine Village in Kosciuszko National Park crossed my path. I didn’t have to think about it for long: it seemed to be exactly what I required. I had been wanting to expand my yoga practice for some time, and I was going to be in the mountains anyway for my usual New Year’s break. I had been planning to stay through for the annual Thredbo Blues Festival: the timing couldn’t have been more perfect!
And perfect it was.
I spent three weeks tucked into my Jindabyne nest, with regular visits to Thredbo for walks, yoga, and music.
Join me for a few of the highlights.
Walking on the Ramshead Naturally, our Yoga & Wellness Mountain Retreat included regular yoga sessions. But, it also included a couple of lovely guided walks. The first was following the Dead Horse Gap track, down the Ramshead.
Silver Snow Daisies I’m always cheered up by the sight of silver snow daisies …
Billy Buttons … and sunny yellow billy buttons, both of which are only found in Australia’s southeastern mountains.
Talking about Wim Hof As part of the retreat, we learned a little about Wim Hof breathing and ice baths from instructor Leah Scott. I’ll spare you the pictures of me turning blue in a mountain stream!
Caterpillars in the Kosciuszko Rose All around us, there are reminders of life’s possibilities.
Yoga Mats Ready Very, very, early the next morning – before the sun was up – we were once again on the Ramshead, ready to practice our Surya Namaskar or Sun Salutation.
Sunrise on the Ramshead The cold and wind defeated us, however, and we satisfied ourselves with just watching the sun rise over the ranges.
Mount Kosciuszko Walkway Following a boxed breakfast (out of the wind), we set off on another “guided” walk: …
People on the Walkway … this time, up the hill via the metal walkway that leads to mainland-Australia’s highest “peak”, the top of Mount Kosciuszko.
The New South Trio A week later, I was back at the Alpine Hotel in Thredbo: this time for the annual Thredbo Blues Festival.The highly-regarded New South Trio opened the weekend at The Pub.
Harry (and Aidan) – The New South These accomplished blues, jazz, soul, and funk musicians have wowed audiences at the festival before, but this is the first year that guitarists Harry and Aidan have been old enough to play inside the licensed venues!
Empty Stage I love the delicious anticipation of an empty stage!
Anna Scionti Of course, it is SO much better when the performers take their rightful place. Anna Scionti has a passion for guitars – and for story-telling songs.
Hussy Hicks I didn’t wander around as much this year as I usually do, but I couldn’t resist sneaking upstairs to the Schuss Bar to catch one of my festival-favourites: the folk-roots-rockers, Hussy Hicks.
Leesa Gentz and Julz Parker The soaring vocals of Leesa Gentz, and Julz Parker’s virtuoso guitar, are at once powerful and intimate, drawing the audience into their world of original songs..
Ivor SK By complete contrast, back in the Lounge Bar, gravel-voiced Ivor Simpson Kennedy sings early Mississippi-Delta blues classics.
Fiona Boyes Billed as a blues musician, I think singer-songwriter-guitarist Fiona Boyes absolutely rocks!
Julz Parker and Kane Dennelly One of the high-points of festivals is the collaboration that happens: Hussy Hicks join 19Twenty during their crowded and crowd-pleasing performance in the Keller Bar.
Cameron Fallaw The other beauty of festivals is the breadth of music on offer. Playing country honky-tonk, …
James Cisco … The Excellent Smithers fill The Lounge Bar with sound.
Jordan Thomas Trio On the Saturday morning, I stopped Poolside briefly before heading up the chairlift …
Shane Pacey … to the Eagle’s Nest Restaurant for lunch, and the Shane Pacey Trio, …
The Top of Merritt’s Nature Track Lunch at the Eagle’s Nest gives me the opportunity to walk Merritt’s Nature Track back down to Thredbo Village below.
Mal Eastick with the Cyril B Bunter Band … and guest Mal Eastick. These are stalwarts of the Australian blues scene, …
Dancing Feet … and not music you can sit still to!
Nick Charles & Pete Fidler I love the laid-back atmosphere of the Thredbo Blues, but the tiny, back-lit venues are not always conducive to clear views or good photos.
Pete Fidler on LapSteel Guitar The music, however, is always wonderful!
Hussy Hicks I booked myself into the Burger Bar for dinner and Hussy Hicks; …
Julz and her Shadow … Julz’ passion is unmistakable, …
Leesa Gentz … and Leesa’s joyfulness is infectious.
Russell Morris I finished my night in the Kosciuszko Room: if Russell Morris is playing, I’ll be there!
Dom Turner and the Backsliders The festival organisers made my Sunday easy, …
Backsliders … putting several of my old favourites on at the same place.
Peter Robinson’s Guitar
That Look! Peter Robinson
Jordan Thomas Trio I rounded out my mountain-time with a bitter-sweet dinner-for-one and the lively, youthful accompaniment of the Jordan Thomas Trio.
It was restorative.
I drove off the mountain – still sad, but in command. Mountains, yoga and music make anything manageable.
Men in White One of the many beauties of India is the willingness of people on the street to engage with you, and to be photographed.
Kumbh Melas are among the largest religious gatherings in the world.
According to the BBC News, which published pictures of the 2001 Allahabad Kumbh Mela taken from space, that particular mela was “probably the largest human gathering in history”. The more recent mela in Allahabad (Prayagraj) in 2013 attracted an estimated 120 million devotees over a two month period, with over 30 million bathing on the most auspicious day of the Mauni Amawasya (10 February 2013).
A Kumbh Mela – literally a festival of the kumbh – is a mass pilgrimage during which Hindu faithful gather to bathe in a sacred or holy river. Based on the primary concepts of pilgrimage, religious practice, and sacred sites, the Kumbh Melas were inscribed into UNESCO’s Representative List of the Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity in 2017.
A kumbh (or kumbha) is a special pot or pitcher used to collect holy water. It is the also the Hindi name for the astrological sign Aquarius (कुम्भ). In Hindu, Jain, and Buddhist mythology, the kumbha symbolises fertility and the womb. According to Hindu legend, gods and demons fought over a kumbh of nectar that would give them immortality. Today, bathing in India’s sacred rivers during the festival is believed to cleanse a person of all their sins, and free them from the cycle of death and rebirth. Most pilgrims carry kumbh – or other containers, including plastic water bottles – with them, so that they can take holy waters home to loved ones who are unable to make the journey.
There are four main sites in Northern India where Kumbh Melas take place: Haridwar, Allahabad (Prayagraj), Trimbak-Nashik, and Ujjain. The precise date of each mela is carefully calculated based on the the placement of Jupiter (Bṛhaspati), the Sun (Surya) and the Moon (Chandra) in Hindu astrology. Each of these four sites hosts a Kumbh Mela, which lasts six to eight weeks, once every twelve years – and some venues host an Ardh Kumbh Mela (semi kumbh fair) in between.
My news feed has been full of shots from the Ardh Kumbh Mela currently underway in in Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh. This prompted me to return to my archives to pull out pictures I took when I attended the 2010 Kumbh Mela in Haridwar with photographers Gavin Gough and Matt Brandon.
Such a long time ago!
That wasn’t my first trip to India, but it was my first time dealing crowds of that magnitude: on our third day there, the Mauni Amawasya, approximately 10 million people bathed in the Ganges. Most of my small group watched the Peshwai Procession, where the different akhara – or sects – of sadhus take their turns to bathe, from the relative comfort of our hotel lobby rather from the over-crowded ghats. Lucky, really, as seven people were killed in a stampede on the bridges that afternoon – “an unfortunate day in what was almost an incident-free [four-month] megafest for over five crore [50,000,000] devotees from across India.”
What I remember of my days at the culmination of that year’s fair in Haridwar, was the positive vibe across the city. Everyone I met – from local residents and shopkeepers, to pilgrims and sadhus – was full of positive energy and good humour. Even the air – with highs of 38°C most days – was buzzing with heat and energy.
Returning to old photos, taken on an old camera, is always risky. But, I miss India – and dipping into old pictures is the best I can do! These are from my first day in Haridwar – I’m sure I’ll return to the others at some stage.
Come and meet some of the faces in the crowd at the mela.
Pilgrims on the Road When we arrived in Haridwar, the streets were already full of vehicles and pilgrims on foot.
Woman in Yellow There is colour all around: the saris of the women contrast with the walls behind them – …
Women in Pink … as do the patterned pink kurtis.
Three Men in White People are seated all along the roadway, just taking a break or watching the incoming parade.
Doorway One of the things I love about India is the richness of colour and texture where ever you look.
Japamala Prayer Beads Religious paraphernalia is for sale everywhere.
Rickshaw All forms of transport are in use on the road.
Pilgrims on the Road Family groups are keen to be photographed as they travel into town together.
Mother and Child on the Road
Matriarch
Baby in the Crowd
Pilgrims on the Road
Men in Orange
Group Resting I shared more than one cup of masala chai with groups of pilgrims as they made their way into the city for the mela from all around the country.
Kumbh Couple Attending the mela was the dream of a lifetime for many of them.
Inside a Tuk Tuk Our group piles into a local tuk tuk …
Almost Abstract: Inside a Tuk Tuk … for the bumpy ride up the hill …
Overlooking Haridwar … to take advantage of views over the city.
Tuk Tuk Driver Our driver stays close to his vehicle …
Bridges over the Ganges … as we admire the city below.
Uttarakhand Police Officer Even the police officers are friendly as they keep watch at the check-point.
Woman Carrying a Bag People keep walking past the check point, …
Bathing in the Ganges … while those who arrived earlier are already bathing in the holy waters below.
Hindu Offerings Shops selling religious paraphernalia line the road into the city.
Young Aladdin in the Crowd Back down the hill, closer to the river, the streets are getting fuller.
Women on the Road
Man in Saffron
Men on a Balcony Overhead, locals or those already installed in hotels and guesthouses watch on.
Mounted Police Police on horse back keep the crowds in order.
Street Selfie I couldn’t resist taking a photo of myself in the crowd!
Women in the Street And the pilgrims keep coming.
Everyone was so happy!
I was thrilled to be a part of it; such a pity we can’t be like that every day.
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Gold Creek Falls – Golden Ears Provincial Park The Lower Falls on Gold Creek may only make a 10 metre drop, but they are a beautiful example of the way that water meets the woods in British Columbia, Canada.
I feel most happy when I’m walking amid green woods, listening to white waters and bird song.
One of the things I missed most when I moved from Western Canada to East Coast Australia was the green: that lush green that comes with tall conifers that have grown up through decades (and even centuries) of rainfall; the varied greens of an understory of lichens, mosses and ferns.
Two years in a row we managed short stays in Mission, a small city on the north bank of the Fraser River about 60km inland from Vancouver. On each occasion, we “borrowed” my young first cousins (once removed) and took them with us for short-but-rewarding treks into the woods. The first was a very brief (0.75km return) walk into the Cascade Falls Regional Park to look over the eponymous waterfall. The second, about a year later, was a longer walk (6.5km return) along the Lower Falls Trail in Golden Ears Provincial Park to Gold Creek Falls.
Why not join us!
Welcome to the Woods British Columbia has a lot of woods. In fact, almost 64% of the province (149 million acres) is forested. Not all this forest is protected, however, and only a small percentage is old-growth.
Boy on a Giant Stump A young lad climbing the giant stump of what was probably once a western red cedar gives an idea of the scale of these massive trees.
Cascade Falls Cascade Creek plunges over 30 metres into a large emerald pool before emptying into the Stave Lake Basin (see: Harnessing Energy).
Teenager on the Suspension Bridge The suspension bridge over the falls is a very short walk from the car park, up a steep hill, …
Suspension Bridge … and leads across the canyon …
Visitors to the Falls … to a viewing platform.
Graffiti on the Rails People clearly feel the need to leave their marks!
Cascade Creek and Falls In theory, this is as close as you you can get to the pool beneath the falls; …
Swimmers in the Falls … in practice, people climb down the slippery slope regularly, selfie sticks in tow.
Light through the Bridge Not much light reaches through the suspension bridge mesh …
Under the Bridge … and it is cool and shady underneath – and slippery! Still, people regularly climb down the side here …
Crystal Waters … to access the cold, crystal clear waters in the creek below.
Into the Woods It was about a year later that we walked into another conifer wood, draped in Spanish moss and dappled light.
Moss on the Fallen Trunks What little sun gets through the tall trees gleams on the mossy ground-cover.
Giant Stump I marvel at the girth of the ancient tree trunks, …
Boy on a Boulder … and at the size of some of the boulders strewn along the trail.
Rushing Waters Before long, we can hear the creek beside us as the waters rush over the rocks towards Alouette Lake.
Rocks in the Creek The water – frigidly cold as it races down from the mountain-tops – is emerald green.
Women on the Falls The Lower Falls on Gold Creek are only small, but they are very pretty, and everyone stops to admire them.
Lower Falls – Gold Creek The colours are wonderful!
Kids in the Rocky Creek It’s a hot day, and plenty of people are happy to paddle or bathe in the icy-cold waters.
Path in the Woods It’s the same trail out and back, and we return along the well-groomed path, …
Golden Ears Provincial Park … detouring onto one of the side-trails to admire the beach, and the mountains of Golden Ears Provincial Park behind.
Maple Samaras The sun overhead shines through the maple leaves and the winged seeds that remind me of childhood games.
Orange Mileage Marker According to the trail notes, there are markers in the trees every 500 meters. This was the first one we noticed – and we were almost back at the car!
They might have been short, easy hikes, but they were both extremely rewarding. As I have said before: you can’t beat a walk in a green woods!
Men from the Wild Duck Village Papua New Guinea (PNG) is home to hundreds of distinct traditional social groups, tribes and/or clans – each with their own totems, stories, songs, and dances.
“Development” in Papua New Guinea is a double-edge sword.
It is hard to imagine how the country could be more diverse! This rugged land of rivers teeming with crocodiles and jungle-clad, mosquito-infested mountains, is home to about 8.5 million people. Predominantly Papuans and Austronesians, the population also includes Negritos, Micronesians, and Polynesians.
Papua New Guinea only gained its independence from Australia in 1975 after being ruled by external powers since 1884. In spite of becoming the seventh fastest-growing economy in the world as of 2011 (thanks to the mining and resource sectors), the country still suffers from extreme gender inequities and life expectancy is shorter and infant mortality is higher than in most neighbouring Pacific countries.The extreme isolation imposed by the terrain has helped maintain indigenous traditions, but it has also hindered delivery of education and health services, not to mention basics like water and electricity!
Of course, having all these different groups under loose tribal structures has led to inter-tribal violence, which has become more – rather than less – of a problem in recent years, as semi-automatic machine guns replace spears and machetes. Modern sing sings, based on traditional large-scale cultural gatherings, have been encouraged in an effort to promote peaceful interactions between warring tribes and to attract tourist money into low-income regions.
I was staying in the Middle Sepik village of Kanganaman: two days of rough plane- bus- and boat-travel away from the PNG capital of Port Moresby (see: Welcome to the Spirit House!). The heat and humidity were unrelenting. My fellow-travellers (photographer Karl Grobl from Jim Cline Photo Tours, and several other cultural-photography enthusiasts) and I were camped out in a structure of three bamboo rooms on stilts: women on one side, men on the other, with a common-room in the middle. Our roll-out mattresses were tucked under mosquito nets which blocked any chance of air-flow in the still atmosphere, and offered us NO protection against the clouds of insects in the purpose-built out-house a short walk away. Unlike most local villagers, we had the luxury of a gravity-fed rain-water tank for washing, and a few hours of generated electricity daily to recharge our camera batteries. On the other hand, while I think the locals eat quite well, our food was – at best – ordinary.
In the still, absolute-dark of night, I lay on my mattress drenched in sweat, trying not to scratch the myriad of insect bites on my arm and hoping that the prophylactic antibiotics and vaccinations were protecting me against malaria and Japanese encephalitis. I listened to the constant hum of mosquitos with visions of spam-spaghetti dancing through my over-heated dreams. It was a calm, if somewhat surreal, experience.
The people in this area had almost no contact with Westerners until the 19th century, and their clan culture remains strong. Our village, which has hosted the burgeoning Sepik River Festival since 2014, is an off-shoot of a “parent” village nearby. Each village in the Sepik region has several clans and sub-clans (see: Crocodile Men), with complex inter-relationships of the corresponding totems. It is said that the more diverse clans and spirits a village has, the stronger the village will be – especially in protecting against black magic. Sorcery and “payback” are integral parts of local tribal warfare.
While these smaller sing sing gatherings among neighbouring groups are predominantly friendly, they are also highly competitive: the “richness” and prosperity of surrounding villages are (informally) judged on their make-up and costuming.
This was very much to our benefit, as we were able to watch the men from our village prepare in their spirit house (see: A Black and White View), and photograph the local women helping each other get ready in the Little Spirit House before checking out the groups from neighbouring villages. The visiting performers gathered in small clearings hidden behind the village green; there they crafted their costumes from bird feathers and shells that they had carefully transported from their homes, and leaves and vines they collected from the surrounding jungle. Using mud, clay and tar, they applied their face and body paint, transforming themselves into the creatures of their dances.
Join me as I make some environmental portraits of the men of the Sepik Riversing sing.
Preparations in the Jungle Hidden away from the village greens that link the Kanganaman spirit houses, cultural groups from neighbouring hamlets prepare their costumes and face paint.
Dancer in Feathers Feathers are an integral part of many dance costumes: the cassowary is a totem for our host village of Kanganaman, while the dances of Korogu Village, where this man is from, feature a wild black duck. I’m not sure what species provided the wonderful feathers incorporated in his headdress.
Getting Ready for the Dance The men are completely focussed as they construct their costumes.
Carving Grasses This may be a small, local sing sing, but the focus and attention to detail that goes into constructing the costumes is wonderful to watch.
Masks and Jewellery Shells – which were once important enough to be used as local currency – are still a marker of symbolic wealth. The visiting dancers have brought some of their ornamentation with them: painted bark masks and woven sisal headdresses and belts, some decorated with pig tusks, bird feathers, and shells.
Chewing Betel Nut Almost everyone has a wad of betel nut: areca nut mixed with lime and tobacco, wedged in their mouth. Although technically illegal, the chewing of betel – with its concomitant oral damage – is ubiquitous.
Face Painting In the stifling heat that envelopes us like a wet blanket, the men sit quietly and have their faces painstakingly painted.
Face Painting It is a treat watching the different village designs take shape.
Face Painting
Korogu Cultural Group These dancers from Korogu, East Sepik, have a proud tradition: they were one of the 15 groups who performed at the opening of the Pacific Games held in Port Moresby in 2015.
Man with One Eye Painted
Man being Painted
Making Tail Feathers New costume elements take a long time to put together.
Clay Paint and Sisal Headdress Other costume elements are carefully kept and re-used year after year.
Crocodile Scars and Tail Feathers The costume tail “feathers” are made from all variety of greenery.
Wild Duck Men The dancers spoke their local language and Tok Pisin, but little or no English. If I understood them correctly, their village totem is a local wild duck.
Culture and Dance Group Once they are ready, a group of men pose together with their kundu drums.
Men in Body Paint Brown clay body-paint almost obscures the crocodile scarification on the chests of these men.
Full Face-Paint Thank heavens for the smile (betel-nut damage not-withstanding): this full-face paint is rather ferocious!
Dancing Rhythms It’s early afternoon, and the dancers are finally ready; the troupes make their way out, singing and banging rhythms.
Dancers in front of the Haus Tambaran – the Men’s Spirit House The green in front of the main spirit house in Kanganaman Village is large enough to accommodate a number of dancers. Vendors line the side edges.
Face in the Tail Feathers These dancing costumes are extraordinary! The “tail feathers” are skewered with flowers, fruit and feathers, and almost obscure a spirit mask.
Full Costume The different groups have some fascinating outfits, …
Shells and Sunglasses … which they embellish in their own inimitable style.
Face Paint and a Fur Hat A gum-nut necklace, flower earrings, and a faux-fur hat make for a unique addition to this man’s costume.
Face Paint and Feathers
It was a real pleasure watching the seriousness with which these men prepared for and executed their dances.
I also enjoyed the performances of the women and children – more about them some other time.
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