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Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Rego’s Karawa villager carves for a living


It was not our tradition but my dad learnt the ideas and skills somewhere in Port Moresby in 1970s and then he was one of those creative carver in our village. Now it earns us a living in the village.


While attending the University of PNG’s 13th Tourism Convention at the Port Moresby campus by the final year Tourism and Hospitality Management students. My attention was caught by this lone stall towards the end of the display arena. On that day; there were many business houses and SMEs with stalls that were showcasing various products from arts and crafts to catering, body care and many more which resulted in one of the successful events ever staged by the students.

Nevertheless, the focus of this story is on the fifty-seven year old father of seven (7) children, Mr. Lohan Rove who comes from Karawa village in Rigo, Central Province. Mr. Rove dropped out of Grade Six in 1985 from Wood Lagoon Primary School. Whilst in the village, he learnt some carpentry skills with the interest to help is dad who was already into his carving business which he started in the 1970s from his stints as a student at Indubada Vocational School now Port Moresby Technical College.

After grade six, Mr. Lohan become a builder in the community and started building houses for people on contract basis. However, there was no way he was able to earn a consistent income with his carpentry skills and he opted to help his father with the carving business.

Life in the village became harder for Mr. Rove when he got married in 1989. Karawa village being located further inland from the sea, there was no easy options available for Mr. Rove and his family to make money or venture into any fisheries business or cash crop farming activities to earn a living. The accessibility to the area from Port Moresby also contributes to the hardships the Karawa community endures.

Towards the late 1980s, Mr. Rove involved fully with his father in the carving business and ensured that he learn all the skills and ideas to be a skilful carver like his father. Once the carvings have been completed, the different types, sizes and shapes made of Rosewood, Walnut and Mangroves are then taken into Port Moresby city by road to sell at Boroko Arts and Craft Market or sell at other convenient places in the city. Mr. Rove admitted that; this was only way he can sell his carvings which is the hardest way around for him in the city. Sometimes it takes weeks and months to sell a caving whilst living with his close friends and family in the city.

The carvings like, coffee tables, Kundu drums and ukulele are not easy sell out items in the city, the family usually lives with friends in the city and sells the carvings daily at the Boroko Craft Market. Sometimes when he is lucky, few of the customers do place their orders for a specifically curved item and that makes his work easy. When asked about how many bigger orders he did managed to delivered since he started to took over from his late dad, Mr. Rove said;  ‘’We do not take bulk orders but less than ten (10) of the same type or different types within ten piece was our limit since we started but we can take more than that.’’

The tables have a special folding leg frame which is skilfully curved out of a piece of log which can give three or four poles to support the wooden table top (either square or round) when loosen and straightened.

According to Mr. Lohan, the trade of designing and curving out the folding leg frame from a piece of log was learnt by Loha’s father in the 1970s at a market stall at Koki Girl’s Guide in the 1970s. The design seems to have brought from India by the Indian teachers who were teaching at the Indubada Technical College which is now Port Moresby Technical College.

Now Mr. Lohan is a creative carver with expert skills to curve out dinner and coffee tables to ukulele and other souvenir items on request or as his usual products. One of his fastest selling curved item in Port Moresby and in the village is the eight (8) string ukulele curved out of Rosewood and Mangroves. The local churches and string band groups have been using his ukulele product and it became one of the fastest selling item for him. The ukulele is cost K250.00 and comes with standard fret from Keynote Music House and strings doubled to effect the pitch and tone quality of the ukulele to attune into the standard musical pattern and rage. 

When asked if he have other interests to pursue in life apart from carving, he said; ‘I took over this trade and skills from my dad who raised us through the income from carving and now I have done it for my family and I will maintain what I’m doing to keep my father’s legacy. I have been teaching my children about carving skills while the Karawa community youths are also into carving to earn an income.’’ The competition in the carving within the Karawa community seemed to have set some standards in quality which was the reason why Mr. Loha’s products seemed to have originated from a well-equipped workshop with and the prices worth their value with the following range;
Coffee table (big) K1200.00
Coffee table (small) K800.00
Kundu drum (standard) K550.00
Ukulele (standard) K250.00

Out of the items Mr. Lohan has been producing, the Kundu Drum, which is the hardest item he has been producing so far. Because of the hallow and opening on either end with one side for beating and the other for the sound emission, it takes a lot of time to create one to the shape of the Kundu Drum with decorated patterns and handles outside.

Apart from carving some of the unimaginable items over the years with his father and now himself and his children into the curving business, he also makes himself available for carpentry work in the village and Rigo area. There are few challenges that are beyond his control, hence he only wish if one day there will be a market specifically for carvers in Rigo District or in Port Moresby where there is storage area for safe keeping of the carvings as well.

Indeed carving is really a tough artwork which comes with commitment that turns time into creativity. The works of the artisans, carvers, porters, artists and painters are some ways of looking into our past to ensure those items of cultural significant and cultural heritages coexist with the modern influences of the 20th century. It would be rational for a leader to provide subsidy or incentives for such people who have taken their own initiatives to hold on to the skills and knowledge that are important to our societies as a livelihood support.

Photos courtesy of; #raonraonpng
Link to The National Newspaper article of the same story; Rigo villager carves a living

Mr. Loha and Naithan after the interview at UPNG Campus

Mr. Loha with his products and the special folding leg frame for tables


Thursday, August 29, 2019

The Kapakapa Trail - Personal Diary #1

being an enthusiastic person to see and explore new places was my motivation but I did not realized that I was accompanying those well-conditioned trekkers from PNG and overseas.  

Whilst I could be the first PNG Government Officer to completed the full length of  Kapa Kapa Trail, a distance of 2700km approx in 18days of continuous walking until Girua Bridge (Popondetta) and onto Buna. 

I'm grateful to my employer PNG Tourism Promotion Authority for the opportunity and support. Also to Getaway Trekking Adventures for the logistics on the trail. Buna Treks & Tours boys from Central and Oro side for your endless support throughout the duration of 18days trekking. 

The local trekkers were young fellows who've heard stories of the WWII and the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angles but they have proven to us that; they have the genes of their grandparents who endured all odds on the trek to ensure that their masters were safe. I could imagine the different settings of the environment and trekking gears used those times of the war and today as tourism interest on the trek. We have good rests and there was always someone with refreshment (locally preferred word) consist of fruits and garden food to share with trekkers. 

 Whilst looking back to the interest of the local trekkers to take care of us in every situations on the trek,  there was overwhelming liveliness. The excitements on the trek were fueled by jokes, local songs and music from the solar powered boomboxes which were mounted onto the top of the trekking bags. We could surely feel the tiredness at some stages of the trekking but no boredom could never find us along the trek, there was always a local guide trekker or expat trekker checking on each other. 

 It could be the knowledge and skills the locals have learned to be into the business of trekking and guiding on the Kapakapa Trek but there the legacy of Fuzzy Wuzzy lives on. The younger generations have opted to live the footsteps of their great grand parents who lived to the name during the Second World War for Kokoda Campign and Buna Front Campaign by the Allied Forces. 

I will hardly forget those countless memories and experiences navigating upstream Kemp Welsh River, pushing boats, hiking uphill and downhill descending continuously for the average of 6 hours each day has become part of the Kapakapa Trek for me. The canopy walk without the exposure of the sun, the bush camps with bush fires all-around, the near to freezing point streams, the brush turkey eggs for lunch and dinner. Cooking the local foods in different ways, collecting galip nuts, getting to taste a lot of fruits, nuts and food along the treks forms a part of never to forget memory of me on Kapakapa Trek.  

The Ghost Mountain at the elevation of 2000+ meters above sea levels was a challenging climb on the trek with couple of adventures. At one stage, we lost the GPS trekking signal and arrived at the abandoned Suaru village. The heavy rainfall welcomed us back into the abandoned village and our tents were setup under the rain. Sadly, two of our guide trekkers (porters) who were carrying the  group canvas or tent for the guides went off-trek and met up with a waiting group on the other-side of the hill separated by terrains and rivers. 

It was fun onsite, we gradually made a big fireplace from the logs and dry woods at the site and collected rainwater from the canvas that was providing shelter for us. Those rainwater were used when there was no water for tea.

 Despite the slippery tracks, the fast flowing creeks and off the beaten tracks that could not pickup GPS and satellites signals, we all had fun with our endless songs and new war cry "Fire Wara" and what the Uda Boroma are you ?

The nights in the campsites were totally different from the villages, there were big fireplaces on each of the four corners of the campsite whilst candles lights were placed at separate areas to cast light over the camping area. It was us (trekkers) under the trees in the area used to be home to birds and other animals. 

However, the nights in the overnight villages feels like someone is welcoming you whole night. The exotic Rigo inland dialect songs voiced by children and elders over the acoustic guitar gave us the well deserved lullaby into rest.  

Depends on the elevation levels, some places were warm and hot whilst some were so cold that we have to unpack our sleeping bags and wrap ourselves until 5.30am call for packing and breakfast before setting off on the journey. 

The rivers and creeks were so cold to the near freezing point and the good part of the reconditioning therapy for trekkers is the naturally cold creeks.  To explain how cold the creeks where is unreal but if anyone has to be under the water for more than a minute loses the consciousnesses. The cold water therapy us outdoing all the pains I had from the 5-7hours work each day to reach the next camp.

Im also grateful with Buddy Walbino's boys from Central side and the Buna Treks and Tours boys under the leadership of Peter Bonga. 
Not forgetting our host villages from Sirimu to Buna. You all have a tradition that is blended well into your cultures and that's where the force of attraction is on Tourism for Kapa Kapa Trail. 

Thanks to Kevin, Joe & Julie, Stephan, Donna, James, Rachael, Peter Gamgee for the team efforts.

#KapaKapaTrail #KokondaTrack #BunaTreksTours #GetawayTrekking #pngtourism #pngtravel #pngjourneys #ghostmountainboys #raonraonpng
Talking to the community at Itokam Village in Oro Province

Group Photo at New Suwai Village

At the top of Ghost Mountain. Photo by: Donna

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Heartaching memories do haunt

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” ― Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy -
My dearest brother Emmen Wasi (MnM) , I your beloved and your Ten (10) is living with heartaches forever because you were too young to be called home. I blamed no one for you gone too soon but the Creator of you and me has plans like this too.

From the collection of photos at DWU, I realized that, you made this one using Adobe Photoshop on my PC at home after the graduation day.

We met at Kopen Secondary School when I was in grade eleven (11) and you were in nine (9).
As a student leader, I corrected you on a minor mistake at the dinner table and your respect over me earned the trust and formed the friendship between you and me from there.

You followed me to Madang and enrolled at Madang Technical College when I was in my second year at DWU. Most students were thinking that you were a DWU student since my room became your room.
During my semester holidays, my room at DWU became your room to learn computer and then people told me you were too good with computer lessons at Mateco. I was proud and did anything I can for you when I have whatever you deserve. And I know all your secrets and importantly the wallet with no cash and pockets with coins only. Our moments were lively over one plate of white rice with RD Dolly Tuna over it from DWU mess.

The times passed, I moved on to work with MTS after DWU and you graduated with PETT certificate in Sheet Metal Fabrication and got employed in Porgera mine. We achieved one of our many little dreams among the big ones.

With your selfless gratitude and trust over me as your brother, you alone came for my graduation with a 40kg bag filled with pineapple only. To make your journey over to my graduation day worse, the 5km landslide in Chimbu made you carry the 40kg pineapple bag to the other side safely and got into Madang at early morning.
We stayed at my room at Madang Resort compound and it became your home during your field breaks from Porgera.

I can't write more of your generosity, senses of humour, unique character, so loving and caring personality traits and above all, you were one gentleman with attitudes of being a true man for anyone in your life.
If the Creator did gave you chances to live, we would have achieved some of those big dreams together by now because I know we can.

It only hurts for me to see into those photos of ours, your scribbled files of homework, assignments and notes for me on desktop among my old files.

You promised to sister Julie and Jj when they visited me in Madang that, your next break, you will spend with them in POM. Now when they heard of your sad news and it's so hard to comprehend, how saddened they were while pointing our graduation photos on the wall of our house.

The big baby Jj enjoyed your arms when you carried her around in Madang following sister Juls (best babysitter). She is now big girl and sees all the photos of Madang with you and appreciates it but not the person you now.
I was surprised by the news of you gone too early and it leaves an immense spaces for bonding friendship of such we had as brotherhood I cannot compare now.

I asked for the burial site information and now got the location correctly. Next time I will be in the Province, I will frame this photo for you and drop it off at your site as a respect to you my MnM.

It hurts too much but cannot afford the superstition powers get you back to live again till the last day. I don't want to say; "Rest in Peace" because it hurts so much but rather "Return If Possible"

From your Ten (10) 
Pics: Edited by; Emmen Was at DWU Feehan Hall, 2007

Monday, June 3, 2019

Birds Haven - Western Province's Lake Murray

Nestled among the trees on an island spit, Lake Murray lodge overlooks beautiful Lake Murray. Here in the remote reaches of Papua New Guinea, one truly feels that they are on the edge of the earth. The almost unbroken quiet of the lake is barely disturbed by the gentle sounds of dugout canoes seamlessly gliding through the water. Despite some Western influences, the tribes in this remote area still maintain many of their ancient and traditional customs and ways of life.



Read more from the link below shared by SPTO

https://consumer.southpacificislands.travel/lake-murray-lodge/

Monday, May 20, 2019

A local and PNG Engineer has fallen in love with the native birds

I did it my own way for nearly 30 years and need support from government and others to
ensure our bird species are accounted for the interest of tourism and undiscovered exotic products are promoted.
 -Mr. Samuel Kepuknai - 

Samuel Kepuknai is a native from Kiunga’s Drimskai village and a former Aircraft Maintenance Engineer (AME) with the TALAIR airline company in the 1980s and was based in Goroka.  After the aircraft company ceased its operations in the country, Mr. Kepuknai returned back to his home village with hopes of working for the giant copper and gold mine at OkTedi. 

Read more details from the link below published by The National Newspaper 

PNG local engineer has fallen in love with birds

Mr. Samuel Kepuknai at Wawoi Falls in Kiunga, Western Province