This week we went to the opening day of a Papuan cultural festival taking place on Lake Sentani. It was very hot, but we managed to see some cool stuff before we succumbed to the heat.
This guy was dancing up and down on the pier, "calling" to the boats full of warriors waving bows and arrows around.
This colorful parrot was riding on a woman's head as she watched the warriors dance.
There were several artists displaying their handicrafts, including this woman making pottery.
I got to try the local food, called papeda which is made from sago flour and has - according to one friend - the consistency of elephant snot. I had been warned that to American palates, it's none too tasty, and I admit, it is a bit like eating paste. It is basically tasteless, but the spicy fish eaten with it makes up for the lack of flavor. It has been my observation that most cultures have their own version of porridge - in the South it's grits; out west it's cream of wheat; in other parts of Indonesia, there is bubur, a rice porridge. On their own, these porridges are bland and boring - it's the yummy stuff we add to it that make them delicious (i.e. cheese grits with shrimp).
Our other big event this week was taking part in another dousing of David, this time for soloing in the Caravan.
After his shower, David had to do another flight. Here's a picture of one of his passengers being loaded.