Goroka last day

Breakfast at the Bird, downstairs in the bistro. Smorgasbord. And no one in sight except 3 japanese men, dressed in safari wear, eating toast and jam. But the staff at the Bird knew where id been. I had booked in with Samuel and Gilbert. Gilbert carried my bag in. People knew people... Sam started there as a waiter about 20 years beforehand. Him and the Bird go way back together.

At 9am i am the only person driven to the airport in the big new courtesy bus. The driver talks right off " Your the guy that went with Sam, you went up into my country. Howd you find it! First i said Landai and he said Landai and we both grinned. Then i said it was the best place id ever been.

Then i said Moondai and climbed out and into the airport. Im in Sydney 8 hours latter.

and here is the last pic

moondai