Journey’s End
Journey’s End
The
journey to western Papua had been very hard. We had not
been able to make much progress in the heavy rain and
we could only cross rivers with great difficulty. After two
month's journey, we could see smoke in the distance and
knew we must be near a village. There was another
boiling river in front of us, but we managed to
cross it by using a rope bridge that we had brought with us.
At last we approached the village and wondered how we would
be able to communicate with the chief. None of us could
speak the local language. Soon, a young dignified and
smiling man approached us. "Can you speak English?" I
asked hopefully. "Of course," the young man replied. "I was
educated at Oxford University. I'm Chief Naga. Welcome to my
village!"
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