As promised, here’s the sign post – complete with captions under the photos (since my own Pa complained about my wayward ways last time).
Papua New Guinea is, in the rare case that you were previously unenlightened, a commonwealth country – which means (among other things) that we drive on the left here and walk on the right. And when it has rained hard for a few days, we don’t walk or drive at all – we sink.
For something less than fifty dollars, I can get my own PNG license, but the licensing place burned to the ground a few weeks ago, so I’m out of luck at the moment.
Here we see the typical Ukarumpa road sign. Partly unreadable, sure, but no one around here cares. In fact, the way you can tell if someone is a local or not is if they use street names. If they do, they haven’t been here long enough to realize street names are completely ignored. Who needs street names (the argument goes) if mail comes to PO Boxes and every house has a lot number? And, as sad as it sounds, I’m not really sure what my own road is named – I think it starts with an “S”…
Speaking of lot numbers, here’s what they look like (above). One of my students tripped over mine a while ago and ripped it clean out of the ground. I stuck it back in, of course, but on particularly wet days, it sags something fierce.
This one, I think, means there’s a turtle with a squarish tail and squarish head approaching. They are, I’m told, carnivorous. Actually, it just means there’s a speed bump. But carnivorous turtles could be just on the other side.
That’s right. Like all good towns, we have a volunteer fire department.
For those of you who think Ukarumpa sounds suspiciously like OompaLoompa, I offer this sign with no further commentary.
And finally, here’s the sign for our goodly clinic. Why there’s an icon of man doing a jig at the bottom is, I fear, still unclear to me.