Kiwi gal living in Port Moresby, playing housewife, sweating through several changes of clothes a day, and trying to avoid expat alcoholism, all whilst consuming vast quantities of coffee on a daily basis, washed down with several cups of herbal tea. She's a hard life.
Well, it’s that time of year, when the schools are finishing up, kids and wives go away for Christmas waiting for hubby’s to catch up later, and then all those families that go pinis (go finish – leave) after finishing … Continue reading → […]
There is something to be said about life in another country, it either makes you a more tolerant person, or less so. Sadly, here in Moresby it can flit from one day to the next, but there is one thing … Continue reading → […]