PMV’s

Yesterday was really neat. We needed to go into town to the market for a few things. Well, town is close enough to walk to if we’re empty handed, and too far if we are carrying something (or someone). The two basic methods of transportation for the average person are 1) walking and 2) taking a PMV. (Public Motor Vehicle – or something to that effect.) Well, Angie had baby Jael with her and I had Shiloh – and we would be coming home with some groceries.

Now, you have to understand some things about PMV’s. Basically, a national driving an old and very compact 15 passenger van with a mini-van sliding door goes back and forth in and out of town – stopping now and again to fill up and unload passengers. It costs 40 toia (about 13 cents) to go into or out of town. I just heard that kids about 12 and under are free – however no one ever said anything when I paid for the kids, too, my first trip. They seem to drive with an organized madness – though I have yet to see an accident. (With so many people crammed into each PMV, even an accident would be fairly cushioned!)

Well, the first two times we took a PMV I was with Joey – and he accomplished the catching of a PMV and paying the driver’s buddy, who always sits up front next to the driver and handles the money and the door. So this trip yesterday was a bit of a trial run. Not to say Angie and I didn’t do our homework. We found out a few days before where to stand in town to catch a PMV going back towards our house. It seems that the corner outside the outdoor veggie market is where people stand to wait for one of the constant ebb and flow of PMV’s. We couldn’t figure out how the line (or lack of one) worked. There are usually between 25 and 100 people standing or sitting on that corner… but when a PMV drives up – about 15 people emerge from the crowd and get in line at the door of the PMV. Now, they do the “stand in line” thing behind the PMV door, but what about the mass of people just waiting around?? I don’t get that yet.

Anyway, we also learned from our language helper where to stand to catch a PMV into town. Now this goes into a little more history – it seems that most streets have a name – though there are no signs. I have heard (?) that there used to be signs and a rebel group tore them all down at one point. Well, they never went back up – if it’s true they were ever up at all. Well, most people seem to be convinced that PMV stops are marked. Or are obvious. I am starting to think it is just a learned thing. I sure haven’t seen anything at all that seems to mark a PMV stop! Time will tell.

So I asked our language helper where the PMV stop outside our apartments that goes INTO town is. She told me (with a little wave of her hand toward the road) – oh, you just stand out there and they will come. Well, my experience has thus far proved otherwise. 🙂 So I pressed her,” Well, where exactly do we stand?” – as we walked closer to the fence. “Oh, just there.” Another little wave. “There?” I point to the little kai bar (little road side restaurant). She gives me a look that means America must be farther off than Mars. “No, there – in front of the Chemica building.” At this point she caught on that I really was clueless. ” You stand there in front of the Chemica building – where those people are – the PMV will come and bring you into town. If you want to go the other way, you stand on the other side of the street.” Well, I am a little less clueless now!!

So back to yesterday – like I said, Angie and I had done some homework and were ready to ride the PMV’s alone. (Alone is relative.) We stood in front of the Chemica building – Jael in arms and Shiloh in tow – money tucked away out of pickpockets sight – and 40t each in hand to pay the PMV guys. There were three people hanging out there already – apparently waiting too. Sure enough, not a full minute went by when a dirty white van with a blue license plate came uncharacteristically slowly around the corner and pulled up to the “PMV stop”. They let people off, and started to leave without any more of us! I was starting to wonder if this is what culture shock feels like – when I realized the tire on the old PMV was all but gone and riding on the rim. They said, “Sori, sori, tyre no gut.” As they drove slowly off and another pulled up in it’s place, I realized people are people, and tires are tyres, and culture shock will have to wait.

We had no trouble getting into town, and even less coming home – though the PMV’s money-taking door-handling buddy did try to convince me to squeeze in next to a young smiling PNG guy when there was a whole empty seat behind him. I (graciously – I think) declined and sat with Shiloh in the empty seat. There are still a lot of things to learn here – and tomorrow’s another day. But yesterday, we rode the PMVs!!

Ok- I must go – yesterday I got groceries, and today a mountain of laundry awaits me 🙂 Another day, another challenge 🙂 Love and hugs to everyone there – Thanks for keeping in touch!! It means so much to me to hear from you!
Love in Christ – the creator of the PMV drivers and the sustainer of our trembling hearts (especially around the corners),
Brooke

Some PNG Q&A

Below is a copy of some questions that my sister asked me about PNG. I thought I’d pass this on to you.

Joey

Has Solomon started warming up to the people yet?

Yes, very much so. I think he just had to get used to people having black skin. One thing that’s awkward is that in most situations we are in, we are the only white people there. Soooooo, everyone stares at us as if we were wearing a clown suit or something. This can make for some uncomfortable situations. But, on the other hand, it is an “in” with the people, and is making it very easy for us to learn Pidgin.

I was just wondering little details like, can you sleep at night or is it too hot and sticky?

It is very very hot here, and we have no air-conditioning. But, we do have ceiling fans in every room except the kitchen. This really helps us manage the heat. And as long as we don’t try to go to sleep on the kitchen floor, its not too hard to get to sleep. We have a metal roof, and so the other night when it rained, it woke us up as it gets really loud. But, then the noise lulls us back to sleep.

Is there a lot of crime in the town or is it pretty peaceful?

Most cities in PNG have a lot of crime. However, I don’t think that any of them compare to what you would see in South Phoenix or on Chili Ave. In light of all that has happened recently in the U.S., my friend Dave said, “You guys are probably in the safest nation on earth right now.” Madang is probably the safest town in all of PNG. The thing that is scary for us is that there are a lot of unknowns. The other night we heard a report (which later we heard was probably not true) that there were 4 guys with guns walking in the street. At the time it was scary, because we just didn’t know what to expect. What we DID do was what we were taught to do, and that is turn off all of our inside lights, turn on all of our outside lights, and not stand in front of a window. Then we brought all the kids into our bedroom and we all slept in the same room that night. It did take longer to get to sleep that night, but God reminded me that the bottom line is that He brought me here for the purpose of reaching people, a job which He is more concerned about than even me. That did settle me down enough to sleep knowing that truly our safety is up to Him.

Is it really green there?

Before I answer that, please remember that the color “green” does not exist anywhere in the state of Arizona, so before reading on please look at a picture of one of the Eastern States. Yes, very green here. This will help you realize how green it is here: We are currently in what people call the “dry season”. This is an interesting term, and is definitely relative. Here, dry season means that it only rains a couple times a week. I can’t wait to see what rainy season is like. I’ll be sending pictures soon, and you’ll see how green it is.

How far are you from the ocean?

It takes me 5 minutes to walk to the ocean. I go there almost every day, as there is usually someone to talk to there. The name of the beach that I’m close to is “Machine Gun Beach”. There is some sort of coastal heavy artillery gun there left over from World War 2, so the people call it Machine Gun Beach. The waves are not very big, and there is no white sand. Just lots and lots and lots of coral. From the beach, I can see across the bay to the Finnisterre Mountains, which is where we hope to be working in about 6 to 8 months. When I first got here and saw them, I was in awe at how big they are. Then, 2 days ago, the cloud cover disappeared, and I saw that they are really 3 times bigger than what I had first seen! I think that during the wet season, the waves will get really big. There is a section of the coast road that is all broken up from when the waves came up a few months ago. I can’t wait to see bigger waves, as the sea has been pretty calm so far.

Is it like a city or more like a village?

Hmmmm, I guess in a lot of ways its like Rocky Point (except greener). There are lots of stores here in town. There is a grocery store just a stone’s throw away from my apartment. Now, its not huge or anything, but its sufficient. About a mile or so away is the market, post office, and banks. The market is just a bunch of people sitting on the ground (and there are some with tables) selling their produce. I’ve only gone their once, but Brooke tries to go a couple times a week for our fresh fruits and vegetables. A whole pineapple costs around $.75 to a $1.00. They had some smaller ones that were about $.25. You can buy betel nut for $.03. I’m not sure if you know what that is or not, so let me describe as being kind of like chewing tobacco. Almost everyone chews it, and they say that it is a mild narcotic. It is bright red, and people chew it and then spit it out, so you see this red spit on the ground EVERYWHERE you go. At nicer stores, they have signs that say, “It is forbidden to chew betel nut, or to spit it out here.” Coconut also grows here, so its pretty cheap. Oh, you can also buy fruit bats at the market. Madang has plenty of bats. Its weird, cause you see them out during the day time. Some guys came down from the mountains and were telling me that he had never seen that before. He said that where he’s from they only come out at night. Anyhow, the bats hang out in the tall trees, and guys take slingshots, and try to shoot them out of the trees. They get them, and they cook ’em and sell them for food. I really want to taste one sometime. I asked a guy how many it takes to fill him up. He said he eats about 3, and then he’s full. Anyhow, its funny how you can see people selling fried bats, and then a hundred feet away, you can walk into a store and find toner cartridges for a laser printer. The dichotomy amazes me.

Arrival in PNG

Hello,

Yes, we have made it safely to our new home here in Madang, PNG. We have settled in, and we are loving it.

First impressions of New Guinea:

Everybody smells. But, I have to say that the people are very friendly, and always willing to chat. A lot of people speak English here in town, but we had to warm up to their accent before we could catch more than 50% of what they were saying.

What lies ahead:

On Monday, the 10th, orientation will officially begin for us. We expect to spend 6-8 months here in Madang before moving into a tribe.

Culture Shock?:

At this point, we are more intrigued with PNG culture than in shock over it. So much about this place seems so wierd, uhhh, I mean, different. Yet, we are more fascinated by the differences than we are traumatized by them.

And finally…

There is a family next door that seems to have about 5 adults and 6 or 7 children. (There is even a two year old boy named Solomon!!) One woman, Clara, has offered to teach us Pidgin anytime we want to come over and chat. What a blessing!!! Please pray for our relationships here as we begin to build them with the nationals. Pray for the makings of good friends who are not too offended before we even start 🙂

Thanks!!
Love to you all,
The Tartaglias

Australian Greetings

If you want to have a really unusual experience, just try this. Enjoy a nice hot 110 degree Phoenix day in August (outside). Get on a plane and fly to Australia where it is 50 degrees and raining. Hang out for a day. It’s chilly. For the real kicker, get on another plane and land in Papua New Guinea where it is 90 degrees with about 110% humidity. Now if that isn’t shocking enough, add three kids, about 18 straight hours of night time, a 16 hour time change, and a customs check on your packet of flower seeds. Anybody know what day it is??

The good news is that, amazingly enough, we are all doing great. What a testimony of God’s goodness and mercy!!! Thanks for praying, just remember, it ain’t over yet!! Love you all!!

The Tartaglias
Joey, Brooke, Shiloh, Marietta, and Solomon

P.S. We are still in the 50 degree raining stage (Australia) 🙂 We are being shown the harbor (the one where the Sydney Opera House resides!) this morning on a long-cut to the airport. We should be in Madang, PNG by 8:30 tonight (Friday, 3:30 AM, Phoenix time). It may be a few days before we will have E-Mail set up again. Will let you know. G’Day, Mate!