
After a day spent eating various foods done every Nov. I thought about the clans and tribes visited last week in the Sepik area of Papua, New Guinea and wondered what they would think about our Thanksgiving. Undoubtedly they would really get into the fact that families and friends gather together to feast, they do that often within the close knit clans along the banks of the sensual and steamy Karawai River. Enter a village and there is no doubt they are close. Instead of turkey they would have some type of exotic, to us anyway, bird. Instead of mashed potatoes they would eat a dish made from the sago palm, in the highlands that would be substituted by huge sweet potatoes. No doubt that some sort of fish would fit in, fishing is a daily chore there. Kids would be running in packs there as here, I saw every indication of parental affection in every village visited. One big difference I imagine is that they have more than one holiday giving thanks. My last though was imagining the family hopping into a dugout canoe and heading out to shop on Black Friday. I pictured the pile up of canoes clogging the river and screaming paddlers fighting for a place to tie up. Nope that just doesn’t fit into their lifestyle and for that they should be thankful.
Labels: Festivals, PNG, Sepik River
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Kent you captured png and brought it back with you! I can hear the bugs and jungle animals sing me to sleep after reading your blog! Wonderful writing. When do I get to read your memoirs?! Frank
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