Indonesian Diary World
Notes from the jungles of Irian Jaya. “The river was far from the village and bathing was rare. The moss forest was cramped, cold and difficult. There were no deer, monkey, tigers or bear. Caleb’s people, the Una, did not yet make iron, textiles or pottery. It was not a place of natural abundance but a mountain land, soaked in cold rain, where you could not see the sunset. We were on the central spine of New Guinea, a vast island, 2400 kilometres long, marooned between Australia and the Pacific” (4,200 words)
