A quick fly-by post today to show some cards I made recently.
What I love about these is that, aside from the base card and the flower, they are made entirely from scraps and offcuts and the free paper that comes in scrapbook magazines. I would also brag that they are made entirely from stash, but since there are no scrap-booking stores in Port Moresby, every thing I make is from stash
The main roads in town are being redone in anticipation of the upcoming visit of Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall. This has led to some very long delays and some rather scary detours. One day last week I ended up on a 1.5 lane road that was trying to accommodate 5 lanes of traffic, three going in my direction and two going the other way. It was raining and there were many many potholes. It was at this point that I realised I no longer need to be worried about my driving skills. If I can push my way through that, then I can drive any where. However, this detour did take me through a rather scary part of town, past a large market with big crowds of people (something to be avoided here), so I found an alternate route for the rest of the week.
After 6 months of driving on the roads here in Papua New Guinea without incident, both Gorgeous Man and I had people try to open the rear car passenger door while we were stopped in traffic. Two different locations, on different sides of town, but one day after the other. It was pretty scary and I’m glad Gorgeous Girl wasn’t in the car either time and that we always drive with the car doors locked and the windows up.
Many ex-patriot women in Port Moresby choose not to drive and those who work for (or are married to employees of) big American companies are not allowed to drive at all. They must use a company car and driver at all times. This rule also applies to the American companies’ male employees. Other NGOs have the requirement that two vehicles travel together at all times, or they provide a security guard to travel with their employees. I would say that security is the biggest adjustment that most people have to face when moving to PNG. For us, we don’t drive at night. So, no deciding we don’t want to cook dinner and popping out for a meal or going to a movie.
I don’t drive to a new place unless I’ve driven the route with Gorgeous Man first to make sure that I won’t get lost and that it is in an OK area to drive though. My car door incident came on my way home from Craft Group on Friday. However, I can’t let an isolated incident stop me from doing something that I enjoy.
I have a charity vest that just needs the ends woven in. Seems like that job takes longer to do than to knit the whole vest…