Fly into Port Moresby, sleep a night, and treat it as a hub. Then pick two of the four countries inside this one. The Highlands, for Mount Hagen in August or Goroka in September, with Tari for the Huli. The Sepik, by canoe out of Wewak. The islands, for diving at Kimbe Bay or Milne Bay. Or the Kokoda Track, eight to ten days on its own. Two weeks covers two. Book the domestic flights first, and come between June and October.
Fun fact
Papua New Guinea has 840 living languages, more than any other country and about one in eight spoken on earth. Valleys walled off by mountains, and coasts cut apart by swamp and sea, kept people apart long enough for their speech to diverge. Tok Pisin, a plantation creole, is how they now bargain.
Stereotypes, sorted out
The realityThe warnings are real and specific. Foreign ministries name Port Moresby, Lae and Mount Hagen for opportunistic, sometimes violent crime. Visitors manage it with arranged transfers, no walking after dark in those cities, and an operator who knows the ground. Read your government's advisory first.
The realityLogistics and land are the constraint. Domestic flights are the only practical link between regions, and they are costly and change often. Outside the towns you sleep in lodges and village guesthouses. Roughly 97 per cent of land is customary, so independent trips are arranged ahead with locals.
The realityThe Mount Hagen and Goroka shows began in the 1950s as gatherings between groups, and still are: the audience is mostly Papua New Guinean, clans compete for standing, and the dress is made by its wearers. Visitors are photographed as much as they photograph. Village sing-sings keep no tourist dates.
The realityMobile phones are everywhere, Highlands coffee is exported worldwide, and liquefied natural gas is the largest export earner. What holds is clan and language identity underneath, so a person can carry a smartphone, speak three languages and still have their duties set by their village.
Cultural notes that actually help
- Ask before you photograph, every time. Dress, adornment and dance are owned by clans, and a portrait taken without a word is a taking. At the shows people usually say yes and often ask for a small payment, which is fair.
- You arrive as someone's guest. With almost all land held under customary title, a walk, a beach or a cave normally has an owner, and your guide is also the person who negotiated your presence. Pay what the arrangement says, through them.
- Wantok is the organising principle. The word is Tok Pisin for "one talk", meaning people who share your language, and the obligations that run between them explain a great deal of what looks like inefficiency to an outsider.
- Betel nut (buai) is chewed constantly and the red stains on every pavement are the evidence. Port Moresby has restricted its sale and public chewing at various points, so follow the rule you are told on the day.
- Dress modestly, particularly women, and particularly outside the resorts. Knees covered is the practical standard, and a meri blouse or a laplap is normal everyday wear.
- Cash is how most things are paid for, in small notes. Cards work in Port Moresby hotels and a handful of Lae and Madang businesses, and nowhere else worth planning around.
- Sunday matters. Papua New Guinea is overwhelmingly Christian, church attendance is high, and in many villages Sunday is not a day for arranging anything.
Famous Papua New Guinean faces

Sir Michael Somare

Justin Olam

James Marape

Sir Paulias Matane

Marcus Bai
Sir Vincent Serei Eri
George Telek
Mathias Kauage
Dame Nora Vagi Brash
Ryan Pini
Dika Toua
Sir Julius Chan
Dame Carol Kidu
Russell Soaba
Michael Mel
Anslom Nakikus
Sanguma
Steven Kari
Toea Wisil
Must-try Papua New Guinean food

Tropical fruit
Pawpaw, mango, soursop, guava and bananas nobody exports. See Gordons market.

Highlands coffee
Arabica from around Goroka and Mount Hagen, the second farm export. Drink it there.
Mumu
The national dish: pork, roots and greens steamed for hours over hot stones in a pit.
Aigir
Tolai chicken or fish with kaukau, aibika and ginger, cooked down in coconut cream.
Chicken pot
Chicken in coconut milk with whatever greens and roots are to hand. The everyday meal.
Sago grubs
Palm weevil larvae from felled sago palms, raw or skewered and roasted. Sepik food.
Lamb flaps
Imported mutton belly, grilled at roadside stands. Not traditional, but everywhere now.
Kaukau
Sweet potato, the Highlands staple. Baked in ashes, boiled, or buried in the mumu.
Saksak
Sago starch washed from palm pith, set into a jelly dumpling or pan-cooked with coconut.
Aibika
A hibiscus leaf, the everyday green, slightly gelatinous and simmered in coconut milk.
Pitpit
Highlands cane vegetable, closer to asparagus on the plate, grilled in its husk.
Taro and yam
Older staples that still carry status in Milne Bay. Trobriand yam harvests are ceremonial.
Reef fish and mud crab
Whatever came in that afternoon: grilled reef fish, or mud crab in coconut cream.
Sago pudding
Sago, mashed banana and coconut cream cooked into a thick, chewy dessert.
Kulau
Green drinking coconut, hacked open at the roadside for water, then split for the flesh.

