Since I first arrived in Jayapura, I’ve been wanting to visit the border of Papua New Guinea (PNG). The country somehow has always cast a mysterious charisma that allures me.
Not much people know about PNG, not much have been there too, so I promised my self that at least before I leave the island of Papua, I must have set my feet upon PNG soil, eventhough only the border.
And last Sunday, I managed to go there. Thanks to my housemate, Pak Anton, who allowed his car to be brutally abused by the 9 of us.
