My Friend John

John walked up to me when I got off the plane in Mt. Hagen, while the rest of the crowd just stared.  He worked for a missionary group that had left the country a while back, but still owned property, for which John was the caretaker.  They owned a basic building in town and John offered me to stay at.  As there was no other hotel in town, it was a fantastic offer. John turned out to be a good friend to share meals and conversations with during a week of staying in town. 

Knowing I wanted to experience a "Sing-Sing", he arranged on at his village, where many of the sing-sing photographs were taken.

These photographs are of John and his buddies preparing for the event in 1989.