‘We landed on a tiny airstrip on the edge of a mountain’: My emergency mission to PNG
Around 24 years ago I got a call asking if I could leave at short notice with a logistician to go to Papua New Guinea.
There’d been a series of landslides and people were cut off from the rest of the country.
On arrival in PNG, I met the logistician from West Africa and we went to a hotel for the night in Port Moresby.
The hotel was surrounded by barbed wire, and it shut its doors at 10pm for safety. If visitors hadn’t left by then, they had to sleep on the floor until it opened in the morning. We spent the evening drinking and telling stories.
