I lived in Igam Barracks in Lae for 2 years when my father was posted there from the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF). His name is William Fiedler.
The trappings of colonialism were still all around when we stayed there in the mid 80s.
We had a house Mary who came over from a nearby village and worked for us, Mrs C. There was a hut behind each house for the house Mary or house man. Pidgin English was spoken. Betel nut stains covered the sidewalks in Lae.
Still it was an incredible experience for a 10 year old I'd like to go back one day, but it's unlikely I'll ever get the chance.
Truly an amazing place and people.
Lived in Lae as well, em tasol. Did middle & high school at tisol. Many ppl I've met since then cant believe that I lived in png - until I show pics.
Why is it unlikely? Seems like quite the adventure to pursue at some point in your life as a small goal. You should pursue it before your body decides for you.
Because it's a dangerous place my friend