Just browsing the forums, this brought back a heck of a lot of memories. I've flown in most parts of the world now, one day I figure I'll even get back to Oz, but it's always PNG that I recall most vividly in the 30 years I've had driving around the sky. The last time I saw some of these places was back in '78.
I spent 4 years flying in PNG. Lost some friends, made a heck of a lot of good ones though and still keep in touch. Although a lot of today's academics would argue with me, I reckon I owe my life on more than one occasion to the things I learnt from others (or learnt the hard way!) in PNG. It's not something you can get from a book or a lecture. The biggest lesson I learned there though, was that it wasn't that I was that good a driver, there were a heck of lot of guys better than me who managed to kill themselves there. Never underestimate good luck.
Thanks for the memories!