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A thread where ex PNG geriatrics lapuns and long longs can live in the dim distant past.
Where tall stories are accepted as fact. War stories are applauded. Grab a Brownie, pull up a story and join in a trip down memory lane!!! 
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TD you is lucky/unlucky whichever way you want to look at it.
I did hear a couple of feelgood stories from port morbid I have no way of knowing if theyre tru one can only hope so.
A bunch of rascals raided a whitepuk social pissup with the intent of rob and murder only to discover it was the Moresby pistol club do. and they were armed. bang bang !
Har har
Another was a limo driver was stopped and he whipped out an Uzi and got a few of the buggers as they ran away
Anyone got any other good luck stories?
I did hear a couple of feelgood stories from port morbid I have no way of knowing if theyre tru one can only hope so.
A bunch of rascals raided a whitepuk social pissup with the intent of rob and murder only to discover it was the Moresby pistol club do. and they were armed. bang bang !
Har har
Another was a limo driver was stopped and he whipped out an Uzi and got a few of the buggers as they ran away
Anyone got any other good luck stories?
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RV6 you must have known Norm Camp and Bob Waller. Last saw Bob at Keith Buxton's funeral on the Gold Coast. Bob drove me to Mt Hagen when the Kassam Pass was almost impassable (did a sump at Henganofi)... but what a place for hospitality is that place called HGU!!
I believe Geffrey Bowen-Jones (TAA Manager, New Guinea) financed Norm Camp into his first tourist bus for the Travaire Tours mainly for the trip to the Baiyer River Bird of Paradise Sanctuary.
One thing I've never found out is how Bryan Grey got a story, front page to boot, into the Post-Courier about Air Niugini buying a Submarine. I fielded so many questions on - that it amazed me how people believed it!!
I believe Geffrey Bowen-Jones (TAA Manager, New Guinea) financed Norm Camp into his first tourist bus for the Travaire Tours mainly for the trip to the Baiyer River Bird of Paradise Sanctuary.
One thing I've never found out is how Bryan Grey got a story, front page to boot, into the Post-Courier about Air Niugini buying a Submarine. I fielded so many questions on - that it amazed me how people believed it!!
Hagen Days
Yes, I first met Norm Camp in '61, he owned a coffee plantation just outside the town on the Korn Farm road, later the airport road I think.
Bob Waller? can't remember that one.
Remember a gent called John Watts - had one of the first tea plns up there. It was along the S wall of the valley from Korn Farm.
I spent a fair bit of time on real 'patrol' work while in Hagen. Did one over the range into the Jimi and back - that was one hell of a walk. About 2-3 days hard slog, but 15 mins in a 185. But at least it was cooler than the Ramu, where I was out for weeks on end between Aiome and Annanberg, Chungrebu,Bunabun. Did the walk Aiome to Simbai a couple times...again 2 days flat out, but 15' in a Cessna!
Moved from Hagen late '61, went to releive on Kar Kar Is for several months, then spent a year in Madang District till '63.
happy days,
Yes, I first met Norm Camp in '61, he owned a coffee plantation just outside the town on the Korn Farm road, later the airport road I think.
Bob Waller? can't remember that one.
Remember a gent called John Watts - had one of the first tea plns up there. It was along the S wall of the valley from Korn Farm.
I spent a fair bit of time on real 'patrol' work while in Hagen. Did one over the range into the Jimi and back - that was one hell of a walk. About 2-3 days hard slog, but 15 mins in a 185. But at least it was cooler than the Ramu, where I was out for weeks on end between Aiome and Annanberg, Chungrebu,Bunabun. Did the walk Aiome to Simbai a couple times...again 2 days flat out, but 15' in a Cessna!
Moved from Hagen late '61, went to releive on Kar Kar Is for several months, then spent a year in Madang District till '63.
happy days,
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Feelthie Pictures
Ah Hanoi!
November 25 1974, DC3 VH- SBB.
Self and a bright new F/O Mike Pr....ton, flew 26 Students from Puget Sounds Uni along with their leader, from Madang-Wewak then on to Djayapura. On contacting Sentani Tower I was asked if I had a clearance. I confirmed with the leader that all their paperwork, entry visa etc was in order and advised the twr all was ok and proceeded on and landed.
Still up front finishing off my paperwork, I noticed that no-one was deplaning and shortly afterwards was advised by the Uni leader my presence was required at the door.
A bemedalled Indon opened the conversation with the statement. " You can not land here as you have not been cleared, you are under arrest and no one is allowed off the aircraft!" I think that I mumbled some sort of apology and then started to extract all from the mire.
PX operated fortnightly QF flights to Djayapura and all necessary clearances etc was carried out by both airlines. BUT in this instance, this flight was on an 'off-fortnight' and nobody had sought the appropiate diplomatic clearances. The students had the correct visas etc and in fact held hotel bookings and a hotel bus was at the airport to take them to town. Their onward Garuda bookings had also been confirmed for the following day..
The Indons knew all about their arrival, but no clearance to arrive had been given.
The Indons left us all onboard the aircraft saying that they would possibly have to put us all up in the town jail until the matter was resolved.
While they went back to the terminal, I managed to contact CAA Madang advising them of the problem requesting that they advise PX Moresby to contact me on HF for the details and to get on to Canberra to sort things out there.
After an hour or so, the Indons let us off the aircraft but could not go anywhere else. The passengers bus and reception group was still waiting.
After a further long wait, the odd radio call to POM, the Indons attitude seemed to slowly improve. I was very glad that HF radio comms were excellent that day.
Having been over the border on many occasions, I was aware of their pleasure in getting feelthie pictures, I carried a number of playboy, Penthouse and whatever else I could scrounge of the guys around POM on this flight. I never actually 'gave' them the mags, I just left them by the rear door and advised them that they were there along with a couple of cartons of good old SP for their use. The mags, beer and unused food quickly disappeared!
After another long wait, the word was that the correct documentation had been provided, the passengers were allowed entry and SBB was allowed to depart. I think that we got back to Wewak just befor last light after a rather long day.
Good old Hugh Hefner, he saved us from sleeping in less than salubrious quarters that night.
November 25 1974, DC3 VH- SBB.
Self and a bright new F/O Mike Pr....ton, flew 26 Students from Puget Sounds Uni along with their leader, from Madang-Wewak then on to Djayapura. On contacting Sentani Tower I was asked if I had a clearance. I confirmed with the leader that all their paperwork, entry visa etc was in order and advised the twr all was ok and proceeded on and landed.
Still up front finishing off my paperwork, I noticed that no-one was deplaning and shortly afterwards was advised by the Uni leader my presence was required at the door.
A bemedalled Indon opened the conversation with the statement. " You can not land here as you have not been cleared, you are under arrest and no one is allowed off the aircraft!" I think that I mumbled some sort of apology and then started to extract all from the mire.
PX operated fortnightly QF flights to Djayapura and all necessary clearances etc was carried out by both airlines. BUT in this instance, this flight was on an 'off-fortnight' and nobody had sought the appropiate diplomatic clearances. The students had the correct visas etc and in fact held hotel bookings and a hotel bus was at the airport to take them to town. Their onward Garuda bookings had also been confirmed for the following day..
The Indons knew all about their arrival, but no clearance to arrive had been given.
The Indons left us all onboard the aircraft saying that they would possibly have to put us all up in the town jail until the matter was resolved.
While they went back to the terminal, I managed to contact CAA Madang advising them of the problem requesting that they advise PX Moresby to contact me on HF for the details and to get on to Canberra to sort things out there.
After an hour or so, the Indons let us off the aircraft but could not go anywhere else. The passengers bus and reception group was still waiting.
After a further long wait, the odd radio call to POM, the Indons attitude seemed to slowly improve. I was very glad that HF radio comms were excellent that day.
Having been over the border on many occasions, I was aware of their pleasure in getting feelthie pictures, I carried a number of playboy, Penthouse and whatever else I could scrounge of the guys around POM on this flight. I never actually 'gave' them the mags, I just left them by the rear door and advised them that they were there along with a couple of cartons of good old SP for their use. The mags, beer and unused food quickly disappeared!
After another long wait, the word was that the correct documentation had been provided, the passengers were allowed entry and SBB was allowed to depart. I think that we got back to Wewak just befor last light after a rather long day.
Good old Hugh Hefner, he saved us from sleeping in less than salubrious quarters that night.
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seeing as though all you old timers are visiting this thread, I thouight some one out there might be able to help me. I am looking for some photographs of an old C310 that used to reside in PNG with the rego P2-PVT. (alright Ozex and woomera, bite ya lips). Any one remember her being up there?.
Animalclub Was it you I heard a tale about the other day? being a wide eyed passenger on an extreemly quiet approach into morbid?. could explain why you were so casual when we couldn't restart the starboard fan on an endo you did with me in a Pn68b long taim bepour............not long after you did my GFPT down at murry field.
Ozex, expect a call from some friends of mine soon. I gave them ya details. they gone up to Goroka to run MAF, again. seems once its in ya blood ya keep going back. look after em, they good folk. (although they probably won't enjoy the same passtimes as we do
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RV6-VNE, whats all this about semi retiring? you still doing the odd low level and TW endo? (I sent ya a student recently and she had a great time.)
What about ya studying of herbs and cereals? ya still going to do that?.
hows that beautiful old 170 going?, still like new as last time I saw it?.
Animalclub Was it you I heard a tale about the other day? being a wide eyed passenger on an extreemly quiet approach into morbid?. could explain why you were so casual when we couldn't restart the starboard fan on an endo you did with me in a Pn68b long taim bepour............not long after you did my GFPT down at murry field.
Ozex, expect a call from some friends of mine soon. I gave them ya details. they gone up to Goroka to run MAF, again. seems once its in ya blood ya keep going back. look after em, they good folk. (although they probably won't enjoy the same passtimes as we do
)RV6-VNE, whats all this about semi retiring? you still doing the odd low level and TW endo? (I sent ya a student recently and she had a great time.)
What about ya studying of herbs and cereals? ya still going to do that?.
hows that beautiful old 170 going?, still like new as last time I saw it?.
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Wamena Tar Flights.
Following on from my previous post concerning the ICBM's, I did a number of DC3 trips to Djayapura-Wamena in May 1971 flying in 44 gallon drums of tar for that airport's upgrade.( Remember the Twin Pioneer wreckage off the western end?)
As has been said, the Indon military provided all the rice-power to load and unload as it was not too long after they took over from the Dutch and did not trust the locals too much.
I recall arriving one morning from Vanimo to find an air of expectancy around the place. Flags, bunting flying, bands playing with everyone in anticipation of some event. We were advised that a 'real heavy' from Jakarta was due to arrive a bit later. Finishing loading we went off to Wamena.
Arriving back some three hours later, a Lockheed Jetstar was on the tarmac and you could sense tension in the air. Armed personal on alert and no sign of joviality as on our first arrival.The ground crew said that during ourt absence, a few West Papua New Guineans had pulled down the Indon flag and tried to run up the Free Papua Movement Flag. I must have read about Hone Heke at Waitangi!) I believe that they were caught and dealt with.
Some years later, I help train a West Papua New Guinean who told me that his brother was shot trying to run-up the Free Papua Flag years earlier. Later on, Nick spoke about stealing a DC3 to use as a bomber and left PNG for Sweden.
BOB WALLER.
Had his own construction company in Hagen and I lived next door to him in 1966 and last saw him at Sir Dennis Buchanan's funeral.
What about the baker. The Great Dane or his German mate (Helmut) from Madang who after a weekend poker game would consume a carton of Champers waiting for the flight to Madang.
Or "Good Morning" Brian Heagney, who could and would consume half a bottle of scotch between Hagen and Lae or on return during a Baron flight. He would always leave Lae so to arrive in Hagen near last light.
Norm Camps. No problem. What about Ron Pringle from the Nebilyer! Ron never wore socks. Bill St. George from the Baiyer, or the American Catholic Father from Ambullua who would ride in on his horse and loved having a few coldies on a hot day with the troops. Des Clancy of 'Clancy's Knob' fame or Ron Neville. Who was the Madang Copper with his 'Tripela Liklik Pig?' Yes. there were a few good men around in the '60's.
I just found the published 'Once A Jolly Chimbu' written by Larry Danielson and artwork by Glennys Koenhke. Do you want the words? I'll one- finger type it.
(07/02/05) It was called ""The Cheerful Chimbu" and the artwork by Glenys Kohnke. mi sori tumas!
As has been said, the Indon military provided all the rice-power to load and unload as it was not too long after they took over from the Dutch and did not trust the locals too much.
I recall arriving one morning from Vanimo to find an air of expectancy around the place. Flags, bunting flying, bands playing with everyone in anticipation of some event. We were advised that a 'real heavy' from Jakarta was due to arrive a bit later. Finishing loading we went off to Wamena.
Arriving back some three hours later, a Lockheed Jetstar was on the tarmac and you could sense tension in the air. Armed personal on alert and no sign of joviality as on our first arrival.The ground crew said that during ourt absence, a few West Papua New Guineans had pulled down the Indon flag and tried to run up the Free Papua Movement Flag. I must have read about Hone Heke at Waitangi!) I believe that they were caught and dealt with.
Some years later, I help train a West Papua New Guinean who told me that his brother was shot trying to run-up the Free Papua Flag years earlier. Later on, Nick spoke about stealing a DC3 to use as a bomber and left PNG for Sweden.
BOB WALLER.
Had his own construction company in Hagen and I lived next door to him in 1966 and last saw him at Sir Dennis Buchanan's funeral.
What about the baker. The Great Dane or his German mate (Helmut) from Madang who after a weekend poker game would consume a carton of Champers waiting for the flight to Madang.
Or "Good Morning" Brian Heagney, who could and would consume half a bottle of scotch between Hagen and Lae or on return during a Baron flight. He would always leave Lae so to arrive in Hagen near last light.
Norm Camps. No problem. What about Ron Pringle from the Nebilyer! Ron never wore socks. Bill St. George from the Baiyer, or the American Catholic Father from Ambullua who would ride in on his horse and loved having a few coldies on a hot day with the troops. Des Clancy of 'Clancy's Knob' fame or Ron Neville. Who was the Madang Copper with his 'Tripela Liklik Pig?' Yes. there were a few good men around in the '60's.
I just found the published 'Once A Jolly Chimbu' written by Larry Danielson and artwork by Glennys Koenhke. Do you want the words? I'll one- finger type it.
(07/02/05) It was called ""The Cheerful Chimbu" and the artwork by Glenys Kohnke. mi sori tumas!
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Only time I ever flew was when the pilot wanted to do something else and there was nothing around us!!!
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I used to drink with that copper in POM - name of Mike Thomas - he was a Supt at that time. He made recordings of Little Red Hiding Hood and a few others too.
I found out a few years after Mike died that he was the brother of my Aunt in UK. Mike's wife and daughter live in BNE.
Remember the St. George family coming through Lae many a time.
Only time I ever flew was when the pilot wanted to do something else and there was nothing around us!!!
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I used to drink with that copper in POM - name of Mike Thomas - he was a Supt at that time. He made recordings of Little Red Hiding Hood and a few others too.
I found out a few years after Mike died that he was the brother of my Aunt in UK. Mike's wife and daughter live in BNE.
Remember the St. George family coming through Lae many a time.
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Mike Thomas
I Made Mike Thomas look like a bit of a dill at Christmas 1970.
I’d been bunged in the DCA mess as our’s didn’t have room when BackWard and I got transferred to Madang and there was only one room available in the Ansett mess (All the Hosties were in Madang… that’s why Back and I’d gotten the transfer).
I mostly knocked round with the DCA blokes and PMG techs, who were up putting in an upgrade to the ABC transmitter, because I saw them all the time.
Christmas day… Nancy? (the manager of the DCA mess ) decided to have a beaut Christmas lunch for the town notables… we inmates were pointedly uninvited.
My mob didn’t care as they were rocking at Weavers (Flt Service operator) for the break and I was going on a two day flight over Christmas and Boxing day.
I returned to the mess at about 2AM so I could get a good night’s sleep before my 5AM pick up. On getting to the mess I had an attack of righteous indignation at our being cruely expelled from OUR mess, so decided to “make a statement” .
Decided to remove all the chairs from the dining room and hide ‘em. I was going to cart them up to Father John’s room (he was the bloke who always blessed the beer before opening it).
Decided it was too far to cart ‘em across the lawn, up the stairs, along the veranda and into his room… needed sleep to sober up.
Whacked them all in the ladies toilet on the veranda at the end of the dining room and went to bed.
While flying on Christmas day reckoned it was a bit of a stupid, futile, insignificant thing to do, as they would be found straight away.
FORGOT that it was PNG and oli would get in the game.
I got back late Boxing day and wandered round to Brookie”s room (He was that mad little hippie who owned the Datsun 240Z when he moved to Moresby) the boys were all in his room getting over a couple of days of Buka Meris and SP.
I arrived and was greeted with. “Police are after you!….”
On arrival at 5AM the mess bois saw nothing amiss and started their duties. When Nancy arrived, she went right off noticing immediately, as all women do, that there were tables but no chairs.
Bois got confused under the Missis’ tirade and not knowing what to do did something to get her off their backs. They looked at each other, under the tables, in the kitchen, on the roof, and under the building and returned to report, ” Me no savee missis” .
Nance got real mad then as NOTHING was going to spoil Christmas lunch, so rang the cops.
An hour later a couple of important boys in blue arrived and were set upon by the irate Nancy who’d really whipped herself up into a lather. This got the polis confused and they forgot their training and looked in the same places as the mess bois. Nancy got madder and they fled back to the station and rang Mike … needed the heavy guns when attending to a berserk missis.
Mike came ambling down, full of bonhomie and humour in his all purveying knowledge of the hijinks the expats were capable of.
He set the poils bois to checking the rooms of the absent inmates, knowing that some joker had put them there as a joke.
Al the rooms were checked with the same result. A couple of DCA blokes did get a start at having cops come into their donga and consciously search. Mike got perplexed and Nancy … haughty!… she’d been right all along… The chairs HAD been stolen.
Oli was sent back to the station to bring down the investigation kit. Finger print powder everywhere, causing a certain amount clouding from the sneezing of the mess bois who were highly interested in all this scientific stuff going on. No fingerprints, but no one looked down at the powder spilt on the floor where there were a couple of hundred footprints of one person (small ones … compared with oli’s)
A warrant was sworn out for the arrest of persons or persons unknown, who had stolen the mess equipment.
Nancy was ropable at having to get all the dust cleaned up, breakfast cooked for the couple of blokes still at the mess and organising lunch.
At the wonderful picnic Christmas luncheon held on the lawns of the DCA mess beneath the spreading Poincianas and Raintrees, a lady decided at about two o’clock that she needed to nip off to the toilet… couldn’t get in, as the joint was full of chairs which stopped the door from opening more than about six inches.
Consternation! … took ages for someone to manage to move the offending chairs so they could get the door open even.
Gent’s toilet was operating continuously for a while.
I swore every one to secrecy as I reckoned Mike might need to get me back for making them look so bloody silly. I kept a low profile and was never anywhere Thomas frequented. He was part of the upper crust of Madang and they jealously kept the mere mortals out of their circles.
A couple of years later I was overnighting at Hagen Motel with Barrie Rogers and we were the only ones with the chicks at the bar.
We had our hostie and were joined by Molly Malone who was based at Hagen in the Twin Otters. Mike and one of his high ranking mainland mates were at the bar too and didn’t like missing out on the only female company in the bar, so Mike approached Rogers and asked if they could join us.
Rogers seemed to know that being in the good books on the inspector of police was a good thing, so said yes. On their arrival at our end Rogers introduced the girls to Mike and as an addition said, “You know Dennis?”
Thomas, very meaningfully looked me in the eye and rather sweetly answered, “OH yes! I know Dennis!”
I kept a VERY low profile that evening.
Thomas was a bit of a rogue. He was pretty good at getting the odd favour done.
Another time he approached Rogers and said, “ I say Barrie, can you take a parcel of meat up to my mate in Hagen”… he’d was just passing by the aerodrome at the time we were about depart to Hagen in a police truck.
Rogers appropriately showed delight at being able to do this small thing for Mike, who told his oli offsider to get the meat.
We took off a couple of hundred pounds overloaded that day with a bloody whole side of beef trussed up in cheese cloth on top of the cargo.
I’d been bunged in the DCA mess as our’s didn’t have room when BackWard and I got transferred to Madang and there was only one room available in the Ansett mess (All the Hosties were in Madang… that’s why Back and I’d gotten the transfer).
I mostly knocked round with the DCA blokes and PMG techs, who were up putting in an upgrade to the ABC transmitter, because I saw them all the time.
Christmas day… Nancy? (the manager of the DCA mess ) decided to have a beaut Christmas lunch for the town notables… we inmates were pointedly uninvited.
My mob didn’t care as they were rocking at Weavers (Flt Service operator) for the break and I was going on a two day flight over Christmas and Boxing day.
I returned to the mess at about 2AM so I could get a good night’s sleep before my 5AM pick up. On getting to the mess I had an attack of righteous indignation at our being cruely expelled from OUR mess, so decided to “make a statement” .
Decided to remove all the chairs from the dining room and hide ‘em. I was going to cart them up to Father John’s room (he was the bloke who always blessed the beer before opening it).
Decided it was too far to cart ‘em across the lawn, up the stairs, along the veranda and into his room… needed sleep to sober up.
Whacked them all in the ladies toilet on the veranda at the end of the dining room and went to bed.
While flying on Christmas day reckoned it was a bit of a stupid, futile, insignificant thing to do, as they would be found straight away.
FORGOT that it was PNG and oli would get in the game.
I got back late Boxing day and wandered round to Brookie”s room (He was that mad little hippie who owned the Datsun 240Z when he moved to Moresby) the boys were all in his room getting over a couple of days of Buka Meris and SP.
I arrived and was greeted with. “Police are after you!….”
On arrival at 5AM the mess bois saw nothing amiss and started their duties. When Nancy arrived, she went right off noticing immediately, as all women do, that there were tables but no chairs.
Bois got confused under the Missis’ tirade and not knowing what to do did something to get her off their backs. They looked at each other, under the tables, in the kitchen, on the roof, and under the building and returned to report, ” Me no savee missis” .
Nance got real mad then as NOTHING was going to spoil Christmas lunch, so rang the cops.
An hour later a couple of important boys in blue arrived and were set upon by the irate Nancy who’d really whipped herself up into a lather. This got the polis confused and they forgot their training and looked in the same places as the mess bois. Nancy got madder and they fled back to the station and rang Mike … needed the heavy guns when attending to a berserk missis.
Mike came ambling down, full of bonhomie and humour in his all purveying knowledge of the hijinks the expats were capable of.
He set the poils bois to checking the rooms of the absent inmates, knowing that some joker had put them there as a joke.
Al the rooms were checked with the same result. A couple of DCA blokes did get a start at having cops come into their donga and consciously search. Mike got perplexed and Nancy … haughty!… she’d been right all along… The chairs HAD been stolen.
Oli was sent back to the station to bring down the investigation kit. Finger print powder everywhere, causing a certain amount clouding from the sneezing of the mess bois who were highly interested in all this scientific stuff going on. No fingerprints, but no one looked down at the powder spilt on the floor where there were a couple of hundred footprints of one person (small ones … compared with oli’s)
A warrant was sworn out for the arrest of persons or persons unknown, who had stolen the mess equipment.
Nancy was ropable at having to get all the dust cleaned up, breakfast cooked for the couple of blokes still at the mess and organising lunch.
At the wonderful picnic Christmas luncheon held on the lawns of the DCA mess beneath the spreading Poincianas and Raintrees, a lady decided at about two o’clock that she needed to nip off to the toilet… couldn’t get in, as the joint was full of chairs which stopped the door from opening more than about six inches.
Consternation! … took ages for someone to manage to move the offending chairs so they could get the door open even.
Gent’s toilet was operating continuously for a while.
I swore every one to secrecy as I reckoned Mike might need to get me back for making them look so bloody silly. I kept a low profile and was never anywhere Thomas frequented. He was part of the upper crust of Madang and they jealously kept the mere mortals out of their circles.
A couple of years later I was overnighting at Hagen Motel with Barrie Rogers and we were the only ones with the chicks at the bar.
We had our hostie and were joined by Molly Malone who was based at Hagen in the Twin Otters. Mike and one of his high ranking mainland mates were at the bar too and didn’t like missing out on the only female company in the bar, so Mike approached Rogers and asked if they could join us.
Rogers seemed to know that being in the good books on the inspector of police was a good thing, so said yes. On their arrival at our end Rogers introduced the girls to Mike and as an addition said, “You know Dennis?”
Thomas, very meaningfully looked me in the eye and rather sweetly answered, “OH yes! I know Dennis!”
I kept a VERY low profile that evening.
Thomas was a bit of a rogue. He was pretty good at getting the odd favour done.
Another time he approached Rogers and said, “ I say Barrie, can you take a parcel of meat up to my mate in Hagen”… he’d was just passing by the aerodrome at the time we were about depart to Hagen in a police truck.
Rogers appropriately showed delight at being able to do this small thing for Mike, who told his oli offsider to get the meat.
We took off a couple of hundred pounds overloaded that day with a bloody whole side of beef trussed up in cheese cloth on top of the cargo.
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Sixties Have coppers ever been any different??
tinpis Now you're throwing up names like Tom Abberton, Peter Barter and Vic Pascoe!! The hauswin at the TAA mess in Madang got itself a bit of a reputation too - with Stewart Forsythe and Rex Saunders et al.
tinpis Now you're throwing up names like Tom Abberton, Peter Barter and Vic Pascoe!! The hauswin at the TAA mess in Madang got itself a bit of a reputation too - with Stewart Forsythe and Rex Saunders et al.
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Tinpis...
The Cathay Club in Waigani drive was visited by six rascals one night in '95. Bailed everybody up, and an Italian guy there lay on the floor with everybody elese. The rascals got a bit greedy and on noticing a bulge in the Eyetie's pocket, figured he had some more dosh stashed there. The Italian told them to bugger of...he had given them K200, that was more than the going rate for a robbery. Said Rascal kicked the guy and insisted, so sighing resignedly, the Italian reached in the pocket, took out a 9mm and blew 5 of them away. I think the police found the other one quicktime by following the trail of Diahorrea.!!
The Cops hailed him a hero, and by the very next day, the press had a statement by the Cops that no charges would be laid...it was all self defence.
He had to get down to Cairns for a while though, till the pay back fairy had cooled down a bit.
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The Cathay Club in Waigani drive was visited by six rascals one night in '95. Bailed everybody up, and an Italian guy there lay on the floor with everybody elese. The rascals got a bit greedy and on noticing a bulge in the Eyetie's pocket, figured he had some more dosh stashed there. The Italian told them to bugger of...he had given them K200, that was more than the going rate for a robbery. Said Rascal kicked the guy and insisted, so sighing resignedly, the Italian reached in the pocket, took out a 9mm and blew 5 of them away. I think the police found the other one quicktime by following the trail of Diahorrea.!!
The Cops hailed him a hero, and by the very next day, the press had a statement by the Cops that no charges would be laid...it was all self defence.
He had to get down to Cairns for a while though, till the pay back fairy had cooled down a bit.
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When I first arrived in PNG there was a case in the courts an old time plantation owner from Girua I think.
Apparently the bois had attacked his house and he shot six of them.
When asked by the beak why he had shot six bois he replied
"My pistol only holds six rounds your Honour"
When I first arrived in PNG there was a case in the courts an old time plantation owner from Girua I think.
Apparently the bois had attacked his house and he shot six of them.
When asked by the beak why he had shot six bois he replied
"My pistol only holds six rounds your Honour"
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I was in a place on Hubert Murray Hway at 5 Mile when I first arrived in Port Morbid. Right next to the house was a block of 2-storey flats and, late one evening, I heard the following...
Sound of single gun shot.
Scream of agony.
Aussie male voice... "Stop or I'll shoot".
I'm guessing that the first shot didn't go into the ceiling...
Sound of single gun shot.
Scream of agony.
Aussie male voice... "Stop or I'll shoot".
I'm guessing that the first shot didn't go into the ceiling...
Grandpa Aerotart
I came out of Kwantong Village Restaurant at East Boroko (C*nt on tongue) one evening having got a take away feed to be met by a person of the non reflective persuasion weilding a rather large bush knife and asking me, ever so nicely
for my car keys....I am unsure whether it was the crack of the 9mm close over his fuzzy wuzziness or the screamed "**** OFF!!!" which had the desired effect...whichever really
Or the night during one of Morbid's curfews (we were at a curfew party...pissed as newts)when some 'rascals' were cornered in a house a few doors down the road...again East Boroko...a massive gunfight ensued, after some scores of rounds a spontaneous lull fell over the street...we all peeked from behind whatever we were hiding behind to be greeted by "Ehhh...mi no di yet!!!" and a resumption of the gunfire...
My then 2 yr old got quite upset when she saw me loading my glock on the way to the aeroclub on 'that' night...my then wife said something along the lines of "For Chrissake leave that bloody thing at home for once". She never said it again after that night...nor did I ever leave the house unarmed again (in Port Moresby)...sorry Taildragger
for my car keys....I am unsure whether it was the crack of the 9mm close over his fuzzy wuzziness or the screamed "**** OFF!!!" which had the desired effect...whichever really Or the night during one of Morbid's curfews (we were at a curfew party...pissed as newts)when some 'rascals' were cornered in a house a few doors down the road...again East Boroko...a massive gunfight ensued, after some scores of rounds a spontaneous lull fell over the street...we all peeked from behind whatever we were hiding behind to be greeted by "Ehhh...mi no di yet!!!" and a resumption of the gunfire...
My then 2 yr old got quite upset when she saw me loading my glock on the way to the aeroclub on 'that' night...my then wife said something along the lines of "For Chrissake leave that bloody thing at home for once". She never said it again after that night...nor did I ever leave the house unarmed again (in Port Moresby)...sorry Taildragger
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