The reason for travelling to Christmas Island at Christmas is to see the red crab migration, it hadn’t occurred to me to study this in any great detail before leaving and so I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
The first thing that became apparent to me when we arrived was there is a trilogy of crab migrations, apparently the blokes all go down to the ocean early to get ahead of the woman folk, They do the normal things and build a home for the new bride, and hang around waiting for the ladies to turn up.
Amelia Earharts last flight doesn’t matter here. Its of no importance to the locals and I guess most of them don’t know who she was and her importance in aviation development and modern western women. The struggles of Papua New Guinea are much more fundamental than that.
She came out with a fabric shopping bag, which had in it a beanie and inside the beanie was a baby Wallaroo. This little guy was tiny, and had simply been hanging around in a bag on a hook by the bar, while she worked behind the counter
We called in at the pub, entering the bar, the first thing that was apparent was emptiness. Just empty, no tables or chairs, no people only high stools around the bar. It was a long building with paraphernalia around the walls and on the rafters, and at the far end the one piece of furniture was a pool table.