I used to care but... things have changed

I stole that title from a great Bob Dylan song.... it sums up perfectly how I felt when my hair straighteners exploded yesterday. I had forgotten to bring a hairdryer with me (too used to there always being one in the nice hotels I usually stay in) but that was alright as I was actually enjoying letting it all hang out ... going a bit wild and hairy! However, I did like the presence of the straighteners, the fact that a couple of times a week I would choose to put in a bit more of an effort if I wished. Anyway, poof! All gone in a wee cloud of smoke, and the best part is I don't care!

I am however intending to hit Kalibobo, Madang's main (only?) clothes emporium. I keep complimenting women on their clothes, only to get the answer, "Kalibobo... 20 toea!" or about 8 cents. Apparently one woman from Canada recently bought a beautiful wedding dress there on the off chance she might ever need it at a snip for under $1. I have decided I am sick of living out of a suitcase after 6 weeks, especially given that my choice of suitably modest clothing was relatively slim pickings in the first place.

This week is an interesting case of worlds colliding as we have had two JCU researchers on campus (though they are currently living in Moresby so I am not sure that counts) and next week will see visits by our DVC and Dean of Research. I had forgotten these researchers were coming this week and got a pleasant surprise when I turned round at morning tea and copped an eyeful of JCU shirts, but it was very nice to catch up with some of my 'wantoks' (though I am using the phrase very loosely as they don't really speak like me!)

Well, tonight I am heading out to a Chinese restaurant. This time I believe it is a proper restaurant but I will let you know!