Port Moresby #1

First run in Papua New Guinea today! And wow, what a day. I feel like my run was a good metaphor for the past day: difficult, overwhelming, attention-grabbing, and led me to somewhere beautiful. Lauren, Grace, and I are at the Gateway Hotel right near the Port Moresby airport. We all flew in this morning from Brisbane (we flew out of Cairns at 6:30) and while it wasn't perfect (we had quite a few issues with bags, including one lost solar panel, and a scare at customs when they nearly didn't let me through), it was a good journey. 

I'm just so grateful for Penny for driving us in so early, for Lauren who is fitting in to the team so easily, and for Grace who is amazing as always. She's brought up plans to help the village really excel at chicken farming - so exciting!

Running around the hotel wasn't great and I stopped early. Lots of people commenting at me, but nicely. Just too much attention. Plus it is really hot here, about 90 degrees! Cooled off by swimming around the pool afterwards!

Had a nice Thai dinner with the girls and now falling asleep at 9:00. Crossing fingers for a found solar panel tomorrow. 

Kate

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