2 07 2012

The first two 44 gallon drums of fuel had run out when we reached Obo village, so we got two more 44 gallon drums to take us direct to Daru. As we were taking off from Obo we followed the shortcut through the lake and we came across a fisherman who proudly showed us his homemade spear and diving goggles with some of his catch.









We made it to the main river and saw three Deer, a male and two female on a floating island. Firstly we felt sorry for them but because the meat from last night was so delicious we decided to get one. The skipper got the bush knife and while they were swimming across to the land he chopped the smaller ones neck off. They got it and put it on the boat. Our dinner was handy.

There were no villages near to each other, sometimes we travelled for hours before coming to one. There was hardly any other boat we met, only two, maybe the candidates on their campaigning mission. In one area we saw two 10-12 feet crocodile floating, when we stopped to turn back to get some pictures they sank down. In this area the river is so wide, so when we were taking a shortcut we got stuck on a sand bank or the sediments the villagers mentioned many times, which was dump from the mine. Nobody wanted to risk his life and go into the river to try and push the boat out. Aaron got out for a few minutes and pushed the boat out with the help of two of us with a paddle than we slowly got out.

Further down we got stuck again while trying to go across to the main river. My fears were always up high as there are dangerous animals in the water and to make it worse, it’s very dirty. After several minutes we got out and were on our way to Levanda. Aaron’s mother came from this village. We arrived there in the night. In these parts lots of small Islands have been formed from the sand banks or the sediments they told us.

Levanda was a fishing village with lots of canoes but the sad thing about the village is the mud. When coming out from the boat the mud is so thick and high. The villagers told us that before the mine was there, there was no mud like this. I wonder how they live during the raining season. We washed our legs on the step of Aaron’s relatives house and not anyone of us wanted to go back to the boat because of the mud.















The skipper and his crew got the Deer and gave it to the people from the house we were staying at and they roasted it for us. We had it in the morning and it was so yummy which made us forget about the mud and the dirty Fly River with polluted chemicals from the mine. We did some filming in the morning and Aaron took his uncle to be our navigator along the river to Daru.




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