Busmuli

Sunday, september 14th.

I decide to re-film preparations for the last day of the sing-sing. I tell them that this time I won't ask each time, and they should ignore my presence. The results are a little better.

Notice the nose!

The Papuans laugh very rarely. When they do, you have to take a photo.

Local tobacco rolled in newspaper.

A small video to show the atmospher.

Departure from our village to the sing-sing.

Last day of the singsing.

Selfie with the troupe from my village.

And a small video as usual.

So now a quarter of the journey is over!