Sunday 31 August.
Backup photos, films and recordings on the hard disk, shower and laundry since I have been wearing the same clothes since Tuesday and my spare clothes are in my bag between Paris and Port Moresby ... I'm going to town to buy a local SIM card with a phone and internet package for my smartphone. I'll finally be able to communicate with the rest of the world and at least say that I arrived. I retrieve my bag at the airport. It has finally arrived in Port Moresby. In the evening, first telephone contact with my family.
Monday, 1st September.
Yesterday I was a teacher on holiday, today I am a retired teacher! 
I get on well with Eloise Sede who works at the university security company. She has agreed to safeguard my property during my various travels.
My smartphone is stolen, together with all the citrus research information I have collected. Depressing moment.  The thief was among the university guards. 
I have decided to go to the Brown River. Everyone tells me not to go, it's too dangerous, especially alone, but duty calls! I have a week to find Citrus wintersii.
I get to Brown River and I am greeted by a lovely family. They receive me like I was part of the family:
The red teeth in the photos are from chewing betel nuts.
Here is my 'house': 
The first citrus search - left bank of the Brown River facing north.
A typical local house:
The children who follow us:
We didn't find any citrus, but this was only meant as a trip to see the local environment.
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