Following the Cultural Tour we decided to continue in the same vein and gain more experience with the Papuan villagers. Tufi Resort has 9 Guesthouses/ Home-stays to choose from; They vary from beachfront villages to the tops of the Fjord fingers and even a private island. Selecting the destination of your choice purely depends on what type of experience you want.
For example, if you are a Twitcher and get excited about the plucky perchers then I would advise staying at Orotoba where you can clamber out of bed at 430am & trek for an hour plus into the jungle to witness the bird of paradise (get those camera lenses ready!), or if you wanted to relax all day on the beach then Garewa, Jebo or Komoa would be the choice for you.
My choice clearly was the private island for a number of reasons;
Constantly on the search for more dive locations and entertainment during surface intervals Kwafurina appealed to me as the perfect setting for a dive or two on the outer reefs and then a final dive within the Fjord. A night stop in the Home-stay rather than the bar, and a further dive prior to returning to Tufi the following day.
Deal maker, Kwafurina it is.
Smith & Ethel are very traditional and live a somewhat primitive lifestyle you would expect from families located in the remote tropical climes of Papua New Guinea. Their staple diet consists of rice, fish, yams, clams, sago & bananas (over 100 varieties can be found in PNG). Smith has had an interesting career path, mainly assisting as a brother within Christianity. He had the opportunity to move to Australia many years ago to assist with the Aboriginal community but Ethel stole his heart & they decided to settle on Smiths Island, close to Ethel’s family within the adjacent Fjords. He currently teaches Religious Education to the local kids once a week.
The property consists of a number of thatched-roof bungalows varying in use, sleeping, some open-sided for the views whilst eating, others for cooking and cleaning, showering/bathroom, etc. They have 2 bungalows that can accommodate 3 guests (more soon) with single beds and huge mosquito nets above.
Power is provided by battery for the few lights that are around the area (my advice is to turn them all off, there is enough light from the night sky to give you the real ambiance) and if you are the kind of person that has to be on Facebook 24/7 then this will be a good detox for your thumbs, your phone is a camera & flashlight on this trip, nothing more.
With excitement we left Tufi at 8am and headed for Minor Reef for the first dive of the day. The wind slowly started to increase but not enough to cancel the first dive of the day but sufficiently enough to have an adverse effect on my visiting Dive Master mate.
“Is it OK for me to take the piss yet Welshie?” as Heather threw her breakfast into the sea. “Not yet!” 2 minutes later & with a wry smile “Now you can.”
Once Heather had cleaned out we donned our kit and descending into the blue where the current was moderate and didn’t prove to be difficult at all. The big bonus of a smidge of current is the food being transported within it, subsequently attracting a huge variety of fish ranging from tiny reef Damsels to pelagic Sharks. “Great” after a week of turbulent waters restricting our diving options we where now in the environment Heather had traveled over 9,000 miles to be in, Sharks everywhere! The beauty of the outer reefs is that very few people dive them, (just those that visit Tufi) so the wildlife is not skittish as you would find in more popular dive locations around the world.
As we rounded the reef a few sharks came within 10m of us, then a few minutes later I have a Heather sized limpet on my back as a few curious sharks come within a couple of meters. A fleeting glance over my shoulder and I’m greeted with wide eyes and a smile only the Cheshire cat could challenge.
Following the dive and with a few minutes of excited conversation Heather resumes the horizontal position that comes with the rocking boat and our other guest Agatha holds her head in the same fashion. Time to get off the waves. We head for Kwafurina and the calming waters of the sheltered Fjord.
The Arrival At Smiths Island
The mouth of Kwafurina Fjord is pretty immense, much like the other Fjords the fingers of land reach up gradually towards the distant mountains as you progress deeper into it. Displaying the clusters of Mangroves and palms and finely cut grasses over the ridge lines. Ahead, Smiths Island form begins to shine through.
You could be forgiven for thinking that it is part of the mainland as it dissolves into the background and fingers either side. As the boat carefully sidled up to the left side we are greeted with the Papuan shouts of “Oro, oro, oro” (welcome), they offer a friendly smile and an assisting hand to clamber up the sloped rock onto the grassed area. The island rises up maybe 30m or so and as we saunter up towards the buildings the recognizable Sing Sing audio hits our ears.
Dressed in full regalia, Smith and his Uncle welcome us in the traditional fashion to the beat of their drums. This is fantastic to see and so warming to be welcomed in such a way.
We are guided through a palm leaf doorway and up to the shaded seating area for introductions to Ethel and the family & a bit of a snack before heading out to explore the reefs around the island.
Heather is still ropy and to be fair to her, she’s been carrying a touch of flu or cold for a couple of days now so she elects to skip the dive for some sun bathing on the island grasses. I buddy Agatha up with one of my Dive Masters which leaves me free to roam and explore this undiscovered reef.
Having scanned the location from the top of the island I decide that the best area to explore is on the east side moving around to the south. We descend only a few meters from the shore and the visibility is maybe 4-8m at best (only to be expected following the weather we’ve had this week) but nevertheless, its exploration time.
The coral drops off to varying depths before becoming seabed and descending into the abyss (probably 50m+ like the other Fjords). We stick to the same direction following the corals around the island in a clockwise fashion. During the dive I found an abundance of macro, Nudibrancs, Pipefish, Shrimps, Anenome fish and a huge variety of Fauna & Corals. One of the most exciting moments for me was finding an undercut at 17m, with a sandy floor and a ceiling of around 2m high I can see that it disappears into the gloom maybe 7m in and stretches in width around 5m. Definitely penciled in as an exploration for another day, safety first.
We complete the dive and my conclusion is very simple; This will make a fantastic final dive of the day before settling on the island for a night under the stars.
It is still only 2pm, Heather is heading back to the resort due to sickness so that leaves Agatha and I for the duration and we decide to head for the Bat Cave.
Batman’s Secret Lair
To get to the bat cave we travel deeper into the Fjord by outrigger canoe and meet the oncoming fresh water from the mountains. The river is gentle, shallow for the most part and along the journey we pass locals working the forest for bananas, clams & palms.
The odd coconut gets hurled towards us and I instinctively think of idiot hoody kids back home throwing rocks at cars. I couldn’t be more wrong, these coconuts are a gift to us from the workers, we pluck them from the water and with a few cracks of the bush knife, Smith hands us both the refreshing drink.
Following an hours paddle we settle on the side of the river to start the 20 minute walk up to the cave. At this point it’s important to note that a Papuan 20 minutes is as confusing as the Welsh saying “I’ll be there now, in a minute” It may be 20 minutes for a young Papuan who travels through the jungle daily, but for us mere mortals it is more like 40. The trek itself takes you over a multitude of surfaces so make sure you wear suitable shoes and not Agatha’s flip-flops.
Fortunately I have been barefoot for 5 years now and this seemed much more effective as we crossed muddy stretches, shallow river crossings and large rocks, although I wouldn’t recommend it if you use your slippers nightly.
The final approach to the mouth of the cave is a tad steep but the guides are on hand should you feel the need to cling to something. There is then a steep descent into it which can give underfoot so tread carefully. The cave is formed by a number of huge rocks leaning on one another and once inside you can see 3 individual shards of light entering through various gaps high up overhead.
Bats, lots of bats and I would say at least 3 species ranging in size from a few inches up to a few feet. It’s a pretty cool experience to be stood there looking up at these guys and any budding photographers I would recommend a tripod and looooong shutter settings to capture the beauty of it all.
Smith uses his torch to scan the floor.
“What are you looking for mate?”
“Oh just Pythons.” he replies with a matter of fact nonchalance.
“What!! Could have told me before walking almost the full length of the cave” my inner monologue replied whilst my mouth could only muster an “OK” as my eyes scanned quicker than the Naval fleets radar.
We spent around 20 minutes in the cave then made our way back to where the canoe had been left and just as we approach the final river crossing Smith whips off his shirt and with a “Woohoo!” faceplants down into the water. On surfacing he explains that this is the initial point where the fresh water embraces the sea. Perfect time to wash away the jungle laid on your skin and super refreshing.
On Smiths Island For The Night
Once back we are offered time to shower (bucket of fresh water in privacy) before being presented with this evenings dinner. Now I would like to echo that this is remote living and much like the previously mentioned requirement to surgically remove an iPhone from a hand, don’t expect the Ritz or cracked sea salt to accompany ones entrée. The food is plentiful and is the staple food in many varieties. It’s not for everyone (Agatha wasn’t too keen on anything other than the Sago banana cake) whereas I loved the fish and yams. A couple I had sent here the previous week actually cleaned out the entire presentation, so if you’re a fussy eater then I would suggest taking a cookie or two with you. Following dinner we had time to sit and chat with Smith and learn more about his lifestyle and what he is doing to assist in the tuition of the local school kids.
Crikey, it’s so late! 930pm and Smith is heading to bed so he can wake at 2am and go night fishing. “Can we come Smithy?” A resounding and excited “Sure, I’ll give you a shout when it’s time.” And with that, we headed to our beds. Now I’m not one for single beds but I have to say, I slept like a log, the wind gently whistling through the open window at my feet and the odd jungle noise sent me into my slumber within seconds.
Still feeling a tad sleepy and sat on the outrigger, its 2am and we hand line for fish beneath a fluorescent torch suspended a few inches off the water’s surface and attracting all the Minows, after a couple of hours and a few missed bites the weather started to whip up so we headed back to the shelter of our beds. Not a successful fishing trip but I urge you to do it for the ambiance and the reality check that you are sat on the water, with a man fishing to feed his family and just remember that moment next time you are running down to the local Tesco Express or 7/11 for all the chemical crap the western world take for granted.
In the morning there is a gentle wake up from Smithy knocking on your bungalow. Not that I heard it which resulted in Agatha popping her head through the curtained door and announcing breakfast. Again full of staples and plenty of coffee I was a happy chappy for someone who doesn’t really eat breakfast.
The Local School
Smith’s weekly routine is to attend the school on a Wednesday and teach the kids, he asked us if we would like to present to them as he was sure they would be interested. Great, an opportunity for me to spread the word about shark conservation and show a few videos. Needless to say it went great, and although the kids are quite shy and retiring, after an hour with them they where much more responsive. I’ll elaborate on this in a future blog.
Handouts: Top Tip
We met the local school teacher (although he was late for his own class) who started to pitch to me about equipment requirements for the school. Quoting that maybe I can help because I am from a more “Developed Country.” It sounds harsh but I cut him off stating that I have been living overseas for 5 years and don’t even own shoes.
I regularly see how many Non-Governmental Organizations come to Papua New Guinea who do an exceptional job of assisting the locals. My opinion on it all is that the men of these villages have sufficient money to buy alcohol and everybody has their Beetle Nut (something chewed to give a slight high or energy rush) so it’s a case of having to be cruel to be kind. “Start working as a community to pay for your own kids school equipment rather than relying on funding from anyone who turns up” clearly this was my inner monologue again.
Just to emphasize my point, John had no interest in Agatha’s offer to organize a Pen-Pal system with the school she assists with in France. The whole meeting of John left me in no doubt that there was a personal benefit to be had by acquiring school equipment rather than the education of the kids. Don’t let this put you off though if you are considering following my footsteps. I will be making sure that Smith conveys my message to the school that his guests are not there to be squeezed for donations. Feel free to donate if you so wish but I highly doubt any funds would benefit the kids.
A short tour of the village market and a quick hello to Ethel’s mum and sister-in-law and we head back to Smiths Island to await our midday pickup for transfer back to Tufi.
Conclusion
I honestly feel rather special having had the opportunity to spend time at Smiths Island, the unquestionable beauty of the landscape married with the hospitality is (in my opinion) a commodity rarely found in the modern world. Yes, you can pay for high-end service and I am sure many of those providing the service do so with a smile on their faces, but, almost all will be doing so because its part of the job description that provides the income.
With Smith, there is something categorically and noticeably different. He loves life, he clearly enjoys introducing cultural Papua New Guinea with all her historical value and natural beauty to all that will listen. Smith comes across as a man who puts all others before himself and has obviously assisted many many people through his choice of career over the years.
I am in no way a religious man and I certainly admire Smiths commitment to his cause over the years; If there is indeed an afterlife and a place in paradise when my heart stops beating then I could not think of a better place to spend eternity than chatting with such a sincere individual, whilst hand-lining for my families breakfast.
In essence, if you find yourself at Tufi then make the correct choice and include a night stop at Smiths Island with your diving. The experience far outweighs the minimal cost incurred and definitely sits beyond the brackets of ‘value for money’ and more firmly in ‘PRICELESS LIFE EXPERIENCE.’ 24 hours of my life I will never forget.
