YESTERDAY a cab driver friend brought me to the workplace. For the last three weeks, I have tried to get extra stuff that I have to do done (work apart from my normal daily tasks), and have been catching the cab. It saves me time and prevents me sweating too much in the Port Moresby sun.
The driver (a cousin of one of our drivers here at the workplace) told me that he was down for a couple of weeks with the new strain of malaria.
“Bro, all my joints were painful,” the man from the Western Highlands province said.
I felt sorry for him but was happy to see him again after some time.