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For five years I have been sailing around the world with my wife Marie and our four children. We are all overtired

on this January morning. There was a heavy thunderstorm during the night.Enormous lightning discharges frighten us and

changing winds always demand new maneuvers. Marie would like more time for herself and

more rest, she is always tense from the events on board. Batholome, Laetitia, Calyxte and Sylvestre

are happier with the requirements on board. Sylvestre caught a tuna at dawn,

our trolling line rwent back in the ocean. When planning the provisions,

Marie expects to catch a larger fish every two to three days.

We plan to arrive at Bam island with the first light of day. Bam island is 40 kilometers

north of the Sepik Estuary in northern Papua. The islands of Papua New Guinea are spread over a sea area

that extends from the equator 1200 kilometers to the south and from 156 degrees east 1800 km to the west.

The many islands added together result in an area twice as large as that of the

Germany. Although we had studied the nautical charts in advance, we were surprised by the extent of

land and sea in Papua. We have been sailing in these waters for six months now.

Papua has an extremely diverse ancient culture. 700 languages ​​are

spoken in a country that is inhabited by only three million people.

As everywhere in the world, technical civilization is spreading in Papua. Traditional

cultures are destroyed or suppressed. we don't want to watch our own

culture advance, we want to sail with our boat to where traditional life is

still practised. We are on our way to the most remote regions of this country.

Bam Island does not have any nautical charts and the Sea handbook notes that Bam Island does not have any

anchorages. That's why we chose Bam Island as our destination.

With these conditions, who would have searched for the island before us?

Before we reached Papua, rumors of unsettled tribes and stories of headhunters

mixed in my imagination and I dreamed of impenetrable

jungles and lost travelers. Up to now we have only met friendly people

in Papua.

Sylvestre drops anchor. Calyxte tells him how much

chain has gone out. The children do their tasks on board

with fun and safety, I can completely rely on them.

We expect hospitality from the inhabitants of this island, we want to be part of the

life on the island, so it seems natural to me that

we too will be visited. We cannot choose our first visitors.

There is no village where our boat is anchored. We follow our escorts on a narrow

path that leads along the sea. Like the people of Bam Island we go barefoot too.

Although we have been living without shoes for two years, we feel the sharp lava rock.

Without prior notice we appeared this morning on the horizon of Bam Island and anchored in our boat on the

coast of this small volcanic cone and already we follow unknown people to an unknown

village. Behind me the boat lies unprotected, left alone, open, with all of our belongings.

I can't get in touch with the outside world and yet I don't feel alarmed.

I am a little nervous in anticipation of the mood that will be brought to us in the village.

We brought a camera team with us. Three gentlemen followed us from Germany. We took

them on board in Wehwack, the provincial capital. Since the team has little experience in dealing

with foreign cultures, I fear that the relationship between

us and the village could be strained. How will the residents react to the conspicuous camera device?

In our experience, it is very favorable that we travel as a family, we are met with

much less distrust than men in groups or individual travelers.

An essential question that the locals ask themselves again and again is,

what do they want, why do they come to us? As a family we obviously

do not pose a threat to the peace in the village. We are not prospecting, we do not want the women of

the village, we also do not want any rights to wood, minerals or catching fish.

In order for the village to be available for a film report,

it has to show us sympathy.

White children are something that has never been seen before. just as we want the exception from the

village, we are ready to provide in return and ourselves in the interest of the village.

Why a handshake as a greeting? we do not know how to act differently. I'm talking to the

Big Man, the chief of the village. Very unjustly I hope that he understands English.

A missionary has visited islands all over Papua. Farther Schultz left the island a

long time ago. The camera team is to live in his half-ruined house.

Papua is still an Eldorado for missionaries, at least five different churches

dispute the souls of the converts, often in the same village. What all missionaries have in common

is a consistent fight against traditional culture. Songs, dances, masks and sculptures are closely linked

to the spirit belief of the ancestors and only the honorable ones find meaning. We were able to

observe the inhabitants of Papua being encouraged by the missionaries

to destroy or sell their works of art. Once the church has established itself

dances and chants that have no Christian content are suppressed. The clothing of

the inhabitants is also an obsession of the church. The mostly very ugly clothes soon

become rags, zippers rust, buttons are lost, there is no replacement or washing powder.

Traditional clothing appears to us to be very aesthetic and optimally adapted to requirements.

Each mission station is linked to a medical healing care offer.

The healing sequence is not always separated from the new religious belief.

When I asked the provincial government for approval for this film, the minister said,

"Our people are not animals that you see in the zoo". Every traveler to remote areas also

carries the risk of establishing a new sect for us. Do you want to observe tradition and village life?

We have already had enough Ethnologists in the country with this goal. The Ethnologists sit

down in a village, live from the friendliness and hospitality of the inhabitants, acquire

their affection, they learn their language, study their customs and after a year or

two they leave the village, profile themselves at a university with the material they have

collected and we in the country and especially the village never hear from these ethnologists again.

No, we have had enough negative experiences with travelers, we have become cautious.

And it is precisely this caution that we feel today and here in these mutual observations.

I feel that our behavior is registered with an almost psychic accuracy.

A woman puts a hibiscus blossom into Laetitias hair, a sign that

our relationship with the village are developing well.

Life in the village resumes its relaxed course in

the afternoon . The camera does not cause irritation or curiosity.

Our children ran back to the boat to get rice.

The Big Man told us that a rice gift would be a pleasure in the village

because the government's supply ship was months overdue.

The islanders no longer had fish hooks either, but the supply boat was

expected in the near future because will bring them a new teacher for the new school year.

The next day we climb the volcano. dense jungle surrounds the

lower region of the mountain. our companions assure us that

there are no poisonous snakes, only large millipedes whose bite is painful.

If we can movesafel y here in the jungle, this is due to

the authoritarian social order. The Big Man and his advisors determine how the

residents should behave and the fact that nobody on this island can do anything without being seen.

Also because we as white are spiritually without consequence.

Just as the paths of Bam Island fit into nature, barely recognizable , the inhabitants also

live with nature. We hardly perceive any human influence in this landscape.

The people of Bam Island live in harmony with nature.

I don't think the idea of ​​wanting to control nature would occur to them at all. What we

observe is a careful use of the possibilities that nature offers.

There is enough land for the approximately 400 inhabitants of Bam Island. Only a small part of

the forest is farmed at any given time. After just a few harvests, the fields are

overgrown by bush and forest. The men cut the trees and help with the

terracing of the mountain field, he build a houses and canoes and goes fishing. The women tend

the plantations, harvest and carry food and firewood every day down the steep slopes into the village.

Sweet Potatoes, Humo, Yam roots and Banana plants are grown. I have never heard anyone complain or swear at work

in Bam . Although heavy work is being done,

the term work does not seem to exist. There is no rush or competition.

When I meet a heavily laden woman, sometimes the women carry the

potato sack with firewood on top and a child, the woman stops to chat

and makes no move to put down at least one of her burdens. The upright

gait gives the impression of the arduous. Serenity goes hand in hand with steadiness.

In contrast to the volcano on the neighboring island of Kaka, the

Bam volcano, one of over 20 in Papua, is inactive.

The strong northwest wind that blows today, called Talio, will make night fishing very

difficult. young men and women sail the sea with large torches on their canoes at night to catch

the flying-fish that are lured by the light. They use throwing spears.

The village of Bam Island is on the island's only flat land land, a tongue

that pushes out into the sea. Otherwise the shore around the island is steep. Where to turn in the

event of a volcanic eruption? I do not have the impression that there are enough canoes

to be able to accommodate the entire population in the event of a disaster.

We are told that the people of Bam will hold a reception to honour us.

It doesn't seem quite right to me, because a dance here always has a cultic meaning.

Nothing succeeds in Bam island without the benevolence of the spirits of the ancestors, then

a good relationship must be maintained with these spirits. We cannot find out more.

I also get very skeptical whether we were told the right thing. The residents are very nice

to us, if they notice that we are interested in information they just tell anything to please us.

.Whoever believes in ghosts also has a lot of imagination. I am sure that in Papua I have already

filled many pages of ethnological records with well-meaning made-up stories.

Bam Island has three water sources. One serves as the washing place

for men, one as washing place for women and one, this one, as a source for all drinking

and cooking water. For these springs there is, worthy of note, no reservoir.

The trickling of water could also be made into a small jet.

It appears that the Bam Islander is far from doing something that is not absolutely necessary.

No one feels it necessary to make even one step on this much-trodden steep

and slippery path. There is no drive for this, because neither faster nor more

convenient would be perceived as better. If a water bearer wanted to shorten the process of carrying water,

she would just have to carry the more water.

I don't think she thinks like that. What is absolutely necessary for a Bam

Islander, on the other hand, is to prepare a dance festival with great care and

to decorate his drum with carvings or to decorate the bow of his canoe with sculptures.

Only with the help of the transistor radio does the Bam Islander have the opportunity to find out about

the way of life outside of Papua. Sylvestre answered

many questions.They are not questions of technical marvels.

Rather, they ask questions that can be directly related to daily life in Bam.

Questions about the seasons, plants, clothing, friendships, religion and ancestors.

He is listened to very attentively.

Some of the young people were in the cities of Papua and experienced our western Civilisation there.

Mostly they come back with a disdain for traditional life.

They want to be modern, no longer thatched roofs, but corrugated iron. The rooms under

corrugated iron get too hot when exposed to the sun, the corrugated iron later rusts but

perforated sheet metal does not count as an argument. Always all technology and consumption

first. Something irresistibly tempting, especially when we are often given the first product as a

gift, but then we have to buy it ourselves. The consequences of a

newly brought value system are not seen through. Some girls turn up

their noses at their parents' lives. They no longer want to live their mother's life

and find traditional culture downright embarrassing. It seems to me that the split in

views is widening. So this world that we are now experiencing with the

death of the older generation will probably also

disappear as it did in too many parts of Papua. Marie can only talk to women.

Its said here that an initiation is being prepared for a daughter of the Big Man.

It is a celebration of the onset of puberty that the Bam Islanders call Marap. Only women

are allowed to take part in this festival. Marie is also told at the same time that

we as white men could be there since our presence will be irrelevant.

The men in the village are building a new canoe, the women have brought them food in wooden

bowls. We are naturally invited to all meals.

Men and women chew Bettle nuts for many hours a day. The teeth become

black but not rotten. Chewing beetle nuts has an intoxicating effect.

Fried flying fish, sweet potatoes and coconut lie waiting in the bowls.

The richest bowl of the largest fish is pushed towards us.

Despite the countless flies that settle on every meal , none of

us got sick during the three weeks we lived on Bam Island.

The initiation feast of the Big Man's daughter has begun. The daughter is carried

sitting on a large board and danced through the village. After the party, the girl has

to live in total seclusion for ten days. apart from an old

woman specially selected for this purpose, who brings the food, she may not see or be seen by anyone.

A few days after the initiation ceremony we decide to leave. The long

daily journey from the boat to the village and back, the same heat day and night and the

monotonous eating of flying fish and sweet potatoes has taken its toll on us.

I leave these people with grief on the edge of loosing their own cultural life.

Like many times on this trip around the world, I feel

that we actually had to stay much longer to really learn enough to understand.

Our next big goal is to sail to the Amazon, over 8,000 nautical miles away.

This trip past Australia via Africa to South America will take

at least a year. We have to leave here to end our journey around the world

before our children grow up and want to lead their own independent lives.