http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2009/04/17/some-surprises-in-the-bush/ A Daily Journal of a Permanent Resident of Paradise Fri, 30 Jul 2010 22:04:32 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2009/04/17/some-surprises-in-the-bush/comment-page-1/#comment-3908 MadDog Sun, 28 Feb 2010 08:25:56 +0000 http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/?p=3370#comment-3908 Alfred, Tag Tap is an old and dear friend of mine. You can find many posts about him on Madang - <em>Ples Bilong Mi</em> by just putting "tag tap" in the search box (without the quotes). He still lives near Guntabag and I still visit with him very often. We enjoy our bush walks. He has an incredible storehouse of knowledge about the bush. There is a Lutheran Church right at the top. A little lower, and towards Madang, is Guntabag. Lower still is the Pacific Orientation Camp operated by SIL Next time I see Tag Tap I'll ask if he remembers you. I would be willing to bet that he will. Alfred, Tag Tap is an old and dear friend of mine. You can find many posts about him on Madang – Ples Bilong Mi by just putting “tag tap” in the search box (without the quotes). He still lives near Guntabag and I still visit with him very often. We enjoy our bush walks. He has an incredible storehouse of knowledge about the bush. There is a Lutheran Church right at the top. A little lower, and towards Madang, is Guntabag. Lower still is the Pacific Orientation Camp operated by SIL Next time I see Tag Tap I’ll ask if he remembers you. I would be willing to bet that he will.

]]> http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2009/04/17/some-surprises-in-the-bush/comment-page-1/#comment-3903 Alfred W. Walck Sun, 28 Feb 2010 02:59:50 +0000 http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/?p=3370#comment-3903 Hello---it's me again. Tagtap sounds like a familiar name, and so does Guntabak. Was Guntabak right at the top of Nobonob Mountain? Hello—it’s me again. Tagtap sounds like a familiar name, and so does Guntabak. Was Guntabak right at the top of Nobonob Mountain?

]]> http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2009/04/17/some-surprises-in-the-bush/comment-page-1/#comment-3902 Alfred W. Walck Sun, 28 Feb 2010 02:55:16 +0000 http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/?p=3370#comment-3902 My wife and I were missionaries at Nobonob from 1946-1950 and the natives never told us about the P-51. They did tell us about four bombs dropped by allied fighters and I helped them explode them. We lit fires on them and waited---30 minutes for a 500 pounder and 45 minutes for a 1,000 pounder. That gave us time to get far enough away,, but we did hear some shrapnel flying nearby. One time a navy man came and exploded one with dynamite. We enjoy your articles very much---keep them coming! My wife and I were missionaries at Nobonob from 1946-1950 and the natives never told us about the P-51. They did tell us about four bombs dropped by allied fighters and I helped them explode them. We lit fires on them and waited—30 minutes for a 500 pounder and 45 minutes for a 1,000 pounder. That gave us time to get far enough away,, but we did hear some shrapnel flying nearby. One time a navy man came and exploded one with dynamite.
We enjoy your articles very much—keep them coming!

]]> http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2009/04/17/some-surprises-in-the-bush/comment-page-1/#comment-2589 We're Not Finished With Nob Nob Mountain | Madang - Ples Bilong Mi Tue, 03 Nov 2009 01:56:49 +0000 http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/?p=3370#comment-2589 [...] is a view to the west from Guntabag, where my old friend Tagtap lives with his [...] [...] is a view to the west from Guntabag, where my old friend Tagtap lives with his [...]

]]> http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/2009/04/17/some-surprises-in-the-bush/comment-page-1/#comment-1004 Yoga Toes | Madang - Ples Bilong Mi Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:45:33 +0000 http://www.messersmith.name/wordpress/?p=3370#comment-1004 [...] On my recent bush walk I gave my shoes away to one of my porters after only six hours of trudging up and down the mountains and slopping through the streams. My big toes were killing me. Once I was rid of the shoes I was [...] [...] On my recent bush walk I gave my shoes away to one of my porters after only six hours of trudging up and down the mountains and slopping through the streams. My big toes were killing me. Once I was rid of the shoes I was [...]

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