Skip to content
22 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Plants are just as showy as costumes at the Goroka Show

Goroka Show, plant competition

These two gals did all these. It was probably the biggest display of flowers at the show

The Goroka Show has something for everyone.

While sensational song-and-dance performances are at the core of the event, the Papua New Guineans don’t stop at that. There are plenty of stalls selling crafts (remember the mask I didn’t buy?) and lots of local delicacies (such creepy-looking red sausages, grilled pork and coffee beans).

The flower show is a popular event and colourful too. As far as I know, this is the only aspect of the show in which winners are announced. Song-and-dance performances aren’t judged because so many of the tribes might be or could become enemies. But flowers are different. They must be calming! And the participants (mostly women) wore huge smiles and they showed off their efforts.

Goroka Show, smile

She gets my vote for best and biggest smile

We enjoyed checking out the various displays about an hour or so before judging (so we don’t know who won). It was yet another opportunity for colour overload. Displays were classified in six categories, such as vertical, horizontal, creativity and colourist. Backdrops were judged too.

One of the last stalls we visited asked us to pay a kina (about 50 cents) to take a photo. We just laughed and said No thanks. We’d already taken a load of photos and everyone else had been thrilled to show off their handiwork.

Goroka Show plants

Perhaps my favourite display—birds of paradise

18 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Who said you can’t act with kids—more stars from the Goroka Show

Goroka Show, 2014, kids

Famous American comedian, W.C Fields said, Never work with animals or children, but he’d never been to Papua New Guinea and seen the kids participating in the Goroka Show.

Fields’ theory was that kids (and animals) are erratic and unpredictable. Duh! Of course, they are. But they are also stars in Papua New Guinea.

I was so pleased to see so many children being involved in the groups performing at the annual Goroka Show. Almost every group had at least one child involved, and many had six or seven. Their costumes were almost as elaborate as any adult’s costume (these get-ups are developed over years, so it’s not surprisingly that ones for kids lag behind).

The Goroka show has been going for almost 60 years, and I’m hopeful that will go on for at least another 60. And that’s simply because the young’uns are being taught about the costumes, songs, dances, chats, drumming and patience.

I think their patience impressed me most. Many performed from morn until late afternoon on both days. Thousands of people watched them with a careful eye, and photographed them until the camera clicks must have driven them crazy. But in all that time, I did not hear one child crack an emotion (throw a tantrum), raise their voice, throw a swing or behave badly.

Kids don’t have to be monsters or run the show. This article has some great advice.

P.S. I think the boy in the pic below is part of the same tribe as Mr Grumpy pictured at the top of my previous blog post.

Goroka Show, 2014

16 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Fabulous faces of the Goroka Show—and some sky-high headdresses

Goroka Show, 2014

With more than 130 tribes prancing, dancing, singing, whooping, drumming and jumping around the Goroka Show, I hardly knew where to look next.

Most performers make their own costumes, and some spend years embellishing and enhancing them. I was told that many performers carry their costumes to and from the show wrapped in newspaper. Can you imagine storing one of these from year to year?

It’s amazing how nature provides almost all the materials used in costume construction.

There are shells, ferns, leaves, bark, beads, nuts, skins, flowers, rope, twine, wood, and feathers, feathers and more feathers. Indeed, I cringed to think how many birds gave their lives to provide the tens of thousands of feathers used in so many of the headdresses. I know that most of the orangey-goldy feathers are from the national bird, the Bird of Paradise. The very long black feathers are from drongos. the large crescent shaped shells—usually worn on the chest—are kina shells. The local currency is called the kina.

The range of colours is overwhelming. And the photos are the best evidence of that. Sorry but I don’t know the names of most of the groups. But the pic directly below makes the identity of this tribe clear.

Stay tuned tomorrow for a look at the kids participating in the Goroka Show. So great to see the young ones being involved.

Goroka Show, 2014

Komai Women’s Sing-Sing Group

14 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Still kicking myself over a purchase I didn’t make

Goroka Show paintiings

Our newest painting and the tribes represented. Top row from left (including the pilot): Morobe from Lae, Huliman, Trobran Ireland, Central from Port Moresby, Mudman from Asaro. Bottom row from left: PNG flag, Dukduk from Rabaul, Simbu and Daru. Simon G is in the red shirt

For quite a few years, Poor John has played a stern devil’s advocate every time I start looking seriously at travel souvenirs.

And where do you plan to put that, he says. And what will you get rid of in exchange?

So I was rather surprised when we cruised through the craft area at the Goroka Show, and he actually encouraged me to buy a couple of somethings.

We dithered for quite awhile over several paintings and, in the end, bought one showing a planeload of tribesmen all dressed up and heading to the show. My dad was a pilot and I’m rather partial to airplane art.

I was pleased to purchase the painting direct from the artist, Simon G, and get a picture of him with his handiwork. He also told me the names of all the tribes shown in the plane windows—see the caption for the details.

Goroka Show bilum makers

I bought three (or was it four) bilums from the woman on the right

Bilums were next on the list. Everyone in Papua New Guinea carries one of these handy woven bags. I bought several made of bark, which is often called bush rope.

Coffee was our next hit. Poor John really, really loves his coffee. He’s an addict in the extreme. At the moment, we have at least nine different varieties of coffee beans in our house—and some inferior instant stuff. We visited the coffee tents several times and tried to order two kilos of coffee beans. On the last day of the show, the sellers were most apologetic about not being able to fulfil our order.

Power in town had been out for a couple of days (there was a generator where we stayed) and they couldn’t run the machine that could vacuum seal bags of beans. So we bought almost three kilos of ground coffee, and another three kilos of beans when we got back to Port Moresby. (I remember when Poor John visited Papua New Guinea in the 1980s and brought home something like 18 kilos of coffee.)

Goroka Show coffee sellers

PNG women have a role in selling and growing coffee

Goroka Show basket seller

We bought one of his baskets (not shown)

But then there was the mask. Normally I avoid masks, but this one was so amazing and so detailed and so lovingly made. And probably so out-of-bounds for Australia’s quarantine laws.

Luckily, this one wasn’t made with any hair products, but I was still wary. Poor John said, Go ahead and buy it. I’m sure it can be treated. The artist—I never got his name—said it took him a year to make and he wanted 250 kina or just over $100.

But I foolishly said, No, no.

I wasn’t so much concerned about quarantine, but more thinking that he should sell it to someone who doesn’t have a houseful of weird artefacts.

Goroka Show mask seller

The mask I wish I’d bought

Imagine my dismay on day two of the show, when we went back to the craft area to see if the mask was still there. It was gone. :( I asked the artist was he got for it. The customer had ‘beaten him down’ to a mere 100 kina. He didn’t look very happy about that.

Now that’s the crime. A guy works for a year on a work of art and gets less than a measly $50.

Even if it had been taken off me at quarantine in Australia, I wish I’d bought it for 250 kina. At least the fellow would have had some decent recognition and compensation for his labour of love.

And I might have ended up with an amazing mask somewhere in my house. I still don’t know where I would have put it, but don’t tell Poor John. He encouraged me to buy it, but never asked where I’d put it. Maybe he’s sorrier than I am.

Goroka Show mask seller

The seller wearing that mask. Still wish I’d bought it

14 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Bums, backs and bustles—more Goroka Show ‘exposed’

Goroka Show, bum dancing

Dancing cheek-to-cheek—the Junife group from Henganofi

I was totally out of control at the Goroka Show in Papua New Guinea—all that flesh, all those flashy get-ups, all those muscles, all that body art, all that pulsating music, all those thumping drums.

It was a complete sound-and-sight overload, so I caved in and did what I swore I wouldn’t do again after the last time my senses took a similar hammering in the Himalayas in 2011.

So what did I do? I confess. I took 800 pictures (and a few movies) in two days. I’m not proud, but then again, I suppose I am.

Now it’s taking me ages to wade through them (luckily I’m popping quite a few in the trash).

But I’m not going to keep you in suspense while I fiddle with photos.

So I’ve settled on sharing a big dose of bums, backs and bustles (I’ll save that other ‘b’ word ‘boobs’ until later).

But first I’ll tell you a little more about the show. It’s one of many such extravaganzas held each year in Papua New Guinea’s highlands. This two-day event usually occurs on the weekend closest to PNG’s independence day, 16 September.

This year about 130 tribes performed. Interested tribes pay a deposit to secure a place, and are then paid if they appear. No prizes are awarded, which makes sense when you consider the fact that some of these tribes are enemies.

I heard that the organisers had hoped to limit participation this year, but too many tribes already know the show’s bank account details. So they just go ahead and pay their deposit, and are confirmed as being in.

Goroka Show costume

Groups can have any number of people (most are large), and I’m guessing there were at least 2000 performers.

We were VIP guests—a $60 option available to foreigners and well-to-do PNGers. There weren’t more than 400 VIP tickets sold this year (compared to 360 last year). The big bonus in these tickets (general admission is about $2) is early admission. We were allowed in at 9am both days, while the general public can’t get in until noon.

Performers love the crowds and play their parts to the hilt. The great thing for us was being able to walk amongst all the performers. Every now and then, we found ourselves in the midst of a dance or facing a bow and arrow or a brandished spear. But it also meant we could closely examine the costumes and all those magnificent bodies, and even chat to the performers on the rare occasions that they actually took a break. You may have noticed that one of the back decorations is an animal pelt. It’s a cuscus or a PNG possum. Another performer is wearing cassowary feathers over his bum.

In addition to the still pics, I’ve added two short video clips of bums and bustles. I think you’ll agree that these bums, backs and bustles are impressive and expressive. The fellows in the top photos are part the Junife tribe from Henganofi. They were having a great time hamming it up and dancing cheek-to-cheek.

Bustles of the Goroka Show

Bustling about at the Goroka Show

8 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Let’s get the Goroka snake dance out of the way

Snake dancer, Goroka Show

A bit of grass that missed the soot treatment

Snake dancers, Goroka Show

The dancers get underway

Some of my readers are very, very squeamish when it comes to snakes. I know this because they’ve told me. So I thought I’d get the Goroka snake dancing out of the way, so these readers don’t have to live in fear that more snakes are on the way (this time around).

This group of all-male dancers was easy to spot. Covered in black soot, they are one of only a few of the performing tribes that blacken their grass adornments as well as their already black skin.

The snake, however, is a bit more colourful with a few rows of red and white dots and plenty of menacing red teeth. This year’s snake was made of a spongy sort of tube (maybe foam) covered in fabric. It was very flexible and probably quite light. I was told that snakes used to be made of wood. What a struggle to carry.

Lead snake dancer, Goroka Show

The lead dancer stops for a smoke

I came upon these dancers early on the first day of the show, when they were having a rest between numbers—the lead fellow was even having a smoke. Looking at the photos now, I can’t figure out exactly how many dancers there were or even how long the snake was. But I was impressed to see that there were dancers of all ages.

In fact, lots of groups included young girls and boys, and it’s great to see the tribal traditions and rituals being passed on.

By the way, Papua New Guinea is about the size of California. It has about 7 million people living in 19 provinces. It is one of the most culturally diverse countries in the world with about 850 distinct tribes and languages.

I think this tribe is from South Simbu Province, but let me know if you know they are from elsewhere.

Finally, here’s a short video clip of one of the many snake dances. I think the singing is coming from a nearby group because most of these guys aren’t moving their lips.

Goroka Show, snake dance

Snake dance in motion

Snake dancers, Goroka Show

Look at those muscles!

6 October 2014 / leggypeggy

Mardi Gras meets Halloween at the Goroka Show

Asaro mud men, Goroka Show

Asaro mud men don’t look quite so scary without their spears and masks

Where to start with the Goroka Show? Frankly I’m still reeling from an overload of colours, sights, sounds, songs and jiggling flesh. Oh yeah, I seen enough flesh to last a lifetime.

This show is just one of many tribal gatherings—known as sing-sings—that occur across Papua New Guinea. And they are unique to that country.

Australian administrators got the shows going in the 1950s and 60s as a way to get tribes to celebrate PNG’s extraordinary and diverse cultures.

Imagine bringing together hundreds of different, and sometimes warring or isolated, ethnics groups, and turning them loose in an enclosed area with all the body paint, eleborate decorations, boundless energy and stunning creativity from whatever the jungle, sea and shops have to offer?

Goroka’s sing-sing is one of the biggest and most colourful. It got started in 1956 and is usually on the weekend closest to 16 September (the date in 1975 that Australia gave PNG independence).

For the last few years, a friend in Port Moresby (and someone we travelled with in Africa in 2009) has urged us to see the Goroka Show, so this year we started planning. Poor John is the great organiser, so I left it to him to find a reasonably priced option.

Goroka Show, Papua New Guinea

The crowd watches one tribe strut their stuff

He found a wonderful choice in Best of PNG. The 11-day package included four nights in Goroka, two nights in an Asaro village, and five nights in and around Tufi. The price was fantastic (no, we didn’t get any discount or freebie), and we talked to people on more deluxe packages that spent four times what we did. But I should point out that we slept in basic grass shacks and in dorms at the National Sports Institute in Goroka,

I’ll be covering all the elements in our package, as well as the days we had in Port Moresby before and after. For now, here are a few more introductory pics—I’m still sorting through the hundreds I took. Also hope to post a couple of videos.

Oh, and about my comment that I’ve seen enough flesh to last a lifetime. I was joking. I want to go back next year and the next and…

Performer, Goroka Show, Papua New Guinea

A quiet moment before joining the dance, and yes that’s a bird wing on his head


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,117 other followers