Busilmin. If you can imagine the end of the world, Busilmin is it. Busilmin brings the definition of isolated to life. It is this isolation, this remoteness, that defines existence in the depths of the rainforest. Death is life. Life is death. Survival is the bridge. It is into the heart of this seclusion that Mission Aviation Fellowship chooses to fly; into depths of this need that we conveyed our very young family. Out of this beautiful land that we departed with our much older family, and a lifetime of near-unbelievable memories. This is not about planes. The aircraft are only the scenery for the tale. These are the stories of our years in Papua New Guinea. All families have stories. The backdrop for our narrative is the end of the world, and that brings a unique flavour to these accounts. The Sibilanga pig. The bullet at Aiyura. Crocodiles. Rainbows. Strange food. Places with stranger names. All with one thing in common: unpredictable, unforeseen, unanticipated, unexpected.
