Muddy Heaven
The view of Doumori is indeed quite worthy of being called heavenly. Coconut trees line the banks of the river, with green grass that marks how fertile this land is.
I woke up in a hut in Doumori, a small village at the mouth of the Fly River in Western Province, Papua New Guinea (PNG). The sun\'s rays burst through small holes in the woven wall of sago leaves. The stove in the middle of the room was still steaming; Mama Ruth had just boiled water for breakfast.
The biological call brought me to the door, ready to descend the steps of the stilt house. I was surprised to see that the ground under the house was covered in mud. The previous day, I arrived by a small canoe because the whole village was flooded. Now, the water was not completely dry either.