It took Joerg all of 10 minutes after we arrived to climb a coconut tree. He and a friend that accompanied us out from Manokwari climbed the trees so that we could have fresh coconut milk. 
Fresh coconut milk definitely tastes the best straight from the coconut.
Our house is sort of a hangout spot because we are between the school and the store and because the well, a volleyball net, and the bus stop are in our “front yard.” There are always kids and adults hanging around, and Joerg and I try to practice our Indonesian on them. 
This picture cracked me up because little kids with big knifes are nothing extraordinary around here.
We are constantly living in a fish bowl here, we haven’t seen one white person since we left Sentani 2 weeks ago. We do things so differently than them that we still need a lot of help to learn to do simple things the “Papuan” way. Day by day it gets easier but sometimes it is a little overwhelming so I like to take walks to clear my head and enjoy the sunsets.
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Well, how are Joerg's feet holding up? I couldn't tell from the photos since he wasn't wearing shoes up in the tree! He almost looks like a native up there!
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