LIFE in Port Moresby for me and Rose and me wasn't all flowers and sweet talk. One weekend Rose went missing. Around midnight I got worried and (perhaps foolishly) decided to trawl the nightclubs and discos to try and find her.
I eventually ended up at the 21 Club, Boroko, not perhaps the best place for a single waitman on a Saturday night. But they let me in, and I got chatting to some local barflies and eventually learned that she had been seen earlier but had moved on.
A lovely young lady came up to me and said, "If you buy me a drink I can tell you more." Which I did, but something was not quite right. She was very friendly, but through the bar's rather dim illumination I realised she was not a she but one of the Gay Night entrants I had not voted for at the Shady Rest a few weeks before.
'She' was rather sweet however, and advised me to check Shooters if I wasn't interested in a better offer.
I politely declined, but in the haste had forgotten that I was rather underdressed in my Simbu Warriors tee-shirt completed by shorts and thongs.
When I got to Shooters, there was Rose in the car park with some friends. Arriving at the entrance, they refused me entry because I didn't meet their dress code.
I felt a sense of ephemeral satisfaction that at least some PNG clubs were maintaining standards.
Feeling a bit bold after a few drinks, I went on strike and sat in the car park refusing to move. The bouncers didn't know what to do, so they called out to Rose to deal with me. I asked her to go back to our flat, get my best suit, white shirt, tie and shoes and come back.
She did. So I got dressed in the car park - in full view of a few dozen patrons - and re-presented myself to the bouncers in my best Saturday-night evening attire.
They let me in!
Later I got talking to the DJ's who were short of CD's. So I went home (just five minutes away) and got some of mine to give them. By way of reciprocity, I asked them to burn a CD of Rose's favourite songs.
Last Sunday, I came upon the CD and two days ago we danced the night away to Rose's favourite music, in memory of some of the best and worst and most interesting nightclubs in Port Moresby.
I don't recommend that anyone else try this.