This has to be one of the weirdest jobs I have ever had. Right now I am lying on a large bed in a 5 star hotel in Port Moresby. I am here for 3 weeks doing a survey job near the airport, for the airport and hence I am staying at the Airways hotel. I have an espresso machine in my room, and with all the survey gear I have managed to make the room look like any other motel room I have stayed in while out working!! The only real difference is the art work and flash furniture. They have martini hour from 5.30 to 6.30 where you can sit and chat or watch tv while you get served martinis or champagne and little party pastries (refusing to use their flash word here). I think I need to remind you that I am a rather scruffy looking field surveyor who does not own shirt with a collar who has in the last three months slept in crap motels, the side of the road, on the beach, at backpackers, in a tent and yes, even under a bridge but there is a story there that I really cant be bothered going into but under bridges are rather warm though rodents, snakes and other animals have also discovered this.
The work, I have 13 people working with me, 3 utes, a man with a bow and arrow with some nasty looking arrow heads, I have 3 security guards following me around and want to look over my shoulder at what I am doing at every turn which is extremely annoying especially when you want to walk off some where. Someone sits at each piece of equipment.
To top of this surreal situation I find myself, for lunch today it was a packed lunch of salmon club sandwiches with the crust cut off, strawberry tart and a bottle of water. I am not sure they make packed lunches for people who walk around at 100 miles an hour in that head. If I was an upper class snotty rich person then maybe it would be appropriate. I will have words tomorrow to see if a couple of ham sandwiches and some bananas could be mustered up.
Two days down and another 20 to go - this will be interesting.