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The Rock-itt : January 2012
“It is rare indeed to find even the most primitive race of man without some good characteristics, yet I should say the Goiribaris are utterly lacking in any estimable human qualities whatever. They are revoltingly filthy. Their villages are built on mud, as children they play in mud. Their food of sogo, snakes and crabs is derived from the mud and if they do not leave their villages- and few of them do- all their lives they are accustomed to seeing nothing but mud. In consequence, it is not surprising that they never trouble to remove the caked mud from their bodies. They are well versed in every degenerate sexual practice and treat their women folk much worse than most other primitive tribes. In cultural stands they are little above the beast.” Is it any wonder that Errol was on his guard as they battled their way to Moresby? I won’t elaborate further on Errol’s description of some of these primitive villagers that he encountered in 1930, but today in this era, when I spent considerable time in New Guinea, I found the people to be peaceful and harmonious. Yet I was told venturing too far up the Fly River things could change dramatically and if you didn’t want to lose your head then stay away from certain areas, which I did. As Sirocco continued on her way to Moresby they came across lots of turtles swimming ashore to lay eggs. One morning Errol came across Inamotu who was sitting on the beach with a group of natives. They had rolled one of these large turtles on its back and had made a fire on its stomach. The turtle was still alive and its flappers were slapping at the air helplessly. Errol was disgusted at the blatant act of cruelty and shouted at them to stop as he ran over and kicked the fire from the helpless turtle’s stomach. Errol was furious and sent one of the natives back to the Sirocco to fetch his revolver. Inamotu could see what was making Errol so irate and tried to explain that the turtle could not feel the pain because of its slow metabolism. Errol raised his pistol and pumped three bullets into its head in an effort to put the poor creature out of its misery. Then to Errol’s astonishm ent there was no reaction from the turtle, it just kept moving its head back and forth and flapping its flippers slowly in the air. This was incredible; Errol pumped three m ore bullets into the head of the turtle resulting in the same reaction. Next Errol told one of the natives to behead the creature and put it out of its agony. The native did as was instructed but even after the head was severed the body of the turtle still moved as it sucked in air from the severed wind pipe. Inamotu again tried to explain to Errol that the turtle could not be killed and that was why it was not cruel to cook and eat it the way they were doing it. Eventually Errol gave up and left the natives to their own devices. Turtles die when they are ready to die. They choose the time themselves. If you have missed any of the instalments of “Hobart to Hollywood” and can’t lay your hands on a hard copy from one of our outlets, you can go back to where the serial began in 2009. Log onto www.therockittmagazine.com.au click on ARCHIVES at bottom right hand side of your screen for previous issues. Any problems email me on: firstname.lastname@example.org FOR THE BEST HAIR CUT ON THE NORTHERN BEACHES MONDAY TO SATURDAY (EXCEPT WEDNESDAY) OPEN 7AM 38 ROGER STREET, BROOKVALE 2100 PH: 9905 8240 Mobile: 0407 434 758