We trekked from the main inland town of Irian Jaya to the small village of Angguruk, where the missionaries had carved out a landing strip and a plane was to come pick us up within a couple of days and return us to town. It took ten days to get to Angguruk, and not only was it a treacherous slog over wet, slippery mountains, but we were not provisioned to make the trek back. Neither were we provisioned to wait in Angguruk for ten more days before the missionaries finally sent a plane (too long a story to relate here). We survived by trading tobacco (I was wisely advised to bring lots of it) and other goods for firewood, rice and yams. Towards the end it was potatoes and potato leaves three meals a day. There was a doctor and his wife stationed in this town by the Indonesian government – a Chinese Javanese man who, because of discrimination against ethnic Chinese, needed to take an undesirable government post in order to further his medical career. They were not happy to be there, but I has glad they were - they invited me to dinner and gave me a stack of Time magazines to read.