I flew into Tari from Port Moresby. The landing field was small and remote. After we landed I noticed that there were many people waiting for our plane to arrive. I wasn't sure if this was the way it was with every plane or if somehow our plane was special. After we disembarked, a coffin was offloaded onto the field. A prominent figure from one of the Tari villages who worked in Port Moresby had passed away. The locals faces were painted in mourning and many were wailing in sorrow. Two days later there was a funeral procession through the main area of town. The men of each village wearing their flower-decked wigs of human hair and with their bodies painted, walked in their own group carrying a long pole with money attached. I was so fortunate to have been able to witness this amazing site. Sometimes when going to a remote area you think that the locals are dressed for tourists, I was able to see the real deal ...an amazing highlight of my trip to the Tari Basin!