The clock in the TV show counts down the seconds... |
One day, Rebekah, Jessie and I were discussing what if our lives were made into the show 24. I recall one particularly stimulating day a couple of years ago when I was concluding a workshop on the Rai Coast.
Waiting at the airstrip... |
Get up and get dressed. Eat some granola. Pack up last minute stuff.
Episode 2: 7 am
Walk to airstrip hauling luggage. Expected departure is at 7:30 am.
Episode 3: 8 am
Wait at airstrip. No sign of plane.
Episode 4: 9 am
Wait at airstrip.
Episode 5: 10 am
Wait at airstrip.
Episode 6: 11 am
Wait at airstrip.
Episode 7: 12 pm
Wait at airstrip. Eat snack.
Hooray! It arrived! |
You get the picture. The plane didn’t arrive until 1 pm (unavoidable delays), where it then took the first load of passengers to their village, while my team and I waited until about 4 pm, when we finallly boarded, flew back to Ukarumpa, got home, ate a quick supper, and was in bed by 9 pm.
Contrast this with my recent trip to Australia, where everyone not only wore watches and carried smart phones with alarms, but planned events down to the minute, packing more things into the day than I would have put into my entire week in Papua New Guinea (PNG). Efficiency, productivity, speed were key. People talked fast, walked fast, zipping from one thing to another, eating meals on the go, with barely a pause. Navigating the streams of racing passengers swarming over the Flinders Train Station in downtown Melbourne was definitely not a feat for the faint-hearted (I barely made it out alive!).
I’ve joked with my family that their one day in the US is equal to my one week in PNG at our centre (which in turn is equal to about one month in a village setting). I don’t respond to your email in a week? Well, just pretend one day passed for me (also, similarly, our shortest measure of time that is really worthwhile is the day. Seconds, minutes, and hours just don’t have a lot of purpose...)
More waiting for the airstrip... |
Both time orientations have their merits, of course, but the transition from one to another is always a bit of a shock, especially when I come from a place where an entire TV series could be spent waiting at an airstrip...