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"We thought we were in a peaceful village until we realized we were being stalked by the primitive Mudmen of New Guinea."
1. "Anna and I always wanted to visit a tribe of Mudmen to see one of their Sing-Sing ceremonies," George Malynicz tell us. "Our guide, Peter Barter, refused to tell us exactly what their ceremony entailed, just to heightened the suspense a little. But we got more that what we bargained for. We followed the Asaro River into the New Guinea interior into a village where it was rumored, there might be a Sing-Sing. Sure enough there were only women and children in the huts. Peter said the men must be in the jungle preparing for the ceremony, and went to look for them. Anna and I waited near the village.
2. "Suddenly a lone warrior appeared out of the bush and moved slowly towards us. My first reaction was to grab Anna and run. But then I realized we were being stalked by at least 30 warriors from all sides. They approached us silently, carrying spears, in a kind of menacing slow motion dance. When I was certain we were done for, I spotted Peter taking pictures of the whole incredible thing. The Mudmen were highly unpredictable, and even Peter became concerned.
3. "Peter shouted to the Mudmen to stop stalking us and joined us to talk to them in pidgin English. We found out that that stalking Sing-Sing dance was a re-enactment of a legendary tribal battle which their ancestors won by frightening off their enemies. Looking at the Mudmen we could understand now.
4. "Back in Goroka, our hotel terrace was a welcome sight, and we couldn't stop asking about our adventure with the Mudmen. Even more welcome was the sight of Canadian Club." Smooth as the wind, Mellow as sunshine. Friendly as laughter. It's the whiskery that's light enough for women yet bold enough for men. The whiskey that's "The Best in The House" in 87 lands. |
