href="#u06740bf4-a56f-5312-a51e-196c054fa4f1">INTRODUCTION
AUTHOR'S DEDICATION
To IMBC
for inspiration
above and beyond
Many people have given generously of their time to help with this book. Among them are: Phil Reid, the best of travel companions; Paul Lundberg, who offered crucial introductions and corrected errors; Beni Wenda, a friend and the best of guides; Wayne Knight, a superb helicopter pilot; many Catholic fathers and brothers; friends Leroy and Philomena Hollenbeck; and John Cutts, a most dynamic and intelligent son of West Papua.
THE AUTHOR
Kal Muller has explored, photographed and written about Indonesia for more than 20 years. His work has appeared in dozens of books, as well as in the pages of National Geographic, Geo and many other magazines. Muller typically spends at least half the year in Indonesia, and the rest at his home in Mexico.
CONTRIBUTORS
John Cutts arrived in West Papua in 1954. His parents were pioneering missionaries in the highlands, and he grew up with the Moni, Dani and Nduga in the Homeyo and Hitadipa areas. His wife Joy and two daughters, Jaime and Jenna, have also lived with the Moni for many years. Cutts now works as a community liaison for Freeport Indonesia.
George Chaloupka works with the Museum of the Northern Territory in Darwin, Australia. He is an acknowledged expert on Australian Aboriginal and Melanesian rock art.
One of West Papua's most distinctive birds, the mambruk or Victoria crowned pigeon, Goura victoria. Photograph by Alain Compost.
A Dani man, sitting on the straw floor of a honai in the central highlands, plays a traditional mouth harp of split bamboo.
PART I
Introducing
West Papua
As the 19th century wound down, only one of the world's great lands still remained cloaked in mystery: New Guinea. Here was a place where pulp writers could indulge their fits of fancy, populating this great unknown island with strange beasts and even stranger people, and no one could yet prove otherwise.
The Baliem Valley, where agriculture had been going on for 9,000 years, and which supported a population density of almost 1,000 people per square kilometer, first felt the gaze of an outsider in 1938.
Today hardy travelers can still get a special thrill pulling out a good, U.S.-produced flight map of West Papua (formerly Irian Jaya) and seeing the words "Relief Data Incomplete" printed across great swaths of territory.
West Papua's 2 million people form a patchwork of ethnicities, speaking, by most estimates, as many as 250 distinct languages. The island's great size and rugged terrain have isolated them from one another for thousands of years, and each has developed a distinct culture and lifestyle.
The Dani of the central highlands, perhaps the best-known of the West Papuans, live in communities of tidy little thatch-and-wood huts, surrounded by neatly kept gardens of sweet potato vines. The scene has reminded more than one writer of the farm country of the American Midwest, and as such it is a remarkably incongruous sight on an island otherwise unmarked by the hand of man.
Although the stone axe was unceremoniously abandoned as soon as steel became available a few decades ago, the Dani remain resolute in sartorial matters: penis gourds for men, and fiber skirts for women. Even a concerted effort by the fledgling Indonesian government failed to convince Dani men that pants were superior to their horim.
If the Dani are West Papua's most famous group, the Asmat of the South Coast are the Island's most notorious. Historically, Asmat culture was centered around a cycle of headhunting. Fresh enemy heads were necessary to bring about the periodic spiritual rejuvenation of the village.
As long ago as 1770, Captain Cook's landing party was sent packing from their territory with volleys of arrows and frightening bursts of lime, but the Asmat's most famous victim may have been Michael Rockefeller, who disappeared after his boat capsized off the southern shore in 1961. He could just as well have met a more prosaic death by drowning, however, or been devoured by a saltwater crocodile.
Today, the mention of cannibalism—or ritual warfare in the highlands—yields embarrassed smiles and shrugs, and it has of course been banned by the government. But there are still pockets of this great island where the missions and government haven't yet reached, and no one can say what cultural practices exist there.
Modernization, and tourist infrastructure, have come to West Papua, if in a much more limited way than in western Indonesia. Wamena, in the heart of the Baliem Valley, is an hour-long, daily flight from Jayapura, West Papua's