I looked at this view down Cuthbertson Street towards Fairfax Harbour most Sundays when I lived and worked in Port Moresby in 1974 and again in 1976 and for the third and last time in 1982.
On Sunday mornings the mail came in from Australia together with the weekend's newspapers. The mail was delivered to the post office in the building with the little "hat" on the roof, and the newspapers were sold from the newsagency inside the flat-roofed building across the road.
There was always a mad dash for the newspapers before they sold out, after which we waited patiently in the sweltering heat for our mail which was usually delivered into our private mailboxes before midday.
Being on contract work, I always bought the FINANCIAL REVIEW which regularly advertised in its Friday edition financial jobs I could apply for, and I always waited for a reply to an application I'd previously sent off.
Which is how I read about and applied for and got the advertised job of chief accountant in Burma in 1974, and again read about and applied for and got the advertised job of accountant on Thursday Island in 1976.
Those two jobs alone had been worth waiting for in the sweltering heat.
