chicken in the bag

Asde monin there was a bus waiting with plenty room on it - unlike most Sundays when I have to wait patiently for about 8 or so buses to take away the bustle before I can get on one. And then as the bus went to drive away, a flat tyre was observed so we had to get off. Humphh! Then when the next one came a lot more people had arrived by this time but a man who had seen me get off the previous pushed me in front of him towards the door to ensure I got on. I went down the back and on comes a man with two lik lik pikinini girls and a chook in a bag - a live one with its head poking out having a look around. It's the quaint and unusual that makes PNG what it is. Some of the unusual are not so quaint - like the thieves and buai spittle and the piles of filth in the town square next to top town bus interchange.
Church (lotu) is such a contrast to the rest of the community. There you see Sunday best and so many smiling faces and shaking hands. There are lots of churches all with the same behaviour and they reinforce in my mind the conundrum - why is filth tolerated in public places in such a way as to make PNG look like a 3rd world country when there is so much 1st world humanity in the churches?