"Poor people," says Bryan, one of the foresters from PNG, when there are no White Croc people around. "They dont know their own boundries". The area we are demarcating for ecoforestry is quite a paddle away from the village, so they don't come here that often and don't know the place like the palm of their hands.

But I'm already impressed by the fact that they seem to have a pretty clear idea on where the boundary should or should not be. To me the forest looks all the same and after a five minute walk I can't even find the way back to the camp!

Ah, there is Rocky! Indeed, he got lost, but now he knows why! We went too far, apparently. We should have turned at that eaglewood tree back there (where?). Bryan had just painted a red spot on a tree, as a boundary sign, but now he grabs his machette and starts cutting the painted bark off. "Otherwise you guys might get in trouble with the neighbouring Wallaby clan..."