[An excerpt from The New Tradition book, which can be purchased as either a real book or now as a PDF.]

THE VOLCANOES OF Rabaul are still active, so much so that most of the town of Rabaul relocated to Kokopo, some 20 kilometres further distant – although still too
close for many, I am sure. I was in Kokopo to photograph a mask festival and, naturally, the nearby volcanoes.

The tourist in the photograph (above) kept walking into my photographs at various locations – I’d be lining up a shot and suddenly she’d wander into the scene. At first I was rather frustrated, as were many other ‘tourists’ wanting to capture an ‘authentic’ scene without a European implant, but as the days wore on (yes, I met this woman many times over the course of my stay), I decided not to fight it – why not make her a feature of the photograph instead?

The lady above has nothing to do with the photograph up top, but she has embedded herself in my memory – and perhaps now in yours! 

The headdresses and costumes at the mask festival were sensational and I wondered how I could get some of the dancers out onto the plains in front of the volcanoes. Even though I was travelling with an employee of PNG Tourism, it wasn’t to be.

One night in my hotel, I met David Kirkland, an Australian photographer who has made his mark in the travel field, especially in the Pacific. We introduced ourselves and chatted over a bottle of red wine. I mentioned to David my idea and he said I was too late! He was already working on just such a photograph and, much as he liked me, he was not going to invite me along. I understood.

David went on to explain that on the following day, he had to meet the clan leaders and be initiated in order to take the photographs. He and his PNG Tourism minder were to undertake the ceremony together.

The following night I met David again and I was keen to hear how he had gone. He explained that he and his tourism rep had been required to strip down to a basic lap-lap and walk out barefoot into the jungle with a clan of men, all dressed in ceremonial gear. As part of the initiation, they were to be struck on the back with a cane. David didn’t like the sound of this, but after he watched the tourism rep being lightly tapped with a long bamboo cane, he thought everything would be okay.

When his turn came, he walked confidently into position and a few seconds later, gasped and winced in pain. He bore the full impact of the narrow cane across his back. David explained to me that the tourism rep had provided the chief of the clan with a couple of bottles of good whisky before the ceremony. David had not – and so any chances of leniency were foregone. To prove his story, David stood up in the restaurant and lifted the back of his shirt, revealing a huge red welt placed diagonally across his back!

However, the good news is that the following day he took a great photograph of the local clan in their headdresses with the volcano behind. While David photographed his masterpiece on film, I proceeded with a couple of digital captures and a little help from Photoshop. The scene is not factually correct because, as David explained to me, the dancers that I photographed at the Kokopo festival would never be given permission to stand in front of the volcano like this, because it is not their land. The giveaway is the design and colour of the headdress, but I am hopeful that few viewers of my photograph will be aware of this transgression.

I certainly think that it is a better option than being caned!

If you're interested in visiting PNG with Tony Hewitt and me in July 2027, it will be a photo tour like no other! Check out the details on the www.betterphotography.com website.