Diary
Rory Stewart: In Papua, 20 July 2000
“... in cold rain, where you could not see the sunset. Caleb’s toes emerged out of the mud in a row, straight as piano keys, his feet together, his weight evenly balanced. Although his testicles were hanging free, where you would have expected to see a penis there was a thin six-inch tube of brittle gourd sticking vertically into the air. A string tied round his ... ”