Diary
Rory Stewart: In Papua, 20 July 2000
“... shells are for weddings. That woman is very pretty.’ In the photograph, the young girl wore the white shells between her breasts. Her face was coated in ceremonial mud. ‘Do you have the shells now?’ ‘No. Father Geet burnt them all.’ ‘What do you mean, “he burnt them”?’ ‘Just that, he built a bonfire and burnt everything: headdresses, nose ... ”