Dogster went to P.N.G. three times. He’d still be going there now if they hadn’t tried to kill him.
‘What’s that down there, Bongo?’
‘Five mile,’ he said and started to slow. Soon we were in the midst of the squatters town. A large group of men, were gathered and, as our car drove closer, moved purposefully across the road. Someone shouted. I saw arms pointing.
‘Windows up!’ hissed Bongo and swung the wheel. The crowd swarmed towards us. He made it most of the way around before they circled the car. Men with white circles painted round their eyes jumped in front of the car. One smashed down on the bonnet with his machete….