Came across this picture the other day. Dated December 2004, this was the day we pulled our first Pilatus Porter out of the 40 foot container it had been shipped in. The floor, and the rest of the airplane, was brand new. The last people who had cleaned it were Swiss--you could eat off this floor. The next time you're on an airline flight, when you go to the lav, look down at the flooring...it'll look exactly like the surface of this floor in the Porter. I guess they use the same stuff in most airplanes, but since the Swiss haven't messed with your lav floor, I wouldn't recommend eating off it. For that matter, the day that picture was taken would have been the last one you'd have wanted to use that particular Pilatus Porter floor as a plate.
Our floors get messy. Just about anything and everything goes in our airplanes--if it can fit in the door, we've probably flown it at one point or another. And because we're here to serve isolated tribal people, our priorities are on meeting their needs, not keeping our planes clean.
In the highlands, the main cash crop is, um, pigs. They have an incredibly high value both culturally and economically. I just heard of a rather large individual going for $3,000. That's a phenomenal pile of cash in this economy. I know zip about animals, but I've learned a few things about pigs over the years. I can say with a fair bit of authority born of personal experience that pigs aren't particularly clean beasts. Another thing I've learned is that if you tie them up and pile them into an airplane with a bunch of their friends, they can get a bit excited. And the thing with pigs is, if they get too excited, their control over their bowels is significantly impaired. So our floors get dirty. Don't eat off them.
I remember one of the early flights with the airplane whose clean floor is pictured at the beginning of this post. I had flown a pile of pigs to the main government center in the highlands to be sold at market. On arrival, one of the good-hearted fellows who was helping me unload the pigs went apoplectic upon discovering the handiwork of a pig who had gotten particularly excited. He started chewing out the villager who had accompanied his pigs on the flight.
"You can't let your pigs poop in this airplane! Can't you see it's brand new!"
I had to calm my friend down and I told him that the whole reason we acquired these airplanes was to have pigs poop in them. Really. The only access most interior Papuans have to markets is via the airplane and it's a key part of our ministry to help them develop their local economies. So the pigs get to poop on the floors.
Our aircraft floors get a lot of other not-so-pleasant-stuff on them as well. We fly about one medevac a week. Some are pretty clean--people with malaria, broken bones, that kind of thing. Some get pretty messy. Gunshot wounds, folks with dysentery, women in labor. We've had at least one instance of a patient bleeding to death on a flight. This fellow was on the losing end of a machete flight.
|photo by Tim Harold|
But no matter how messy our floors get, I wouldn't trade this job for anything else, sterile working conditions notwithstanding. One of the most rewarding parts of the ministry out here is the chance to touch some of the these people that most of the world has forgotten about. People with dirty feet. Climb in. I've got a clean floor for you to put them on.