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The Dani of Irian Jaya
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17226 |
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CULTURE
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2 / 1990 |
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Erika Fabian
Erika Fabian is a well-published freelance writer,
playwright, and photographer and is co-director of PSI
(Photographic Society International). |
Passing through the doorway of the small airport in Wamena, Irian Jaya, one seems to step back in time. Groups of men, individually naked except for long penis gourds and strings of beads, stare curiously at our party of white-skinned travelers in crumpled clothes. Dark-skinned, their features seemingly carved of stone, the natives stand relaxed and silent; only their eyes dart back and forth over our pale faces. These are the Dani, inhabitants of the Baliem Valley and named for the river that meanders through its center.
Few outside visitors enter this region and those who do need a police permit. The Indonesian government wants to ensure that visitors are caused no trouble, and that they create no trouble among the volatile tribes people, whose traditional belief is that "war is good" and for whom killing another man is considered part of a man's coming of age.
As we get into our minibus, one of the Dani separates from the others and slips into the back seat of the bus. "He is a friend of mine," explained our Indonesian guide, Rudy. "His name is Pua Himan, he is a chief in his village." Pua sits quietly during the ride into town. Besides a three-foot-long holim (penis gourd) he wears a walimo, a bib-like neckpiece that is made up of tight rows of small snail shells sewn onto a four-inch-wide strip of cloth. This dignified naked man, at ease among curious Westerners in a modern vehicle, was the first of many strange sights that we would encounter in the Baliem Valley.
Manner of dress
Irian Jaya, the western half of the island of New
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