I cant comment on the Febrina, as we stayed at Walindi, but air travel within PNG is not pleasant. We had to stay overnight in Port Moresby on the way out (huge prices for a basic room in a hotel) due to no connecting flights, but as it turns out , all Air Niugini flights to Hoskins were cancelled that day anyway.
(We chose AN over Airlines PNG because of the slightly better safety record...)
We arrived at the domestic terminalthe next moring , two hours before our flight and were still waiting to check in after the scheduled departure time. It was absolute carnage.
We finally stopped being polite and barged to the front of a queue and demanded to be let on the flight. We ran all the way to the gate and then out to the waiting plane to find it virtually empty. We then sat on the tarmac for another hour and a half while folk boarded in dribs and drabs.
The return journey was just as grim. We showed up at the 'airport' and stood outside for an hour until it opened. It was then a scrum around the check in desks . Some locals had been waiting for a week to get on a flight. Our group all had onward connections in Port Moresby and thanks to the fact that we demanded to be given seays and the Walindi driver having a quiet word, we all managed to get on. Once on the plane it was a repeat of the outward journey. People boarding in singles and pairs for well over over an hour. We just made our onward connections, but it has put me off ever going back to PNG, which is a shame becasue the diving was superb.
(We chose AN over Airlines PNG because of the slightly better safety record...)
We arrived at the domestic terminalthe next moring , two hours before our flight and were still waiting to check in after the scheduled departure time. It was absolute carnage.
We finally stopped being polite and barged to the front of a queue and demanded to be let on the flight. We ran all the way to the gate and then out to the waiting plane to find it virtually empty. We then sat on the tarmac for another hour and a half while folk boarded in dribs and drabs.
The return journey was just as grim. We showed up at the 'airport' and stood outside for an hour until it opened. It was then a scrum around the check in desks . Some locals had been waiting for a week to get on a flight. Our group all had onward connections in Port Moresby and thanks to the fact that we demanded to be given seays and the Walindi driver having a quiet word, we all managed to get on. Once on the plane it was a repeat of the outward journey. People boarding in singles and pairs for well over over an hour. We just made our onward connections, but it has put me off ever going back to PNG, which is a shame becasue the diving was superb.