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Published: August 26th 2008
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Relief, it is a wonderful feeling isn’t. The nervous tension that builds up, controlling your senses until that moment when it disappears. It may be sitting on the loo because you have been busting the 'drop off Les Enfants' or when your boss tells you that you don’t have to do a presentation. It appears in many forms; well our relief was when we got back to the Blue Pango. A mediocre style accommodation before we left but the very picture of opulence when we returned. The walls were concrete, the toilet did not talk to you, and the bugs were only there because they were living on you. It was a great feeling; to top it off the dog had given birth to lots of puppies.
We had a couple of days to go around Efate and visit the waterfalls/islands that were famed within the LP. However, the human petrie dish himself had brought back another stomach complaint, seriously how ill can this person be. Even Mother Theresa would have run out of patience and turned off the support machine. But my little Dr has far more concern than most and she remained strong, it also helped that she
had the same squitty problem. So we changed plans, dosed up on the meds and went into town with clear objectives.
1. Get a DVD that is watchable, without random cinema occupants standing up in front of the recording.
2. Pick up food items that would not make matters worse but make you feel good.
3. Try not to bring the mood down with angry Stuart (A being that is even more feared than the hulk).
Again we managed to make two out of three. So our day after arriving back in Vila was spent gorging rubbish food and visiting the toilet. It must be the same ritual backstage at the London fashion week. We spent minor times outside looking at the great view and sampling some hammock time. The surf still sucked so not missing out on that front. It was frustrating however as you want to pack in so much to all of the places that you visit but throughout the twelve month period it is very hard to keep the pace going, sometimes you have to down tools. This way of tasking was perfectly illustrated when I did my work experience with my Dad, I
now know why the electrical systems in hospital fail so much, cup of tea Frank?
We awoke the next day with not just bedsores but also the feeling as if we had just come out of a coma. We had to move more today, it was a must. We got into the mini bus and headed to the thriving metropolis of Port Vila, it had a couple of faces. The influence of Europeans is very apparent, there is a French quarter and a fine selection of international sailing vessels parked in the harbour. So with the bad belly not letting the thought of market fodder enter into the psyche we opted for the very western café nestled on the side of the dock.
We sat and ate pizza, praying not to pass wind and relaxed with a cup of coffee. It was a good time to plan out tomorrow as we would be flying out of Vanuatu. Back at the Pango and with only the slight glimpse of our bodies in the mattress we relaxed back into sloth mode and hooked up another for national DVD day.
The day of our departure was a little emotional, the
Pango turned out to be great base. The Korean owners were hosts that would do anything for you as long as you could mime what you wanted them to do. We were happy with our goodbyes, all need to do is wave and look sad. But we packed up and with a full load carry got ourselves back to the café that we had eaten in the day before. We blogged our hearts out for the next couple of hours, trying to fill you people in on our progress.
Hailing a mini bus was as easy as getting a Stella Aaaartoissssss out of Jack and we were very shortly at the international arm of the airport. We stood in the queue of no-one waiting for our flight to take us to the second most happy place on the planet. All we could do is try and find something to spend our remaining Vatu on, I wanted to go for a cup of coffee but Em opted to give it to a dog charity. I know there is a dog out there enjoying that coffee.
Vanuatu was a great place, it had so many different faces from the ex
colonial society to the basic kava fuelled tribal life. Each of them have to be tasted, I can guarantee that a smile and laughter will be attached to all of the proceedings. Especially if you choose the latter.
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