Port Vila

So far no one has asked for the bikes back. Good news. It does mean we (we being me and the doc) can nip off yet again to find some more stuff.

Today’s stuff included more waterfalls. I had a silly assumption in my head that we could just cycle to the bottom of the waterfall and then simply walk around for free. Oh no. They’ve managed to turn the waterfalls into a money making business, which, by the time we had spent an hour cycling to them we had no choice but to accept.

Money handed over, bikes propped up next to a shed with no locks and off we walked… 


Have to be honest. The place was covered in little waterfalls. It was really quite beautiful really. We got to a couple of streams that we had to ford, which they had very kindly left a rope to cling onto just in case it was a little rough I guess…


After a bit more walking barefoot… avoiding anything too sharp… we eventually made it to the main attraction…


As you can imagine and see, no one is going to be content with simply staring at it from the bottom… you have to feel the water whizzing over your toes. Which is exactly what we did, again using the extremely safe safety ropes that they provide… All at your own risk mind… so please don’t slip!


I did attempt to take a picture from nearer to the source… it didn’t really work… me and my camera just ended up very wet. Turning round and taking a picture behind me was far more successful.


That was basically my day summed up… seeing as we have so many tender ports I’m not getting off much… the next port I jumped off at was somewhere called Tangalooma. I had also never heard of it. Australian apparently… and also very pretty…


It soon became apparent as we strolled along the beach having a paddle that we weren’t alone…


Starfish. Everywhere. Or I believe they are now called sea stars since they’re not fish, which I think is a bit obvious really but hey, why not change the name. It soon became obvious though that this paradise of life that we thought we were staring at was actually just a starfish graveyard. Every single one of the poor blighters was dead… some a little more shrivelled up than others depending on how long they’d been tanning for…


The only comforting thought we were left with is the the knowledge that starfish don’t have a brain?

Noumea

So it all started off pretty standard in clinic for a port day. Usual few punters popping in, most of whom just seemed to want to chat. Then we had a sweet old lady who had taken a tumble and after discovering a broken bone we had to sedate her and play around with the plaster a bit to fix her up. 

However, what me and my collegue Craig were waiting for was the chance to nip out on our bikes. Both of which had flat tyres. So after leaving him in medical to finish off sorting out the lady I popped off the ship to find a pump. Found a chap over at a bike hire place and after promising to advertise his business to thousands of people he agreed to pump the tyres up for free! Perfect! He also told me about a few bike trails on the other side of the island so the destination was set.


Now to describe Noumea as hilly would be an understatement. Finding a flat piece of road was almost. We did though pass a runway… which I think was the only flat bit in the whole city.


I was kinda thankful for the 30 second break to do a bit of plane spotting. It wasn’t long after this that we found ourselves trying to break a few of our own bones nipping round a pretty cool trail on the east side of the island.



We can’t peddle forever so we eventually decided to try and find a beach. That didn’t really work though. Instead we found ourselves running straight into some cultural centre called Tjibaou.

After bumping into a security guard and realising we don’t speak any French he pointed us in the direction of the entrance and we found ourselves wandering around a neat little museum.


Leaving it until the last minute before we decided to head back to the ship we again navigated the hills and found ourselves back at our little home.

Turned out clinic wasn’t too busy… so what do you do with a roll of labels that don’t fit anything and no one wants? Well… just roll them out to count them, see how long the roll is, see if it’s as long as the ship, generally create a mess…