Day 13 - our last day

Morgan and I got up early and breakfasted together as we watched the sea.  Age was wiped out again and hadn’t slept well. We went back to check on him and he just wanted to sleep. So Morgan and I got our snorkels and we went to Blue Hole together. I allowed him to  lead where we went. We floated and swam for nearly two hours exploring the reef.

Age and Lilly had finished packing their things and had breaky when we got back.  It was a pretty relaxed exit. While we waited for our pick up, I set up the croquet lawn and the three of us knocked balls around. Lilly was really good at it, with a great eye of where she wanted her balls to go.

I snapped this photo of just one of the crazy things in the line ahead of us, going on the plane. Yes - they are roosters tied up in a bag together. Another one was a small boy holding a kitten.  

We had planned to get to Villa and catch a taxi into town to do some shopping and mooching. But as it was, none of us felt up the craziness, so shunted around the airport and waited for our flight.

Age is very inspired to come back and do alot of the tours and sights we didn't do. In particular he wants to go to one of the other larger islands - Santo - where the snorkelling is supposedly the best in the world.

Day 12 Blue Hole, Blue Cave and Golf

So sad to say that it is our last full day here.

As part of his birthday pressie, Age went on boat tour to a underwatercave. The idea was that they were dropped outside it and would have to dive under and go through a small tunnel to pop out inside.

The kids and I set off to explore the coast line below the resort at low tide.  Our first stop was to  Picinini hole - a gorgeous deep hole in coral  and a haven for fish and coral.  It was about the size of a swimming pool and even at low tide was about 3 metres deep in some places. We soon got sick of it as it was so small, but still an incredible eco system surviving in that space.

The reef walkers once again came into their own as the exposed and dead coral, coupled with the volcanic rock made for very treacherous passage. Walked along looking at sea cucumbers and hairy starfish - which were abundant I might add. 

Very slow going and not only spiky but slippery in places too.

As the tide continued to go out we got to the Blue Hole area.  We had been exploring for a few hours and we were all hot and a bit dehydrated. We were still a fair way away from shore and I decided the best way to get to shore was to swim - rather than wade our way.  Lilly completely cracked it then, making such a scene that one of the villagers along the shore rushed out with her dug out canoe and offered to save her. I was very thankful as Morgan had been really good but I knew he was tiring as well. She bundled them into the wooden dug out and swam alongside it - pushing it along to take them back to the beach and then pointed to the best entry spot to the Blue hole. 

Oh my goodness.  What an incredible experience. At low tide, there were still  drop offs which were endless. I snorkelled around the caves and cove, feeling a bit nervous about being out by myself - and that the kids would be ok.  I was really torn as  the Blue hole was arguably the most incredible snorkelling experience I’d had.  Reluctantly - and again because I freaked myself out with the deeper water, I went back to shore, promising to take them both out the next day.

I returned immediately with a gift of my last pair of shoes for the lass who showed such kindness to the kids. She was pretty chuffed.

I treated myself to a hot rock massage which sounds alot more glamorous than it is believe me. Basically the masseur grabs a heated rock and pummels it into your skin. Its hot, really hot and if you flinch, she takes it away and says - oh too hot?  and grabs another - equally burning one and slaps it onto your skin.

I gushed so much about the Blue Hole, that after lunch we all walked back - even though it was the turn of the tide. Before we did, we decided to go to the pool for some intense lessons for kids on their snorkelling gear. 

Visibility was really poor due to the churning sand and it  made it difficult to make out shapes and the reef was too deep to appreciate the beauty I had seen only hours before.

We got out of our wet things and hit the golf course again. I loved it - not so  much as a game - but that we as a family were doing something together, chatting and having a good time. 

It was a pretty low key evening before we packed and were asleep by nine - I know unheard if! I can’t believe how much I have been sleeping .

Day 11 in Vanuatu - Happy Birthday Age

It was our last day at the Friendly Bungalows and the night before we heard that another couple needed to be at the airport for 8 am - meaning another very early start breaky at 5.45 and into ute at 6.30.  It was either this - or wait till around 2 until the ute arrived back and could take us practically back the same way - so we opted to be time and fuel sensible and go early.

We arrived at  Whitegrass Resort  just on  8am when  everyonelse was walking to breaky and waking up. Originally I had planned for us to stay here the entire time, but many resorts will not take children to the volcano saying its too dangerous and traumatic. I am very glad we stayed over at the bungalows. Very rustic and a billion miles away from everything. I didn’t miss not having electricity - well - the Friendly had power for three hours a day, but I will also say I was very glad to have a hot shower and a toilet that worked. ( there I go again with the toilet thing)

It was a great choice as we had the whole day soaking up sun at the pool and getting black volcanic ash out of hair and clothes.  I have included a photo of one of the many secluded siting spots where you can just take in the scenery on cliff faces.

Age was very tired having had a few seizures over the last few days. He and Lilly slept in ‘proper’ beds for over two hours that afternoon.

Morgan and I decided to explore what the resort had to offer and started of with  a round of golf on their very cute three par course. It only had six holes but someone had put alot of work into it and we enjoyed ourselves immensely. It was Morgans first real go at golf and he tried his very best to listen to all the waffle I carried on about to assist with his swing. 

Given the course, I decided only to take  a 9 iron and putter with us.

With any game of golf, I  am always happy if I get a few good shots in. I was rewarded with the thwack of a well placed hit a few times - so for me - it was well worth doing.  I also had the opportunity to spent alone time with Morgan and just chat.  He was particularly pleased with the traditional watering hole end; when  I had a well earned shandy and he had a fanta spider.  We saw a few other games to amuse us with and I promised to check out the  croquet and the boules the next day.

Age woke inspired to take a walk, so set off with Morgan to check out the White grass plainlands and the horses. Lilly and I attempted tennis in thick kikua grass where once ball landed it thudded and rolled. We returned to the pool and hung out there till the light began to fade.

The boys returned, dirty and tired and a little confused as to if they had actually seen the plain lands.  It appeared that the descriptions and reality were a little at odds with each other. We celebrated Adrian's birthday with cocktails at sunset with a special dessert plate of fruit and flowers as his ‘cake’.