Adventure one ends - now for a new beginning in the UAE
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Cheers
Cheryl and Ron of Arabia !!!!
This blog is about us - - Cheryl Malloy and Ron Stalenberg. We are volunteers for Australian Volunteers International who, having reached a mature age 'somewhere post 50', are now in a position to be able to assist in building capacity in a developing country. Ron is a former teacher and school administrator, Cheryl is a consultant and trainer who works in the community / NGO sector. Our address in Port Vila is PO Box 3104, Port Vila, Vanuatu
We finally got the chance for an “off-island” break recently. We had a lovely holiday starting with 2 days in Auckland - it didn't rain (! ! !) and they were two lovely days! Cheryl reacquainted herself with where she used to live and bought some classy Italian sandals (with heels!) on sale and we shopped madly for some new clothes for both of us.
After Auckland we flew off to Singapore for another 2 days of shopping and city life. We love Singapore - it is so orderly and well organised! (not at all like anything in the developing world). However there is poverty and people work hard to earn a living and there is a real current of deprivation under all the glitz and glamour. We noted it all and then just had a nice time in a lovely hotel and took in all the sights just as any tourist would.
And now onto the ship - the Superstar Gemini. We arrived to board and we were sure that everyone getting on the ship was in their dotage and thought 'Oh God - what have we done!' It was all gold and granite and very 'Asian deco' - and in the centre of the ship.... a Casino! We did notice there were hardly any children and thought this had to be good!
As it happened there were, of course, people our age and with similar interests and we met some lovely travellers from Canada and New Zealand and a heap of Aussies mostly from Western Australia. We settled into a lazy life of cocktails by the pool, being waited on for every whim and filling our time with nothing but sheer indulgence. The restaurants were sublime and the service and food fantastic.
There were only about 460 cruisers on board and I don't know where they were for most of the trip because we never felt crowded and rarely had to wait for anything. In fact there were more crew on board than passengers and we felt the benefit of that throughout the trip. If we had wanted to there were activities arranged for every moment of the day - movies, craft activities, dancing lessons, mahjong, cards, bingo, silly fun things like coconut bowling and sarong tying, line dancing, shuffleboard and deck quoits etc. and the cruise staff were enthusiastic and fun and so easy to get along with, nothing was too much for them to do to ensure we enjoyed ourselves. We did however choose not to do too many of the activities but took advantage of the gym, the spa and massage, the hairdresser and mostly the pool and pool bar! The cabaret and musical performances were very good and there was a troupe of Chinese acrobats, jugglers and contortionists who were sensational performers.
We had booked the cruise with some trepidation in light of the recent publicity of cruises as floating poker machine palaces with an accompaniment of Aussie yobo boozy louts who didn't know how to behave! There was no evidence of any bad behaviour or boozy indulgence (other than our own) and the whole trip was thoroughly pleasant, comfortable and luxurious!
Koh Samui in Thailand was the next stop after a day out of Singapore at sea. It is an island off the coast of Thailand. We did a day trip to the small town where the ship anchored. The resorts must keep the economy of the island afloat - the town had one cheap clothing shop after another, with a few furniture and souvenir places dotted throughout. The other cruisers booked rides on elephants and monkey shows, but we decided to just do a short visit to town and return to the ship. Ron went off to have a massage and Cheryl returned to the ship for more laying about around the pool and winding down – too easy.
After another day on the 'high seas' we arrived in Ho Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon - in fact everyone still called it Saigon when we were there. We chose to do a tour as the city has millions of people and we had no idea where we might go and what to do. As it turned out the tour was great - we visited the Regional Museum, had a ride in a pedalshaw (bike style rickshaw) - along with another 100 people from the cruise which presented a really funny sight! - visited the reunification palace where the north and south of Vietnam were reunited after the war and heard lots of history about the war and it's impact on Vietnam and development there. We also went to a factory where they produce some beautiful pieces of art. We bought a picture of some women planting rice in a field. The interesting thing about it is the picture is a mosaic of crushed duck shells in different colours and it is quite intricate and beautiful, and all handmade and finished by people who probably work for a week for less than the painting cost.
Another day at sea and then we visited Tioman Island, just off Malaysia. It was really just a resort island and would be a lovely place to go for a honeymoon or for that 'get away from everything' type holiday. We visited the island for a couple of hours and returned to the ship.
Then it was back to Singapore for another couple of days. We returned shopping to Chinatown and the ‘Little India” as well as Arab Street. A visit to the night Zoo was a must we were told and it was great. Lots of nocturnal animals all wandering about doing their things in the semi-light. In this artificial twilight you can’t see any of the fences and barriers so it was like we were walking / riding right next to them –lions, tigers, elephants, tapirs, etc etc. All capped by an amusing live show with some of the animal handlers.
Back on the plane, and home via an overnight stop in Auckland. The only down-side of the holiday was all the time you spend in airport lounges and queues waiting. But all was well worth it.
The underwater pictures in this entry are courtesy of Mike. He and Bec spent hours snorkeling the waters of Vanuatu taking pictures of fish and coral. They took some lovely pics and it was hard to decide which ones to use. The swimmer feeding the black damsels is Bec.
We have spent many pleasant hours floating around in our fins, goggles and snorkels just watching the fish play and eat.
The Neptune is a tourist boat that takes people for a 3 hours trip out of Port Vila to Paradise Cove for fish feeding and then back in behind Iririki Island to finish the afternoon off. It is an exceptionally pleasant, and not too expensive, afternoon. The crew of the boat are all local NiVanuatu people.
On reaching Paradise Cove one of the crew throws chunks of bread into the water and you see some large red fin bass and coral trout leap up and snatch the bread as it hits the water. They are quite big fish and spectacular to watch. The spectacle doesn’t end there. We all don our flippers, snorkels and goggles and drop off the back of the boat into the water, taking some bread with us to feed the fish. As soon as we hit the water we are besieged by hundreds of black damsel fish and other beautiful tropicals in an amazing array of fabulous colours. They come right up and eat out of your hands. The children on the trip are just screaming with delight – not to mention the adults who are nearly jumping out of the water in fright as the damsels nibble on assorted body parts!
Another great spot is Hideaway Island where the fish come right up to the beach and there are plenty of reefs to glide over and watch below. Our last trip to Hideaway saw 13 of us piled into the truck to come home. We took some people over and met others there and by the time we came home we had quite a gathering. It is common to see truckloads of local people coming and going but not so common to see a truck load of volunteers! Even the locals were having a good laugh at us on the way home. You could never do it in Australia without being arrested! Mind you Ron was driving very carefully because it had also started to rain! Too bad for the passengers in the tray – Willy got his goggles and snorkel out !!
We’re 390m above sea level on the top of Mt Yasur on the island of Tanna around 250Km south of Vila. We stand on the edge of a 2 tiered crater, looking down into its mouth. In front of us is another shallower crater, and then, the throat of the volcano with its (currently) 3 vents. Whilst we cannot actually see the lava bed, we don’t need to, There is enough here to be awesome without it. All we can see around us is black ash and rock. The carpark is over 300m from the crater and 150m lower. It also is strewn with the detritus of eruptions. There are slabs of cooled lava up to 2 metres long scattered over 300m from the base.
On our drive to the volcano we crossed the ash plain north west of the volcano. The prevailing winds here are from the south east, so this is where most of the ash from the volcano lands. It is some 3km wide and crossing it we circumvent the volcano’s base. Occasionally you will see the adventurous ash-boarding down the slopes. There are rocky outcrops here, evidence that, in the not too distant past, there were solid lava flows here. It’s all very pre-historic. And yet, a number of villages are quite close.
We visited two of villages during our stay here. One, called Tapu (we think) allowed us to see the men of the village doing some of their kustom dancing. Fascinating to watch – and their dance brings echoes of the volcano as they stamp their feet in unison, making the ground vibrate. They also show us some firemaking, using Hibiscus wood and finally entertain us with flute playing. The old man with the flute is almost mystical, playing from his perch up in the Banyan tree as the children watch, mesmerised.
The second village is one belonging to the John Frum Cargo cult. Every Friday, they gather from sunset to play music and dance until dawn. This village is a recent split from a larger village so the dancing is not as spectacular as we’ve heard. Nevertheless a fascinating insight into the culture of this island and its people. And I find I have a link to them. For they believe that, one year, on February 15 (my birthday), John Frum will come and deliver them a cargo containing all they will ever need. I observe that, in their simplicity and abundance of food, in the way they all work together with so very little conflict, they probably don’t need much more.
Such was our stay on Tanna.