Port Vila to Beez
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 12 Oct 2015 22:57
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Port Vila, Vanuatu to Beez
Neez, Fiji
  We packed this morning, ate a variety
of bits and bobs for breakfast including the last of our ice cream, handed over
a box of goodies to Ruth our lovely ‘lady who does’, Bear gave me an easy
backgammon victory and off we went to the airport. Just as we parked there was a
short but very heavy downpour which gave our little
car a good wash, keys dropped we sat in the
cafe until a big flight to Brisbane had been checked in, that done we
could put our cases in. On the way over Bear’s case was really light and mine
was just under the twenty three kilos, this journey I had given him all the
heavy stuff and he weighed in at twenty two point nine – whew. Yes, and yours had bags of space......... Never
travelling without the scales again.
 Once through Immigration we picked up
our duty-free, still cannot believe a litre of Absolut was nine pounds. We sat
and watched the world go by until our ATR 72-600 was
ready to board.
    Our very new little plane was soon
ready for the off. The old ‘no smoking’ sign now
replaced with ‘no electric gadgets’ next to the
‘fasten your safety belt’– very trendy when the lights went
out and the ‘glow in the dark’ strip glowed
fluorescent green.
 As we taxied out we passed one of the airport buildings that had been badly damaged in
Cyclone Pam.
  Up in the air, we bade a very fond
‘farewell’ to Port Vila and the island of Efate –
unsure if we will ever make it back.
   Up through the
clouds and above, a really pretty sky.
 Lots of the sixty seats in economy
were free so Bear got to have two suppers – there
were only two seated in the eight places at the posh end. We thoroughly enjoyed
our cheese and tomato roll, little bun and Tymo {just like a
Penguin}.
   Back to the sky, of all the thousands
of sunsets we’ve watched, I don’t think we have seen one above the clouds. Orange to dark orange, then
the pinks. Really lovely to watch the colours
change.
 Then we were treated to an explosion of colour.
   Softening
colours, darkening and a final
flurry before it went dark.
 Our short flight had us on the ground
at five past eight and by random chance we were first to enter Immigration. Out
came our letter allowing us to go back to the girl.
We loved the sentence ending.........entries without hindrance. No sooner than
we heard “Bula”, letter seen, Passports stamped, than we were through and en
route to baggage claim.
   We bimbled to get our cases, the last
flight in of the day and once again were greeted by loads of
orchids. Two cases appeared within minutes, through x-ray and out to our
waiting taxi driver, Favil. Dropped at Vuda Marina and back on board by nine
o’clock. All lights thrown on – just in case – a precaution to check for
unwanted creepie-crawlies, not a single one. The girl was very welcoming and we
were soon unpacked. Fingers are now tightly crossed for the arrival of her
parts.
Our return home was incredible, the
fastest – in fact record breaking .
ALL IN ALL A FANTASTIC TIME –
BUT GREAT TO BE HOME
LOVELY TO BE
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