Port Res Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 30 Oct 2015 23:57
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Port Resolution
Bimble
 Daybreak.
 What a sight to breakfast to. Mount Yasur saying ‘good morning’.
  Ashore, looking
left and right.
   A handsome work in
progress. this canoe will be a fine looking lady when she’s
finished.
  Stanley met us on the
beach. We told him that we had brought some goods for those who needed it. He
said it was the village on the southern coast that were in bad shape. If we went
for the stuff, he would get a posse from the village to help. Off we went back
to Beez and loaded up. Back on the beach once again, Stanley
made light work of a very heavy box. He showed us up the track and a
happy posse passed en route to the pile left on the beach. Bear sat and waited. the ever present smile in
place.
 The
posse and dogs. We knew that we should bring rice so we had bought five
bags of ten kilograms and had sorted out any extra medical supplies, roasting
dishes and anything else spare that we know we can easily replace in Australia.
Stanley said that hopefully the road being built by the Chinese will be finished
next month so the village to the south will no longer be cut off. At present,
they only have ‘mountain goat’ access, but bad weather and illness are taking
their toll to be able to get out for supplies. They control the water supply,
which runs off their lands and keep Port Resolution supplied which is why
Stanley will take our food donations to them in a couple of days.
 Following the posse to the village. This is when I was
filled with remorse for not bringing more.
 Cyclone Pam had been the
demise of Stanley’s mums house.
  We enjoyed a tour of
the village, a mix of repaired and work in progress.
Stanley told us that his family had taken shelter in his friends brick-built
house and of the deafening winds
Cyclone Pam produced. He showed us a full sheet of corrugated iron that had
flown off the school roof and landed hundreds of feet away. Miraculously no one
had been killed.
  The grave of Misi
Bran.
 The Yacht Club. Not a beer in sight.
  On
the wall we read about ‘Village Etiquette’ and saw a
picture of Stanley’s parents, Chief Ronic – dad,
sadly died seven years ago.
 Standing near the Yacht Club, we got a rather special picture of
Beez Neez with Mount Yasur’s
breath.
  The Bay and looking out toward
the ‘doorway’.
 Later back on the
beach, Stanley made a nice picture as he spoke to
Chief Jack on his mobile. He was organising our cultural experience for tomorrow
afternoon, how excited are we both, our possible National Geographic Moment and
later a visit to Mount Yasur.
 A tree slide along from us.
 Port Resolution
Bay seen from the Yacht Club.
 On our way home we spuddled out for
another look at the ‘doorway’
ALL IN ALL RECOVERING
WELL
A WARM WELCOME TO THE NEAT AND TIDY
VILLAGE |