Are We....... No
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 28 Sep 2015 22:57
Are We There Yet ??? – Short
Answer – No
This morning at half past six Bear
announced that it’s the highest tide for thirty five
years. Off he went with the camera and a tape measure. Don’t ask I
didn’t. Back he came saying that Beez was seven feet above our platform compared to six feet below on the lowest of the low earlier in the
week. Today we fly to Port Vila in Vanuatu, so I can put this early
enthusiasm down to excitement in the skipper. A cup of tea was now a much needed
companion and a few ginger nuts to dip together with an episode of Orange is the
New Black. That done, must say season three isn’t climbing over anything but a
fairly low bar. Must be time for breakfast and get moving. Packing was all
complete last night save for the smellies, so it’s just a bit of cleaning,
sweeping, tidying and making sure the fridge won’t frighten me when I get home
in a fortnight. That said, I did happen to mention to ‘himself’ that he could
eat as much fruit as he could or see it binned.
Oh my. When I saw the said squirrels
breakfast it put me right wrong. The dish above could
be any dimension but when I tell you it’s actually eight inches across, it may
give you, the reader, a fair idea. Half a big pot of yoghurt covers a pile of
banana, paw-paw and pineapple. I would have something after I cleaned the en
suite - it would have to be the hottest morning we’ve had in ages but hey, get
on with it as we have our lovely taxi man due at eleven o’clock. All done, cases
posted out onto the platform, now a more modest upward swing and off we
went.
We enjoyed our half an hour journey
with Favil, but within seconds of leaving him Bear said Oh Dear. The screen at the entrance to the
International Departures had the
news highlighted in blue. In a cheery fashion we proceeded onward
and a nice ground crew lady said we would be on the move tomorrow morning, for
now we were to sit and wait until there was a quorum of five of us, then we
would be taxied to a nearby hotel. We were joined by a college tutor on his way
home to one of the smaller northern islands and then a businessman who was
tapping furiously on his mobile phone, just one more needed.
We sit quietly and watch the world go by. I bimble out to take a picture of
the screen bearing the news and get Bear to smile through
the thick glass. On my way back I follow a bee
case moving at speed.
Next, I bimble over to the orchid collection just inside Immigration Control.
“Where are you flying to” asks a good looking guard. Nowhere, sadly, but can I
take some pictures of your lovely flowers. He smiles benignly as if I need the
distraction, either that or he doesn’t want to take on a mad woman.
I’m heard to let out a sigh, thanked
my new friend and silently wish to walk past the
blooms on the morrow, then I bimble back to Bear. He goes off to find the
ground crew lady as he feels a certain two Chinese ladies were seen to go off
with a taxi driver. On his return, our lady becomes a guide and leads our group
outside and tells us to keep an eye on a chap with a happy coloured shirt.
We are now
standing outside watching the world go by. I have a
gap in the wooden panels just behind me and take a look at how the new fifty million pound departure lounge is coming
along. Lots of men in hard hats scratch their heads and stare down at a variety
of mobile devices and cluck.
I watch a bit of spot welding and then a minibus and trailer pull up. Off we
go.
Delivered to the Mercure Hotel, I sit
with the cases out of the way and ponder. At eleven we had been in a taxi with
Favil. We were with the ground crew lady at eleven twenty five. On the minibus
at twelve ten and reception here by twelve forty. I left the
lounge area to peek outside and found a small pool
and happy Henry on my way back.
Our fellow
passengers or should that be ‘the stranded
ones’ are all resigned and make no fuss as they wait to fill in forms and
get room keys. Bear joined me at ten past one but
says we have to wait for a porter to take us to our room, 107.
Bear goes for a menu, shows me our
ten pound meal allowance vouchers and I wonder what
Gordon Blew has to offer on the big menu. I’m pointed
toward the ‘stranded ones’ side of the menu. Battered
fish shows batted reef fish, mmm, I’ll give that a
try.
The lady from reception comes over to
apologise for the wait and lets us know we are on the ground floor, reassuring
her we are happy and able to wheel our bags, off we go. Beds cannot believe the short time he has been in luggage
but is not thrilled that the whole thing will be repeated in the morning, well
fingers crossed, he does enjoy the coolness of the room and we check out our view.
We go to order lunch and see the
television behind the bar is showing the England / Wales match, knowing how this
ends I take my drink to the paddling pool next to the
bigger pool and dibble my feet. Bear calls me when our knives and forks arrive,
then poses as his Fisherman Basket is
delivered.
Bear enjoys his variety of things fishy but finds eating from a real basket a bit of a challenge. I had asked for my batted to be crispy and it was, delicious too. Time for
a paddle. Bear joined me back at my position by the paddling pool. He settled in
and we enjoyed the afternoon sun. Out he got to sit beside me once more, and I
wish I could add a video – he actually nodded off, as his eyes closed he began
to teeter forward, had I not made a comment he would have been in again - this
time with a bit of a surprise. Let’s have a game of
backgammon sitting outside at the table. OK. International means
twenty three kilos each, plenty of allowance to bring our trusty friend with us.
You will never believe it, he threw his die, moved one man nodded and something
in his brain must have told him to move his second man. I wouldn’t have minded
so much but despite his somnolence – he beat me five two..............Growling.
We went in for Bear to take a much needed post-shower-nap and then we watched
the Australia / Uruguay match. We found Nat Geo and settled to watch all kinds
of animals, wierd and interesting. Couldn’t help looking up wistfully at one
that got away though............
We had just wanted to be in the air
for just shy of two hours on a journey of five hundred and ninety nine miles or
the equivalent of traveling from Lands End to the Firth of Forth Bridge, instead
we are sitting parallel to Beez, oh well, our nice ground crew lady said twelve
twenty five. Packed again and ready to leave our hotel at half past nine in the
morning. Do you fancy any supper, I’m not hungry after my basket. I did fancy a
few crisps and a diet Coke. Oh there is a petrol station
right opposite. What could go wrong. I did say be careful though. I
settled to write this blog and some time later the door opened. I’ve got a muddy foot, I fell down a hole.
What.......I stepped on a dark patch that I
thought was a new bit in the uneven surface and it wasn’t. Three young chaps
raced over to help me and all is well. On my way back a lady called me from
behind so I stopped, she asked me where I was going. I told her I was going back
to my room and my wife, Oh she said I had wondered if you would like a good
time. So you leave me for ten minutes to fall down a hole and be
propositioned by a lady of the night. Well that’s it mate, you’re not to be
trusted and oh that’s a bit harsh. No. It
makes sense, you could have jarred your weak knee or worse and got yourself into
all sorts of trouble with the lady BEFORE we’ve even left the safety of Fiji.
Under breath mutterings. Pardon. Nothing dear,
nothing....................I’ll close with his thigh-high wound and
hope you agree he is not to venture anywhere alone for the next two weeks, if he
can’t cross a road and spend two pounds what on earth will happen near an active
volcano on Tanna Island, not to mention sailing the second half of a
circumnavigation.....................She was a very nice
lady and the young locals chatted about the rugby after they rescued me.
Mmmmmmmmm.........
ALL IN ALL A BUSTLING SORT OF
DAY
VERY INTERESTING
FORTUNES |