Well this is what we signed up for when they said come to Vanuatu. Beautiful islands, kayaking down crystal clear rivers to blue holes in the jungle, deserted beaches without a single foot print and cracking sea food that you've just caught. Oyster Island had it all. We spent a good day kayaking and then snorkelling around an old fighter plane thats spread over one of the reefs. Loads of little hermit crabs and coconut crabs crawling around in the undergrowth. By 9pm you're crashing out in a picture postcard bungalow by the sea.
Blue thing
This is the Oyster Island door bell. Couple of whacks and one of the chaps comes over on a boat to ferry you across
nice
Blue hole in the Jungle, crystal clear fresh water
Diane loving the view. We didn't see another soul all day.
Note the gaffa tape to protect Diane's bandaged leg. Mind, she did have a brief sense of humour failure later when we took it off and found she had a nice striped leg from the sun :)
Fishing for your supper, aussie lad copped a Tuna and I got a Barracuda. The boat driver was also the chef. Probably the best bit of Tuna either of us have ever tasted - cooked with fresh coconut sauce :)
Its a rippa :)
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