Vanuatu - Port Orly

We dived in a 4x4 and headed 20 miles up the coast to Port Orly - should have been straight forward!! .... only the roads aren't roads, they're dirt tracks and it absolutely pissed down (all over our bags which were on the back of the pick up soaking through almost 80% of the contents).


We arrived like drowned rats in the pitch dark and were booted off the waggon, somehow the chap we were staying with was there to greet us. He showed us around our new home, a cosy little shack on the beach. Me and Diane sat looking at each other, back to reality sweetheart :) Still it had a gas burner so a cup of tea was the first thing on the go. We dumped our gear and Francis, our man in Port Orly, took us out for a bite to eat. No way..... steak and chips again !! I'm beginning to think it's a conspiracy :)

Morning dawned and what a beautiful place we were in. Breakfast was laid out under a shady canopy and all was well with the world. We spread all our wet clothes in the sun and spent a good 20 minutes drying all our money out in a frying pan.




Port Orly

Home sweet home



Money laundering :)

Bit of snorkelling with the local kids

Our host Francis with his son. Lovely chap showed us around the jungle pointing out the goodies and the baddies.

Don't ask...... you're in paradise :)