Final Stop - Mystery Island, Vanuatu

Mystery Island is uninhabited. It's less than 1 square kilometer in area and it took hubby and I about 45 mins to walk all the way around. I remember complaining most of the way because I was too hot and I had a sore head from drinking some unusual, blue cocktails the night before.

Hubby found a shady spot for me, he went snorkeling and I read for a while. Was an enjoyable day but I enjoyed the evening back on board much more. I drank more of the unusual, blue cocktails (until I discovered I liked the pink ones even better) followed by singing and dancing. Finally to bed at 2am but I was up again shortly as I was feeling very ill. It had nothing to do with sea sickness this time...it's not a good idea to drink red wine after cocktails. First time I've ever seen purple vomit. Way too much info Karen. *giggles to self*











Here's the mix for the pink cocktail I enjoyed so much

Strawberry Cloud
Brogans, Cointreau, Strawberry Mix and Cream.

Yum,yum, yum!!!!!!!!!


Love KB

Port Vila, Vanuatu

This cruise stop would be my third visit to the beautiful Island of Vanuata. The place has special meaning for hubby and I as it was our honeymoon destination.

A funny thing happened during our first time there. We booked a day trip to Tana to visit the Island's active volcano. The island is remote with a few villages and basic accommodation.

We travelled to Tana on a small plane, the pilot assuring us he would return for us later.

The day was amazing. We were provided with a small meal then taken by four wheel drive to the volcano. I've never seen anything like it - magnificent.

The following hour was spent visiting a local village. The men joined the chief in a Kava drinking ceremony (no women allowed). Kava is a narcotic root with anaesthetic properties. It tastes like dirt, often leaving the drinker with little feeling in the tongue and weakness in the legs. Hubby returned with a huge grin on his face...hehe.

We were dropped back at the airport (I use this term loosely as it resembled a small barn)to wait for our plane. An hour later... we were still waiting.

Luckily, there was a Kiwi bloke at the shack...I mean airport..., he took us under his wing and back to his hotel(I also use this term loosely - the barn springs to mind again). All we had with us were the clothes on our backs, half a packet of cigarettes and a credit card. Our Kiwi friend wined and dined us and gave us a room for the evening. The room didn't have power of any kind. I'm quite thankful actually because if the lights had been on, I would have seen the size of the bugs responsible for the strange clicking and scurrying noises during the night...ewwww. I didn't dare visit the loo. I hate to think what could have been living in there...double ewwwww.

Our pilot came for us the next day. It was nice to get back to running water, electricity and a cumfy bed but I did enjoy our little adventure. Be warned, don't ever go on a trip with me...things like this happen to me all the time.

Anyway, this time around, everything went like clock work. Hubby went diving in the morning, we enjoyed a yummy lunch followed by shopping in Vila. Most pleasant.

Love KB
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