It was last Thursday around 19'50 when we brought to light, in the talk of El Corte Inglés, a reduced and somewhat censored version (the toughest scenes) of one of the moments that every safari lover looks for. There are people who have done 30 or 40 safaris in their lives and never managed to see a live lion hunt.
It's already Monday, July 16, 2012. When the countdown began, there was almost 1 year, 365 days left, possibly the fastest one in our lives. But today there are only a few hours left for the start of a great adventure, and two of the journey of life have already passed, a magical day that we will talk about later.
Solomon Islands are not a place of abundant vegetation and lush forests because yes, but all this has a "maintenance". Every night it rains on Uepi Island, however, it is to open our eyes, and a new clear sky with sun and temperatures above 30ºC await us. As a good breakfast awaits us, accompanied by our malarone pill, which we begin to take the first day of Vanuatu and today will be the last before the start of the final week.
There are still many people in the world who do not believe in magic or the beauty of the moments. The one who believes that a monument is what he sees where to take a photo, without stopping to think about what it represented, its history, its halo of mystery. Why there are places that give off mysticism or emanate feelings just by reaching them.
It seems to men that they have made us a special paste because otherwise it would be impossible for us to spend the day waiting. Yes, it is true, women have the gift of patience, but we wait in stores, we wait for them to decide if today they are blue or green, we wait for them to get what they want, we wait for them to leave the bathroom, we wait , we wait, we wait ... ORGANIZING ON THE MARCH:!
When we consider coming to the Island of New Georgia, Marovo Lagoon, and its small but densely populated forest islets, the first thing we consider is to take out the PADI. As we did not have much time we did it in A Coruña, although Paula will only snorkel here (Loly, don't worry). In Uepi, the first thing that happens when you open your eyes almost without the need to wake up, after 11 long hours of sleep, is to hear the small waves beat by the coconut trees that protect our "privileged home" these days.
New beautiful sunny day in Samoa. It seems that the "ghosts" of the storm of our arrival was no more than that, an isolated night. The Dennis character seems to be punctual, and just breakfast and with a mini-backpack prepared (we leave the others in the 'locker' of Elisa) we set course in the 4x4 of the "SWAP Foundation" (an invention of the crazy east) towards the West cost of the island, from where Ferries depart to Savai'i.
Shut up and fuck the cock. Thus it is impossible to sleep. At 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 5 o'clock… it becomes our rooster and we know where the day would end today. Mmm but ... where are we? Last night we fell into a bed with mosquito net somewhere near the Airport, and we think Apia. It has not stopped raining all night, and thunder.
We haven't slept too well today. The noise of the waves hitting the fale at high tide at night has been the culprit and we did not see the time to leave this little shelter. The morning however has risen with its usual 29ºC, a light breeze and a calm sea. A basic breakfast sets the tone for the march.
3 in the morning ... !! early morning! The "bent-off" reception at the hotel releases us with his best smile "" those of the shuttle who came by you for transladarns have called and who will not be able to because it is broken "(shuttle that had processed us last night by their own advice) . After releasing those words he stares for 1, 2, 3, 4 seconds ... it makes him want to shake a colleague.
It is July 21, 2012. We just landed in Nadi (Fiji) on the flight that left Los Angeles on July 19. It's 6 in the morning and the temperature is perfect. This curious phenomenon corresponds to DAY 4, the day that never existed, Our destiny will take us today to the first country of the South Seas that we will visit, VANUATU We all remember the feeling we had when we first arrived in an unknown, different country ... That feeling has returned to us.
Wake up Paula !!! Wake up !! What a dream ... we have to approach Henderson Airport to continue to our goal. It would be a shame not to arrive now, after the route we had to do. The hall of Mendana Kitana is still a poem. The souvenir shop is shattered, with all its souvernis lying on the ground.
August 14, 2062. Today is a special day, 53 years ago of a date that we do not forget to celebrate year after year, despite the age, and 50 years of our visit to a country, Kiribati, which today is the cover of the main newspapers, since they have officially declared it missing under water. Paula has breakfast toasts that she likes so much while Isaac took advantage of our privileged apartment on the 32nd floor of the building where we live to have a cappuccino, write and observe the beautiful views of A Coruña from this sunny day, one of the first cities with water channels of Spain.
Rains !! It rains to seas !! The Futamaru Lodge where we went to bed last night has lost all its charm. We cannot continue in Vanuatu anymore. For Port Vila, Tanna or Mele Waterfalls we were respected by the weather but the forecasts for the next few days are bleak ... Backpack costs, small impromptu breakfast (2.
Already our eighteenth day since we left home. The family's big question at this point is usually "don't you get it already? Do you eat well? Don't you get tired of so many flights?" The truth is that we have a strange feeling as if we had left home yesterday, as if we had lived many experiences in a small margin, without time to get bored or value time.
It is a shame not to have achieved a good link with Nauru, it would have been a great opportunity to see another "different world" in Micronesia. The only option we have left would be for Brisbane going Monday and returning on a Wednesday, but the truth is that we find it excessively risky fearing we were lying there for 1 week and not being able to return on August 29 to Spain, where "we are claimed."
There are days in every trip (and more in this one) that there is little to tell. Today our "Uepi experience" ends and we will try to leave Solomon Islands, which we hope will not be as complicated as the entrance, haha. With some sorrow we have made our backpacks again, we have taken our last breakfast, we have paid all the drinks and vices of these days (1.
If Julio Verne was in Tanna, there is no doubt that he was his source of inspiration. Tanna is that "Vernian" island that we were looking for in our adventures. Combine a halo of mystery with all the possible ingredients, from that permanent fog, that intermittent but intense rain, those natives taken from the best novels of yesteryear, that roar of the island's volcano or those waves beating every morning in the wake.
It is really exciting to see how different people are from one place to another on the planet. While in the West we run and run (although someone still has to explain to us where we run, in Tuvalu) they spend their lives waiting and waiting. Waiting for what? A beautiful day dawns from the terrace of our old Vaiaku Lagi Hotel, leaving those turquoise blue colors of a truly incredible lagoon in the inner area of Fonfagale.
The sun has returned to our lives. It's amazing how you can change the way you see things with rain and sun. And that we living in A Coruña should be used to not seeing it, but precisely because of that, perhaps when we go out we need it so much. If everything already changes from one person to another, by the personal situation of each one, by the mood, by the way of seeing and enjoying things ... the sun makes life happy.
Bulaaaaaaaa everyone. What a mess there is at this time at the Nadi airport. The flight that left last night for Los Angeles was delayed until today at 7 and the lines leave the terminal. Floren had already warned us, but here the issue of airlines is a real mess. Despite the hours, we slept great, and almost without realizing it we were embarking and, surprisingly, leaving on time, towards Suva.